"One more time, Peridot!"

The short green gem gives a determined shout as she plunges her touch stump into her gem, before finally bringing forth a glittering green object from her being.

Steven's eyes sparkle with anticipation. "Oh, wow! You've got it! C'mon, let's see what it is!"

She gave a frustrated scowl. "Almost… got it…!" With a final tug, she's able to summon a waist-height length of lime metal with a length of chord attached to it.

The boy cheers in celebration, while Peridot looks over the object, unimpressed.

"…What the heck is this supposed to be?"

"It's a bow!" Steven declares.

Peridot glances at the weapon over again, before responding: "No it's not."

"Yes it is!" Steven says before explaining, "A bow is also a name for a weapon." He takes the bow from her to demonstrate. "See, you pull the string back, like this- and then you notch an arrow, and let her fly!"

The technician is, again, not very impressed. "That sounds entirely primitive, not to mention incredibly impractical. I don't even have any of these 'arrows'!"

Steven hums to himself. Then, snapping his fingers in epiphany, he replies: "Wait a second, I know just the gem for this!"

After the ensuing shock of witnessing the appearance of Opal-(she still couldn't get used to that!)- Peridot sets forth to practicing with her newfound weapon. They spend a significant amount of time before she (finally) is able to summon arrows to use at will. Next on the training regimen, according to the fusion, is to start learning how to aim and fire at a specific target.

The equipment is easy enough to set up (with Steven's help, of course), and in no time at all, they were ready to begin.

"Watch closely," instructs Opal, "Do as I do." The enormously tall gem holds out her bow at arm's length, holds it in place and steadily draws back with her free hands. Peridot watches as a magnificent spectral arrow materializes, follows the motion with her vision spheres as the giantess releases the drawstring in a single, fluid motion. Pure photon energy shatters in the midday horizon, an explosion of light that the leaves the smaller two in awe.

"Wow," says Peridot, enthralled but slightly intimidated. She looks up at her mentor indignantly. "I'm supposed to do that?!"

Opal chuckles softly. "Just try to hit the mark," she points her pupil in the direction of the row of cans set up for the exercise. Instructing her so that her stance is straight and her aim is correct, she steps back to observe.

Peridot gives a hesitant glance back before doing as Opal showed her; she materializes an arrow, pulls back the drawstring, and—

"ACK!"

"A little more to the left!"

"CLOD-FRIGGING-"

"You can do it, Peridot!"

"WHY WON'T THIS-?!"

"Keep at it!"

After several more tries, spurred on by the encouragement of her companions (and also a fair amount of stubborn irritation), the green gem has finally had it- she aims for the clouds and relinquishes her shot.

"THERE! FINALLY!" She shouts in accomplishment, chucking her bow onto the ground and throwing her arms up in resignation.

Steven and Opal step forward to address her marginal success; the boy puts his hands on his hips and says, "Well, you got it to fly, at least." He covers a hand over his visage as he peers out past the Cliffside below. "I wonder where it landed, though?"

He quickly got his answer: from a distance, the sound of crashing glass can be heard, followed by a blaring car alarm accompanied by the repetitive automated cry of "MAAAYOR-DEEWEEY-!"

And there they stand: Steven, Peridot, and Opal; they watch, horror-struck, at the shouting in tandem with chaos.

Opal is the first to speak. "…Perhaps we should continue this another time."

Peridot gives a quick nod, "Affirmative."

The fusion scoops up her companions, and all three of them scramble away near light speed, choosing to ignore the cry of some desolated soul screaming, "MY CAR!"

AN:

Good lord, I'm terrible at this-what has it been, months, since I last wrote something? Get it together! (Self-inflicted smack)
Anyhow, here's the newest prompt; sent by Night-has-came-to-haunt.Thought everyone might enjoy an Opal appearance; it just feels so appropriate. (̶I̶n̶s̶e̶r̶t̶ ̶C̶u̶p̶i̶d̶ ̶r̶e̶f̶e̶r̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶V̶a̶l̶e̶n̶t̶i̶n̶e̶s̶'̶ ̶D̶a̶y̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶e̶)̶