Yep, she is taking power.
This is mostly explanation so not much actually happens in this.
Buttercup sat under the shower, set at full blast, full heat. The steam rose off her back as the boiling water streamed down her back, embodying the imbroglio of fiery emotion racing through her mind. Anger. Pain. Loss.
She gripped the small stone in his hand. Something miniscule, like any pebble one may pick from the beach. Yet it radiated sickening death. All that she had stood for. Righteousness, honour, affection. It all cried out to her, to relieve her conscience, to relieve the world of this great bane, but, when she felt the waves of power she could not bear to.
She then, ripped the tap around, her flesh cringing before the icy cold water, burning into her heat induced skin. Suffering. What she deserved. What every conscientious cell in her body called for but her defiled mind, decried.
I have gone too far, done too much to turn back now. I must go on.
Then the play of watery extremes faded away, replaced by her lukewarm tears.
Buttercup slowly stumbled down the stairs, neglecting her powers in abject grief, relishing the pain in self contempt. The Professor stopped her, tears in his eyes.
"I know this has been a hard time but we must go on, continue with our lives. I have researched into the value of the missing stone and have found that its value is monumental. There are three of them. The two others are in Townsville and are requesting your help. Come, I'll tell you about them."
Buttercup followed the Professor into the lab, averting her eyes from Bubbles, which meant avoiding her face altogether. Instead her eyes fell on the sheet covering Blossom's body. Eyes welling up with tears, she yet again looked somewhere else, this time looking to a pile of cards and a carved epitaph, waiting for the funeral in three days. Must I be reminded of my deed wherever I go?
"There, is a legend surrounding these stones. They were worshipped in Africa, said to be the source of many great powers.
The First, and weakest. The one that was stolen, promises this.
Let your Power soar
For among the immortal you will be ranked,
until the Giants roam the land once more
That statement is quite ambiguous and obviously some folklore, the other one promises this.
Alone this brings much power
But paired with another and all your enemies shall cower
You will outlive all your kin and brethren
For you will only be killed by the dead who walk the lands again.
This is of course African mythology, the last is supposed to be the most powerful one. Said to hold dominion over the other two. There is no special legend about it. Bubbles, can you guard the man with the final stone and Buttercup, you will guard the one with the second one. He arrives tomorrow."
Buttercup was not listening. Her mind was reeling to reconcile the information. More, more powerful than this. She would go there tonight and steal the stone. If Bubbles must die, then, so be it. She slowly walked back to bed before the imbroglio over took her again.
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