The Hilltop Barn – Day 4 – 06:21
It was a test of their timing but it seemed rather fitting to do something rather than to leave Neil in the hole he died in. They were to have a funeral on the hilltop, with Kyle, Sam and Franklin taking care of his remains, doing as they had been trained to do.
Kyle didn't take to the news well, when he saw them return, still one man down and solemn expressions on the faces of his awaited crew, it only confirmed Peridot's story.
Steven was distraught, not just for the sake of the sight but he felt as though he had completely failed to be of any use to the man who would now never go home.
Pearl saw a certain beauty in the funeral process, as gems didn't have a tradition for the shattering of a gem, any remains that could be recovered where recycled into materials for new gems and the old gem was forgotten... Pearl liked the idea of saying goodbye to a fallen comrade before the remains are left to cycle through the earth once again.
Sam and Franklin were both more senior members of the squad and they had seen their fair share of action, although none of their squad mates had actually died before; the last support guy having lost a leg to a childish incident involving a carelessly placed claymore and the original engineer simply retiring from the military. But that didn't mean they took to it like it was nothing.
They had a grave dug in the night before and now the body was presented, wrapped in rags and rugs and placed by the side of the hole. Franklin stood at the headstone to speak his eulogy.
"His title was Private N. Vickers but his name was Neil. He was the youngest and newest member of our squad, our family and in the short time he spent with us, he touched our lives with his care and compassion, his near child-like innocence. It's because of him that the rest of us are still alive and his sacrifice will not be forgotten."
A nod from Franklin and Sam and Kyle kneeled by Neil's body and proceeded to roll him into the grave, trying to make the motion look as elegant as it wasn't. The crystal gems all stood on the opposite side of the hole.
They all stood and held a minute of silence before any further actions were taken. The gems were not familiar with this procedure, but respected the wishes of the soldiers as they stood and watched the sun rise over the horizon of the ocean.
The cool sea air filled the space, gentle breezes making their routes through the space as they carried a peaceful and chilling sensation. Rays of light began to strike the people stood on the hilltop while the city slept below.
They began to bury the grave, each person present threw a handful of dirt onto the body before Sam and Kyle took to filling the space with shovels.
Upon the grave's completion, the earth back in its place, they set about making the finishing touches on the drill. Garnet, Pearl, Peridot and Sam went to the kindergarten next to gather the drill head, and from there they made relatively quick progress, being uninterrupted by any gem mutants and moving with haste; learning from the mistakes of the past.
Upon their return, it was just a matter of time before the components where fully compatible and the machine ready.
But right now, Franklin, Pearl and Garnet were interrogating the Russian soldier, Pearl acting as a translator.
"Who are you?" said Franklin, calmly with a voice that controlled the atmosphere in the near silent barn.
"Конечно, почему нет?" He replied in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
"He said 'Sure, why not?' though I doubt he means it." Pearl complied.
Garnet acted as an enforcer of sorts, standing behind the man currently sat in a chair. If he stood up, she sat him back down and hoped he didn't lock his knees on the way up.
"Там нет смысла пытаться вернуться , даже если вы сделать это через пустоту ворот , у них есть так много пушек там вы будете измельченные в клочья." He said, this time more defeated than before, as he held his arms to his chest in self comforting.
"There's no point in trying to get back, even if you do make it through the void gate, they have so many guns back there you'll be shredded to ribbons." Pearl translated, speaking at the same time as the Russian so as to keep the conversation running.
Franklin replied, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair and bringing his face closer to the Russian's. "That's why we try, that's why we fight against our enemies and work towards our objectives. There is no such thing as a person that succeeded without trying."
There was a silence in the barn. The words that Pearl passed over to the Russian man touched her in a rather personal way and Garnet couldn't help but admire the resilience of the human's words. Humans may live shorter lives but they learn so many things in that short time.
They all awaited the next few words from either party. Despite the Russian's will to comply and answer, he was still reluctant to listen and agree with anything the Americans said.
The silence stretched on in the darkened and dusty barn until Franklin eventually moved to the back of the barn to get something. He held in his hands a large red banded gemstone in the shape of a near perfect asscher, which was hard to believe considering what it went through to solidify.
"This is what killed our soldier. From what everyone is saying, it looks like its your fault he died, your fault he was shot, your fault he couldn't return to us alive and your fault he won't go home after all of this." He put the heavy object down on a nearby workbench and sighed as he continued to talk.
"We all want to go home, forget about the mission, we don't want to destroy your facility anymore, in fact if we don't get out there, it'll be destroyed via an airstrike... Whatever it was you boys where hoping to do with it, it won't matter in three days and when it happens the whole facility will be on a live feed camera back to the US and your beans will be thoroughly spilled."
"I have a wife and two kids, you know. Samantha is only 12 years old and Rhys is just 8. I just want to get home to them and to spend time with my wife. Now I don't know what you have to come home to but there has to be something for you, even if it is something stupid like another infernal project like this."
Another uncomfortable silence fell over the barn.
"Тогда почему вы строите дрель ?"
"He asked why we are building a drill... Shall we tell him?"
Then Peridot burst into the barn, the drill completed in its construction. "Guys, the drill is done but we have one big problem leftover."
"What is it, Peridot?" Garnet replied.
Peridot stated blankly, "We don't have any coordinates." Which then devolved into a more panicked tone. "How can we drill if we don't even know WHERE to drill!"
Kyle soon filed into the barn, panting for air as he recovered from chasing down the green gem as Pearl began to explain a possible solution. "Well there may be one place that may contain that information, an old diamond facility but getting there is going to be difficult."
"Why, where is it?" Kyle interrupted.
"It's on the moon." She replied matter-of-factly.
This was a problem that no one present had preparations for, they needed a meeting of some sort to gather ideas on how they could get the information from the lunar base.
"Tell everyone to meet in the barn at once." Garnet replied, instructing Peridot and Kyle to run off to gather the others.
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Upon everyone's gathering in the barn, Pearl began her explanation, being as she was the only one with any knowledge of the moon base.
"Right, the problem is that we do not know the cluster's exact coordinates, meaning we cannot drill or there is a certainty we will miss it and just end up drilling right through the Earth, which would produce it's own problems. There is a place that I believe may hold the coordinates, its a long shot, I know but its the best idea we have right now. We need to travel to the moon, there is an old diamond facility somewhere on the surface. In the facility there should be the information needed." She concluded.
Franklin stepped up. "The challenge is that was don't possess the technology or time to just build a rocket and fly up there, nor do we believe that the humans of this world have ever set foot on their moon. If there are any gem technologies that can help us get there, now is the time to reveal them because otherwise, we may need to consider an evacuation plan... No coordinates, no drill, no Earth."
Sam stepped forward from the crowd. "We can't just use a warp pad to get there?"
Pearl replied. "No, there aren't any warp pads on the surface of the moon. And even if there where, the galaxy warp on this planet has been irreparably damaged, unless Peridot had any flask robonoids left over from the last time she tried to repair it."
"We could use Lion." Steven said, gaining the attention of the marines in particular as they had been yet to see the fabled pink lion of Steven's description.
With that he ran outside and called for his furry friend. "LION! LIIIIION!" He called time and time again. "Oh there you are." He said as he stepped out to the side where a ruined truck lay beside the barn, the team followed the boy outside to the supposed location of the lion.
The bright pink creature slept in the morning sun. It was a large creature, big enough to carry maybe three or four of them, while still having room enough for Steven and Peridot. Despite it's size, it was never around when it wasn't needed, which was likely why none of the marines had seen the creature until now.
"Hey Lion, can you make us a special super warp to the moon?" Steven asked the creature, which opened its eyes a crack, looked at him and stretched out, making itself more comfortable on the ground.
"C'mon Lion, we've got to do this to stop the cluster! If we don't there's going to be no more Earth! No more fun times with your pals, no more Lion lickers... No more naps."
This was all the motivation it seemed to need, it stood up, roared loudly and opened its eyes, revealing a pair of white glowing disks.
Steven turned to his friends. "I guess it was naps."
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It was decided that Franklin, Pearl, Steven, Peridot and the Russian would take the Lion warp to the moon.
The Russian was coming in an attempt to get him to open up and possibly take their side on the whole void gate problem, with Franklin acting as a chaperone and Pearl as his translator. Steven and Peridot had to come for the sake of making sure Lion would actually go to the moon, it just seemed to listen to him more than anyone else, and Peridot because only she knew how to work the old gem technology, to get the information from the computers there and to bring the coordinates back with them.
Having all mounted the great beast, it began to run down the hillside, leaping in great bounds with Steven and Peridot both contained in the lion's mane and the others all riding on the creature's back.
The Lion roared with a resounding noise that echoed and pierced the fabric of reality as a glowing portal opened before them and the beast dove for the gateway of light.
Flying through the bright space was a strange experience, it was much like the void from the warp but this time there was plenty of air, so much that even slight movements seemed to lead to some serious wind resistance. The creature's speed carried them forward through the bright and shiny pocket dimension for a few seconds before it screamed open another portal, causing their speed to increase. This lead to the people riding to beast to hold on to each other in a bid to avoid being left behind in the strange dimension.
Then it screamed open another portal, and another, and another, their speed growing with each successive breach until they finally seemed to reach the end of the journey when the next portal opened out into a large, darkened room with a very high ceiling.
The lion carrying them slid across the floor until it struck the far wall, all occupants feeling the impact of the creature as it almost squeezed them against the surface.
Lion was very tired and Steven saw that. "Looks like you've earned your naps for the week." He said with an affectionate hug to the beast.
Everyone clambered off of the creature, scrambling to stand up and hopefully feel their legs again.
"So, we really made it to the moon huh?" Franklin thought aloud, prompting a response from Pearl.
"It would appear so." As the soldier, hostage and two gems watched Steven bounce and float in the reduced gravity.
"Это довольно странный опыт ... Я знал, что пустота было странное место, но это ... Я не ожидал этого ... Если бы только Макс был здесь, чтобы увидеть его." He said, growing quieter toward the end.
"What did he say?" Franklin commanded.
"He said that it was a strange place, he knew 'the void' and by that I assume he means the warp, is a strange place but this is something else... He also said he wishes 'Max' was still here to see it with him."
"Ask him who 'Max' was."
She complied as Steven proceeded to bounce and bump into the murals that lined the walls, inquiring into their significance as Peridot proudly proclaimed the Yellow Diamond image, her own matriarch that she assured was absolutely perfect in any and every way.
"Конечно, почему нет?" He began, shrugging his shoulders before facing the Pearl with an honest and solemn expression and tone.
"Макс был ... Коллега мой, на самом деле он работал на строительстве недействительным ворота. Мы входим в пустоту вместе, но он не ... Он не сделал этого."
"He said that 'Max was a colleague that worked directly on the 'void gate'... They went in together but their pickup never came and they began to run out of air..."
The Russian's expression dropped to a new low, he seemed more broken than before, more defeated.
Steven and Peridot walked over to meet them as Franklin put an arm around the shoulder of Alex.
"Pearl, please translate for me as I talk-" Franklin said, not breaking his contact with the Russian.
She nods in acceptance of the order. "Listen to me, we all want to get home, to go back and see our families... But right now, we are all stuck in the same boat. That isn't your Earth and this isn't my Earth but for now that doesn't matter, we need to finish up here and save this planet before we can make our own portal home. Then you can go home, I can go home and we can all forget this ever happened to us."
He stepped back and turned away from the broken Russian.
"There are US bombers coming for your facility in a matter of days and if at least one of us makes it, we can call off the airstrike that could lead to international devastation. Even if you join us and decide it would only bring trouble to keep the project going, chose to defect to the US... We still don't know anything about the void gate other than what it does on a practical scale. Anything you do tell us will help us all get home before Uncle Sam drops his presents right on top of us."
There was a silence once again as Pearl finished the translation, nothing but the eerie sounds of the Lunar installation resting and reacting to the unfiltered solar radiation.
Peridot took the empty space as her chance to announce her progress. "There is a panel over there that looks like it could be of use to us." She said, gesturing with her thumb to a floor tile that looked slightly out-of-colour to the rest of the surrounding floor tiles.
As the group surrounded the distinguished floor tile, Peridot kneeled down and spread her arms across it, causing it to light up and begin to rise up from the floor. This was promptly followed by many other tiles adjacent to the first one to rise one step higher, then another step higher. This continued until a staircase to the ceiling had emerged from the ground.
Now it was a matter of traversing the grand staircase up to the next chamber, where a strange orb-like object floated in a rather loud and actively moving force field of some sort. Steven asked what exactly it was, but his curiosity was dismissed by Franklin. "If it isn't what we came for, it isn't relevant, now I don't mind being on the moon all that much but I really don't trust this place to hold together too much longer, what with all the sudden activity of us being here."
"He's right-" Pearl added. "This station has been left abandoned for thousands of years and who knows what kind of damage the solar radiation, solar winds and even attempted human activities could have done to this place." She suddenly remembered that most of her audience was Human or at least half-Human and so, her casual and flippant disregard for their safety could be somewhat offensive. She opted to keep her mouth shut for the remainder of the journey up the staircase.
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"Well, what now?" Said Kyle as the head of their group disappeared into a shiny void riding atop a pink lion.
"I don't know, you're the engineer." Replied Sam, a heavy musk of implied banter to mask his genuine unknowing of what to do.
Garnet came to meet the two standing and talking about possible tattoos to commemorate the, now completely true image of their squad leader riding atop a pink lion with a kid, an alien technician, a ballerina and a Russian cosmonaut.
"I've got something for you two to do." She said, with a slight small smile that was barely visible on her normally static lips.
Sam and Kyle awaited her response and closed in, reaching the range of which only a whisper could possibly be appropriate. "You two could go into town and grab some food for when Steven and the others get back, after all I expect you two must be getting hungry."
"That raises a question." Sam said, "How come we have never seen you guys eat? Other than Amethyst." Sam gestured over his shoulder to Amethyst, who happened to be walking by carrying spare junk to no particular place. "You guys talkin' about me?" She said over the silent trio before dropping the junk and running to join them.
"Watcha' talkin' 'bout?"
"We were going to get some food from the town and maybe I suppose if all the work is done, we can maybe get a little R&R? With the permission of the CO of course..." said Kyle, looking up to Garnet, who had been assumed head of the Crystal Gems by this point and, by the hierarchy they had going, would make her their Commanding Officer.
"Hmm... Approved." She said, dispatching the three people down the hill and into the town, looking for a bar with good drinks and a good greasy spoon.
It was up to Amethyst to guide them around the town, neither of them having properly scouted out the settlement, and while they trusted that the indigenous humans wouldn't be of any true harm to them, there was no reason they could find for them to not bring at least their sidearms with them.
As they made for a casual stroll down the hill, they made for a walk along into the town via the boardwalks, stretching the length of the town on both ocean facing sides. Kyle and Sam followed their guide along until they reached a fry stand half way along the walk. "Hold up here guys, its been a while since I've been here." Amethyst said, walking ahead of them and up to the front of the fry stand.
She proceeded to loudly talk about 'getting the bits' before she was promptly handed a bag of overly-greasy and over-saturated fry bits, dripping with fry oil so much that the double bagging it was granted failed to stop the dripping at the bottom. She carried the bag over to the two marines, who at first treasured their love for having unclogged arteries over the soggy lure of the fry bits, but Kyle eventually gave in to Amethyst's insistent offers and the promise that they are better when they are still warm.
Admittedly, Kyle loved them, making frequent re-visits to the bag whenever he could. "Ahh, the potato... America's vegetable for when there's no corn..." He said before scoffing a whole handful and feeling his heart skip a couple of beats.
Sam was not so easily swayed over; choosing to simply decline every offer and dodge Kyle's attempts at force feeding the first, highly addictive bite.
Soon, the fry bits where gone and it was time for something else. It was late morning of a Sunday and so, most of the citizens where still asleep, only a few stores had been opened by this point and only the occasional resident walked by, seemingly unfazed by the presence of officially dressed and armed soldiers present in their town. They all began to wonder just how someone might react to the truth behind their presence there.
What would they ask first?
Would they be welcoming or hostile to that kind of news?
Would they believe them?
Kyle eventually pried his eyes from the bottom of the fry bit bag and saw the next restaurant, a pizzeria. This one had a large sign above it that read 'Fish Stew Pizza' which the two soldiers thought couldn't have practically tried harder to be more off-putting in it's name before Amethyst thought to drag them both inside for a real meal.
Upon their entrance, they met with an overwhelming scent of garlic in the air. There where a few residents maintaining the human presence in the restaurant, a rather chubby young man with wild, almost dread locked blonde hair sitting on his laptop in the corner. Another two teenagers, one tall with white hair in a peak and the other wearing a red jacket and a visor similar to Garnet's, where also present closer to the front of the establishment.
"Woah, this place is jammin' right now!" Called out Amethyst, turning the attention of the pizza-goers to the gem and soldiers. The marines moved to the counter, to the right of the entrance to order their pizza. "Hey, uhh can I see the menu?" Asked Kyle to the young woman behind the counter.
"Sure, here you go." She said, handing over a piece of laminated card that held the names and descriptions of many different kinds of pizza, from the simple and well known kinds such as cheese and cheese and pepperoni, apparently prominent enough to exist throughout multiple dimensions. Then towards the bottom of the menu, stranger combinations began to make themselves present, presumably more infamous than famous names such as 'fresh fish tail and avocado', 'the large German' and the most memorable 'anchovies, anchovies, anchovies'.
They settled on a 4 cheese pizza, with a side order of orange juice for both of the marines and Amethyst, it seemed appropriate for the time of day and Kyle was starting to regret the oily residue that had taken residence in his mouth and wished to be rid of it. They settled to rest in a booth opposite the middle of the customer side of the counter.
"Hey." Called over the one teenager that wore a visor, "I haven't seen your faces around here before, well your face I know-" He said, gesturing to Amethyst. "But I don't recognise you two. What are you're names?" He had a very quiet and calmed voice, much like Garnet's and at first this put the two marines on edge until they remembered the chances of these kids being of any threat to them had to be astronomically small, and even so, they were still armed.
What could possibly go wrong?
"I'm Sam, this is Kyle. We're visiting for a few days, maybe longer, maybe shorter." He said, almost like he was reading off of a ransom card.
"Hey man, that's cool; you can see more of the world if you keep on moving but you see more closely the slower you go so either way is good by me."
"That was awfully insightful for someone of your age." Replied Kyle, raising an eyebrow.
"I try to watch out for where I am going as a person in this world, but really I just don't feel particularly comfortable with the fact that I am stuck in this town for the foreseeable future."
"well that was bluntly honest." Sam added.
"I like it." Kyle further added. "Care to tell us about the town or the people or the country or something? We're... Uhh, European..."
Kyle could hear Sam face palming behind him but the teenager didn't seem to catch on, or maybe he didn't really care and was happy to have new faces to talk to. Whatever it was didn't matter because now they had a new source of knowledge to compare with what the Crystal Gems had told them and in their own honest experience, they had been tricked by friendly locals that lied about things before, checking their story was a good thing to do at any opportunity.
"So, what's holding you down here?" Asked Sam, taking a sip from his glass of crisp and fresh orange juice.
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Garnet watched the trio of whom would undoubtedly cause some trouble in the town but it was unlikely they would cause any more damage than the gems usually caused to the town's people.
It's time...
She walked to the right of the barn, now she was alone, or at least as alone as she could be.
Garnet was known as a fusion among gems, she was technically two gems in one, a ruby and a sapphire that joined in fusion thousands of years ago, their affection for each other meant that they could maintain a constant state of fusion, which was difficult for gems whose personalities differed significantly, for example while Pearl and Amethyst could fuse to form a new gem called Opal, they rarely did unless they where getting along especially well, which never lasted longer than a few days at most.
Garnet had been fused for 5, 750 years straight.
Moving over to Neil's grave she shape-shifted one of her arms into a worm-like slithering form, moving around and in between the larger dirt particles until she hit the cold fabric of Neil's uniform. She wrapped her fingers until they found what she was looking for, his remaining dog tag.
The marines had two dog tags each, one was a copy of the other and so, when a soldier fell in the field, one tag would be taken back to identify the passing and the second tag would stay with the body, helping it to be identified after the battle had passed and the bodies located. Franklin had taken the first one to confirm his passing when the mission was over.
She firmly held it and pulled it to surface, disturbing as little of the earth as she could as she proceeded to read them.
Vickers
Neil, R
987-66-3696
O Negative
No Preference
She proceeded to walk to the front of the barn and pull the doors open, stepping inside and closing them after herself.
She found the Gemstone, a pale red Agate gemstone which she placed carefully on the ground, centring in the middle of the barn's space.
A few moments passed, and then it started to glow a little, a faint light that would be barely visible in the daylight. Then the glow seemed to settle until it made for a large push, it tried to form, sending its light out and attempting to make the shape of its first form. At first it looked exceedingly generic, like a glowing manikin before more details such as hair, body shape and clothing began to sprout from the basic form. At first it was like it was going for a long, flowing hair style before it shrank into a very short, almost non-existent hair cut, the form took a masculine build and began to form a set of clothes that looked near identical to the body armour of Neil, being rounded with pockets full of non-functional ammunition.
A few seconds and the form was held before it dropped to the ground, as if suddenly affected by the gravity of the planet.
As if contact with the earth brought further physical development, the form began to stabilise and took colour; ending up on a colour pallet of light and pale reds.
He'll have time to work on that later
The gemstone was visible on the new gem's upper back and for a few seconds it just rested, kneeling on the earth.
*COUGH COUGH*
He began to cough, hacking and wheezing before scurrying to his back, grabbing and checking his chest, rapidly pulling his new clothes apart to check his body for the entry hole for the gemstone.
"You won't find anything there." Garnet spoke to the gem, catching his attention as he snapped his gaze up to the large woman above him.
He sighed in relief before Garnet had a chance to finish her sentence, "Its on your back."
His eyes widened and he scampered his arms to his back, where his fingers landed on the hard, polished surface of the gemstone, centred in his spine.
"What the fuck happened?" He asked, heavily laced with confusion and discomfort.
"You died. Well, your body died. It looks like your consciousness managed to worm its way into the gem before it finally killed you. Its good to see you again Neil, everyone already misses you."
He took a moment to breathe and just get used to his new body, trying to stand was a strange experience. He still had all of his memories from before the incident so having a body that was made of light instead of his normal, meat body was something he was not used to.
"What happened on your end?" Garnet asked, genuinely interested in the experience of the soldier.
"It was the single most painful experience, beyond the description of pain as I could feel my own skeleton begin to splinter and stab my insides. Instinct told me to breathe more, which caused more pain. It continued to build until I completely blanked out, I couldn't see, feel, smell or touch... It was like I was trapped in my own mind. After a short while I started thinking and then there was this other voice... She sounded rough but gentle."
"I remember she said she 'would be happy to be a part of me' before it ended and then... then this happened. Where are the others?"
"Kyle, Sam and Amethyst are down in the town, getting some breakfast and talking with the locals and everyone else, including the Russian are on the moon."
"... The moon?"
"Yes, the moon. They needed coordinates for the gem drill to know where to go and the only place that will likely have that kind of information is on the moon."
"How did they get there?"
"They rode on Steven's Lion."
"Was that supposed to be helpful?"
"It was supposed to be truthful."
She handed him his remaining dog tag, still attached to the chain.
This was going to be a difficult and very awkward thing to explain to his squad mates, Neil could barely remember much of the conversation he held with the entity he named Angela and his new body certainly confused him somewhat. He felt very light at times but he would unpredictably gain weight and loose it again, he was unstable.
"In case you are wondering, you formed very quickly for a first forming gem. Most gems take a couple of centuries before they first form and even then, they have the nurturing energy of the Earth to suck up to help in that process, your gem only had a few hours stuck to your body and being left on this table... I wasn't even sure you could form this early."
"How long where you expecting me to take?"
"At least a few centuries, most gems only have one consciousness inside but I had no idea what would happen with two... I guess it fulled the process a little..."
There was a silence in the air as Garnet considered the possibilities of the gem's own consciousness pretending to be Neil and what it would be like to have two consciousnesses in one head, it could be like being a fusion, much like Garnet herself... In which case, what happens if they fell out with each other? Neil considered what he was going to say to his squad mates, to Steven... To his parents if he made it back...
"In the meantime," Garnet interrupted his thoughts, "It's not going to hurt if we get started on your training as a gem, you never know when you might need to protect yourself."
A/N
There it is... I only have the first half of the next chapter written up, Kyle and Sam's journey through Beach City is more-or-less done and The Moon Mission is done but I am yet to finish on what Neil will have going for him... I did a lot of homework on which gemstone to use and settled on Agate, a banded red gemstone that is renowned for it's chemical and physical resilience...
What do you think Neil's gem weapon will be? I will say gem weapons are not dependant on the gem, rather the personality of the gem...
Expect the next chapter by next Friday, it will take a little more writing and editing as it is unfinished... Also I lost my bed to a 12 year old French kid so sleeping on the sofa is not doing me any good for writing...
Also STEVEN BOMB 5 YEAH!
Finally, thank you all so much for your reviews and favourites/follows, you really don't know how much they mean to me and how much they motivate me to carry this through...
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