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Post by bixbite on Mar 29, 2015 4:41:39 GMT
Bixbite was stuck in her harp, biding her time inside her gems, nestled amongst the dirt, acutely aware of flower petals directly over her damaged gem. It wasn't a very exciting place to be, and she had long grown tired of it over the course of the last 4000 years here. Nothing to keep her interest. Nothing to fight back the panic of being so closed off for so long. Nothing to take her mind off her possible corruption, stemming from her injured gem. Even unable to play herself a soothing melody.
She had been buried here, by who, she did not know. All she knew was that it was a warrior. Someone who intended to come back to retrieve their spoil of war. Someone who never returned to that spot, that had so long ago soaked with the tears, the pleas for life, the shrieks of gems long destroyed or corrupted. The soil now sprang flowers each year. Nobody seemed to have planted them, they just came and went, a constant in the field in which she lay. As scheduled as the falling of snow, or the curtains of rain.
Nothing felt quite like it did so many years ago. When the soil was still tainted with innocent gems, which had been long forgotten or long retrieved. The gold of her handles buried just beneath the soil, where flowers still managed to grow through her harp strings, roots curling around her like the embrace of a friend who vanished a long, long time ago. The sun soaked through the looser patches of soil, pressing her gently but firmly into the earth, knowing she would be trapped here. A prisoner for millennium to come, so it seemed.
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Post by citrine on Mar 29, 2015 20:29:38 GMT
Citrine wandered through the field, collecting flowers. The bells hanging off of her belt jingled as she walked. She bent down to pick another flower, and as she did so, she noticed something gold and shiny just barely concealed by the soil. What was that? Citrine frowned a little and started digging it up, disturbing dozens of flowers as she did so. Eventually, the shiny thing was free. It looked like a harp. How long had it been there?
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Post by bixbite on Mar 30, 2015 3:08:38 GMT
She felt herself lifted from the soil and played a long harmonious tune, finally free from the soil, sending soft petals of crystalline flowers down around the person who had retrieved her, gems glowing ever so faintly as the song played through, bix felt her eagerness to leave skyrocket. Could she finally be getting out? She saw the outline of a person; no a gem, her vision blurred from being underground so long.
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Post by citrine on Mar 30, 2015 11:50:21 GMT
Oh, this was a gem! How long had they been in this harp? Citrine smiled a little at the tune, before she decided to set to work freeing the gem from the harp. It took a few minutes, but eventually the heart shaped gems were pried free of the harp. Bixbite was finally free.
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Post by bixbite on Mar 31, 2015 0:42:49 GMT
Bix felt her gems lift into the air, a burst of hot light overcame her, and suddenly, she dropped, landing on her knees in the field, long, untamed pink hair flowing well past her knees, covering her like a blanket, her hands grasping the dirt like she couldn't believe her eyes. They had a vaguely mirror-esque quality to them, stemming from one of her slightly cracked gems. She didn't care at the moment, she stood as tall as she could at her height, stretching her pink fingers towards the sun, the sun reflecting off her old-homeworld-esque clothing as she turned to see the gem who let her free, her hair flying behind her in a flurry of light and dark pink hues.
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Post by citrine on Mar 31, 2015 0:56:08 GMT
Citrine stared at the gem in front of her in wonder. She hadn't seen another gem in so long, especially not one from the Homeworld. She had pretty much assimilated into Earth culture, or at least one of its many cultures. So to see Homeworld fashion was a bit jarring. Citrine's hair was rather short, and she wore more Earthy clothes. Just a t-shirt that was low-cut in the back for easy access to her gem, and a skirt. Her yellow eyes were wide in amazement.
"Hello!" Citrine said, perhaps a little too excitedly. "I'm Citrine! Who are you?"
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Post by bixbite on Mar 31, 2015 1:00:47 GMT
"My name is Bixibite." She said proudly, tapping the pink communicator near her temple. Gem tech, old gem tech. It was shaped like a heart. "I came here... a long time ago. Just before the war, actually." She said sheepishly, brushing her thick hair away from her face. Her clothes were made for someone who worked with the older upper tech, the stuff they had worked on just before the war broke out. It looked closer to modern gems, one could suppose, but lacked in every department. "I thought I would be stuck way longer in that harp though. Thank you, for freeing me."
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Post by citrine on Mar 31, 2015 1:16:38 GMT
"It's no problem. I came not too long before the war, too! But I never got stuck in anything..." She shrugged and her somewhat pale skin flushed orange as she processed what she'd said. Would that offend Bixbite? She wasn't sure.
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Post by bixbite on Mar 31, 2015 1:43:09 GMT
"I wasn't so much stuck as... imprisoned." She said hesitantly. "Someone buried me here. I'd assume as a spoil of the war, but I guess they were killed before they ever got the chance to take me back." She said, a bitter edge in her voice. She hated talking about this. About what had happened. "But enough about me, what about you? Do you know of any temples around here?"
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Post by citrine on Mar 31, 2015 1:48:05 GMT
"Oh... I'm so sorry..." She felt bad for the poor gem. Imprisoned for such a long time... Citrine perked up at the change of subject, though. "I've actually recently moved into an old abandoned one. I found it a few weeks ago, and I just finished cleaning it up and stuff."
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Post by bixbite on Apr 4, 2015 1:27:11 GMT
"should we go there?" she asked, looking over at Citrine curiously. She held her hands firmly at her sides and looked at the other gem. How long had it been since she encountered another gem?
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Post by citrine on Apr 19, 2015 21:31:33 GMT
"Sure, if you want to. It's actually suitable for people to go in there now. And it's not that far, either!"
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