RhineQueen

Steven Universe: The Gem Wars (Interest Check)

@TheLoneBanette Oh yeah, sure. No problem. I'll make those changes.

Nefarious (Crossover rp)

@yukisaa Moses jumped back with a guttural hiss, her tendrils flaring out around her as the drink materialized. She watched the girl take a drink of it before composing herself, brushing her tendrils down.
"Apologies. I had not expecting a manifester." She said, shaking her head. "I have not knowledge of the location. To my knowing, not does anyone else."

When the Rapture Comes Knocking

Roxy caught Christa as she stumbled, shifting the girl's arm around her shoulder, supporting her as she walked. She could see the ornate ancient spires of the old church rising over the drab brick buildings surrounding it. If there was a place to find some kind of guidance the old church would be the place. She had never expected to be going to church so desperately, but the sense of dread out in the streets was growing and she more than ever wanted to be inside behind some big stone walls.

Young, Wild and Free

Nyteshaed had been attempting to sleep off a hangover, but it seemed like another morning of screaming voices had other ideas. She buried her pounding head in her pillow and attempted to block out the noise, but her brain had decided she was up and going to deal a throbbing headache and a mouth that tasted like a brewery shit in it. She slowly opened her eyes and quickly closed them as the weak sunlight coming through her blinds stung at her retinas. Never again. She thought. Not that she was never going to drink again, but that she was never going to use whiskey as a mixer for vodka again. She was suddenly jolted awake by violent revolution and she bolted from her room with surprising speed. Not even bothering to put a shirt on, she made for the bathroom and was promptly violently ill into the toilet.
"Well good morning to you too, nausea." She muttered into the toilet bowl. "I was wondering when you might show up."

Steven Universe: The Gem Wars (Interest Check)

Name: Blue Topaz "Blue"
Origin: Homeworld
Age: 1245
Gender: Female
Alliance: Tentatively Homeworld

Appearance

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Another nova passed by the shuttle window, a brilliant sight to behold, but Blue's mind was elsewhere. She was bound for Earth, the front of colonization and she was meant to send back reports of the progress, but hadn't been briefed on the real state of things until she had been given the file of the previous report she now poured over. It mentioned a local population of bipeds, ones that were just beginning to develop a culture and technology. For all technical definitions, the planet was devoid of advanced life, but Blue couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the young species of Earth. She sighed and sat back in her chair, the light vibrations of the shuttle began to lull her into a tired haze. She shook herself awake and returned to the file. She had a lot to cover on the way to Earth.
It had been a long time since she'd been off Homeworld, the last time being on a vacation to Alpha Centuri, and she could feel apprehension knotting in her gut. She buried her head back into the files and attempted to dismiss the feeling. She had a duty to her planet to fulfill and even though it was not as glorious as being out on the front lines, carving out the Kindergartens and raising the next generation of gem warriors, she was secure in the knowledge that it was important job. The commanders back home needed to be informed to the progress and tribulations on Earth and Blue was to be the vessel through which that information will pass.
More secured in her work she quickly dismissed her guilt over the native population. They were inferior and brutish anyway, equally as likely to kill themselves off as they were to ever make great works of art. As she read on, she almost laughed at how little they had accomplished. They were nothing compared to the Homeworld and they would be quickly forgotten by annuls of history, save for a footnote in the gem's expansion.

Fatal Flaw: Remarkably stubborn
Saving Grace: Similarly loyal
History: Sent by Homeworld to document the colonization efforts on Earth.
Dance Style: Swing
Weapon: Brandistock
Powers: Short range blink teleport. She can quickly teleport up to two meters in any direction. It requires a couple seconds to recharge and if she does it too often it leaves her disoriented and nauseous.
Retrocognition, the ability to view events in the recent past. This is limited to her current area and events that happened within the past 24 hours. She can see greatly emotionally charged events from within up to a week, but this is very exhausting and the readings are often clouded and unclear.

When the Rapture Comes Knocking

Roxy scanned the detritus around them. It was hard to pick out any details, but she still took her axe from her belt, gripping it tightly as she picked up her pace.
"Yeah. It'll be good to get some walls up around us. This whole place is giving me hardcore heebie jeebies."

When the Rapture Comes Knocking

Roxy thought a moment and nodded, giving Christa's hand a soft squeeze.
"Alright." She said with another lopsided smile. "I'm not particularly religious myself, I mean I never really thought about it to be fair, and now I don't even know what to think." She rubbed a hand through her hair. "I guess that a holy mission is just as likely as anything else at this point."

When the Rapture Comes Knocking

Roxy pondered a moment, brow furrowed.
"You mean like the Christian apocalypse kind of rapture?" She asked, her voice skeptical. As she looked around her, her skepticism softened somewhat. She was never a religious person, but she couldn't deny that she didn't have any other real explanation.
"I don't know. I mean I have no idea what the hell else it could be or anything." She trailed off into a mutter.

When the Rapture Comes Knocking

Roxy followed along, quickly matching pace with Christa. She couldn't help but smile along with her, this girl was working wonders on her nerves and having a help with a sense of direction, both literally and physically. Her hand inadvertently tightened around Christa's as she scanned the area for any signs of anything at all.

When the Rapture Comes Knocking

Roxy took her hand and stood up, slinging her ukulele over he shoulder. Christa was nice. She definitely like Christa. She held on to Christa's hand for a few extra moments after she was standing. Looking over the city, she was at a bit of a loss. Cars sat abandoned and crashed when their drivers disappeared and the shop fronts were empty.
"I don't know." She said. "I haven't seen any signs of anyone. But I mean, we can't be the only ones. Right?"