[A] [Malachite knows she's somewhere else as soon as consciousness returns. The smell of the sea is gone, the continuous feel of the ocean tides gone, leaving her feeling unsteady as she carefully rises to all fours, fingers splayed against the ground as if to help hold her in place. Perspective is ... different, and the proximity of bubbled gems and their size tells her she's much, much smaller than she's used to.
Instead of immediately looking for an exit, the green and white fusion begins a careful examination of herself, running her fingers across the gem-shard nose in the middle of her face, then twisting so one leg-arm can likewise brush across the gem between her upper shoulder blades.
Checking for damage. Cracks, chips. She knows what bubbling is, what it's for, and why she might be there - had she been broken? Corrupted?
...No. Only once she's assured of her own current physical state does she even begin to look around, seeking an exit instead of explanations. Out. She needed out.]
[B] [Outside has been achieved! And the disorienting change of perspective is immediate and apparent now. Malachite was used to being several stories tall, now she guessed her height at most might match Jasper's, perhaps a little taller. It means she can pick her way through Waverly Bay's market crowd without worrying about squashing the fleshlings and assorted other .. gems? Gems, like they belonged here, living with these meatsacks!
And somehow, the centauroid fusion isn't any stranger than many other things these people have seen, by the general lack of reaction. That's almost a relief. But the presence of produce, grown locally or otherwise, does bring something else to mind. The crisp taste of tribute by a cowering island tribe, now just a sweet memory on the back of her tongue.]
You!
[It's the first time she's speaking up in public, accosting the first person who looks reasonably intelligent AND likely to answer her instead of panic, run away or attack. You'll do. Yes, you.]
Malachite || Steven Universe AU || Uh ...malachite..
[Malachite knows she's somewhere else as soon as consciousness returns. The smell of the sea is gone, the continuous feel of the ocean tides gone, leaving her feeling unsteady as she carefully rises to all fours, fingers splayed against the ground as if to help hold her in place. Perspective is ... different, and the proximity of bubbled gems and their size tells her she's much, much smaller than she's used to.
Instead of immediately looking for an exit, the green and white fusion begins a careful examination of herself, running her fingers across the gem-shard nose in the middle of her face, then twisting so one leg-arm can likewise brush across the gem between her upper shoulder blades.
Checking for damage. Cracks, chips. She knows what bubbling is, what it's for, and why she might be there - had she been broken? Corrupted?
...No. Only once she's assured of her own current physical state does she even begin to look around, seeking an exit instead of explanations. Out. She needed out.]
[B]
[Outside has been achieved! And the disorienting change of perspective is immediate and apparent now. Malachite was used to being several stories tall, now she guessed her height at most might match Jasper's, perhaps a little taller. It means she can pick her way through Waverly Bay's market crowd without worrying about squashing the fleshlings and assorted other .. gems? Gems, like they belonged here, living with these meatsacks!
And somehow, the centauroid fusion isn't any stranger than many other things these people have seen, by the general lack of reaction. That's almost a relief. But the presence of produce, grown locally or otherwise, does bring something else to mind. The crisp taste of tribute by a cowering island tribe, now just a sweet memory on the back of her tongue.]
You!
[It's the first time she's speaking up in public, accosting the first person who looks reasonably intelligent AND likely to answer her instead of panic, run away or attack. You'll do. Yes, you.]
Which of these ... shops ... carries watermelon?