[NOW OPEN] Assassination!

[diediediediediedie]

Warnings: Death and blood and violence
Location: The park
Characters: Peridot, Rose Quartz, and Greg Universe
When: Three days after Peridot gets Shadowed.
Summary: A romantic evening walk is interrupted by a violent stalker and it all goes to hell from there.

Peridot had waited long enough. Three days of avoiding the sun, of practicing until she collapsed on the spot, of seething in an anger that was acute even for her with the whispers in her head egging her on, she managed one. A jagged shadow, long and thin and sharp, jutting up out of the concrete. She did it. She made one.

Eventually, she could make a few more. Eventually, she could throw them.

All she needed was one perfect shot, right through the gem. It would be easy enough to get close if Rose was hunting her. If her encounter with her in the shops was any indication, she'd believe anything. Any story would do. Of course it would. The whispers had stopped arguing with her about this. Just this one thing. If she got to do this one thing, then she pay attention to what they wanted.

Helicopter fingers fluttering, she scanned the city for Rose until finally she found her in the park with her pet human. The sun was setting, the shadows would get stronger and stronger in the waning daylight...perfect. She taxied down to the ground behind the couple.

“Well, well, well...Isn't it getting a little late?”

Comments

[defactodefector]

"It would need to be hotter than that, but. Maybe. Until then, though, I don't think anyone wants to deal with mindless limbs crawling around." Her voice is quiet, and emotionless. Right now, Rose just seems very, very drained. And not just from the extreme overkill she pulled on Peridot.

She's also pointedly avoiding turning back around. Rose won't be able to continue keeping it together if she looks back right now.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"Hold a bit up?" If he knows what he's reaching for he can handle it. The whole ordeal is emotionally draining and he's got Greg's blood on his hands but-

He's a doctor. He's handled this before. Rose hasn't. Soon as he knows what he's looking for he starts balling them up in his clean hand, lifting and tugging the shards from the surrounding area with his magic.

[defactodefector]

She watches him levitate the broken pieces away, before lowering her hand. "Just make sure to keep them somewhere sturdy where they won't have the room to regenerate properly. If they do escape, it should be easy enough to poof them and collect the pieces again."

...Well. That's that taken care of, then. No reason for her to stick around, anymore. "If you'll excuse me, I think it'd be better if I were alone." She says, before starting to walk off. Something Rose was already aware of has been made abundantly clear now: It's dangerous for humans to know her, and be around her.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"If I may, Miz Rose." This isn't something he's got far too much experience with- but it's not a letter of condolence and she ain't a Vulcan. There are social moors at work here he doesn't know how to interpret - all he's got to go on is the statistics that races that live longer feel deeper- and every loss is felt with a depth of grief fit to make any empath weep. This is Greg. Was Greg.

"Everyone grieves different but- I don't know if you should be by yourself? It ain't easy to lose a loved one." Understatement of the fucking century, right there. "Hav'n someone with you can help."

[defactodefector]

"I appreciate the sentiment. It's very sweet. But I'll be fine on my own." She doesn't face him as she talks, still not looking back.

She'll be fine on her own, after all. Even though the other Gems aren't here, it won't be all that different. She's lived apart from humanity for a very long time, until she met Greg. There's no reason she can't just go back to that, and keep people from getting close to her and getting themselves hurt like this.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"Keep in touch?" He can't make her talk to him no more than he could make her talk to anyone but- isolation is not a healthy way of handling grief. He knew that pretty damn well. "Casey and I'll be here for ya."

Shit.

He needs to tell Casey. And Wash. Jesus christ.