Calomel
Cela faisait longtemps qu'il n'y avait eu aucun signe d'ennui pour la dernière fois. Trop longtemps? Pas assez longtemps? Calomel ne se souciait pas assez de décider, pas que son esprit encombré le permettrait.
Quelle que soit la réponse, l'ennui était un problème et elle ne l'a pas accueilli favorablement.
Ses élèves étaient devenus des chats comme des fentes, évaluant la situation à partir de sa perche rocheuse, pistolets embrayés défensivement.
Il n'y avait, bien sûr, aucun moyen qu'elle puisse tirer à partir de cette gamme, et franchement, elle n'était pas sûre qu'elle apprécierait ou redouterait le moment inévitable où elle aurait à le faire. Mais elle les tenait néanmoins, offrant un faux sentiment de sécurité.
Elle n'arrivait pas à s'en sortir, mais elle était presque sûre de ce qu'elle voyait - des joyaux du monde entier. Sur Terre. Elle a grimacé, essayant de calmer son esprit de paranoïa avant qu'elle n'ait le meilleur d'elle. Quelle était la probabilité qu'ils viennent pour elle? Pour tout ce qu'elle savait, Homeworld a abandonné leurs recherches il y a quelques années - pourquoi d'autre a-t-il été si longtemps? Et d'ailleurs, leur navire avait l'air brisé - qui devait dire que la Terre était même leur destination. Elle secoua la tête, voix d'une longue compagne morte qui lui atteignit l'esprit.
Concentrez-vous.

Alors concentre-toi, elle l'a fait. Il y en avait 9, 10, peut-être 12 au total. De cette distance, elle ne savait pas quel genre de joyau ils étaient, mais se rapprocher était l'une des dernières choses qu'elle voulait faire. Aucun d'entre eux ne semblait plus volumineux qu'elle - donc ils n'envoyaient pas de combattants selon toute vraisemblance. Pas de quartz, il semblait. L'un d'eux semblait être une Howlite, le motif noir et blanc distinct apparent même de cette distance, mais elle ne pouvait franchement deviner que les autres. Rien dans les décombres, sauf pour un exercice géant, n'était d'intérêt. Pendant quelques instants, elle se demande quel est son but, en regardant le groupe essayer de porter la chose de taille comique, avant de rejeter ses pistolets et de se reposer, en prenant une profonde respiration.
Pas le groupe le plus compétent, elle pensait. Mais il y avait beaucoup d'entre eux, et une seule d'elle, et son esprit avait depuis longtemps perdu sa vivacité, et malgré sa construction, son joyau était assez fragile.
Après un cas rare d'attention, elle a décidé de les laisser pour le moment plutôt que de les approcher, de s'enfuir ou de les chasser. Elle garderait un œil sur eux. Surveillez-les. Mais pour l'instant, elle s'est vite évanouie, dans la peur qu'elle ait pu être repérée.
Ces pierres précieuses étaient soit le problème de Homeworld, soit celui de la Terre. Elle était les deux.
Et il fallait ajouter un troisième groupe à la liste.
Since Calomel's become their toast
How many patients have they lost-
How many thousands do they kill,
Or poison with their
Calomel?










- Twin pistols with a distinctive steam-punk feel, her summoned weapons.
- Stiletto daggers, created by  back when  was still part of 
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INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS AND UNSTABLE GEM.
DO NOT ENGAGE.
HIGH PAYMENT FOR CAPTURE UNSHATTERED.


The days blended together.
There was so little in her room - white walls, white ceiling, white bars, white gloves, white shackles, white shards, white white white white, picking and prodding and muttering among each other beyond her walls, as if she couldn't hear anything. None of it made much sense - something about successful samples and defective gems. Some voices she recognized as old friends. Or were they old foes? Was there a difference at this point?
She shook her head, not allowing her thoughts to wander. They weren't watching her. Take a breath. Focus. Aim.
She was wasting precious moments free from supervision. Who knew how long until she got a chance like this again?
A spark of hope was re-lit - tentatively, she moved the hands she couldn't see, enough to test her binds, but not enough to make too much noise.
Still tight as ever.
She silently cursed the diamonds, frown deepening and heels digging into the floor. Nothing in the room would help her, even if she could reach them. She was ready to scream of frustration, the only thing holding her back was that there really was a way out, instead only having it come out as a silent hiss.
And then it hit her like a brick.
Choked, delirious giggled bubbled within her as she pressed her sweaty palms closer to the cuffs, wincing as it dug into her skin, desperation giving her the strength she thought she lost all too long ago.
Maybe, just maybe, the very thing that got her in this mess, could get her out of it.





Rose Rock


He's cycled through many in his long years. His most common was simply 'Rose Rock'. A few early peers knew him simply as Rose. One particular gem called him 'Rocky', much to his displeasure. In the battle, during these times, he favoured the name Barite, likely to distance himself from the loss of two other Roses he knew, a fallen ally and a traitorous leader. Long retired from his past days of battle, he now works as a scientist and engineer for Homeworld - a technical officer. It is this title, 'Officer', that he prefers nowadays, though you might hear a few souls refer to him otherwise. He is quick to hush them.



Rose Rock towers at about a good 6'6 feet, tall and sturdy, but with a certain elegance to him. He almost always seems tired, and indeed, he is. Buried under the cuff of his left sleeve is a watch-like device he developed himself, built around his gem.


Chronoprohiberis(III) - The ability to stop time. In his case, he can move freely during this time, and so can anyone who makes direct physical contact with him. The main limitation is that he cannot freeze time whenever he wants - though he can freeze it as long as he wishes, it takes twice the amount of time that would've been used up until he can utilize it again. Every 10 steps adds a minute to recharge time. (Eg; if he stops time for 5 minutes, once unfrozen, it'll take 10 minutes for him to be able to re-use it. If he stops time for 2 minutes, but takes 30 steps, it'll still take 10 minutes for him to be able to re-use it.)
Somnipathy(III) - The ability to alter dreamscapes and enter those of others. He is able to dream lucidly and enter the dreams of others, as well as manipulate those dreams. He cannot physically harm anyone outside of their waking self like some of the more advanced users, nor is he able to access this while not asleep himself.
Abacomancy(I) - The ability to utilize clairvoyance, divination, and retrocognition, through the use of sand or other particles as a medium. The main drawback here is that it is something that is deliberate and must be prepared, rather than something he can easily call upon. The other is that he is unable to utilize divination.
Flash Precognition(I) - The ability to see things shortly (within minutes or seconds) of them happening. This is not a voluntary ability, and there's no controlling when or if it is triggered. It seems to have dulled from back in his battling days, likely because that was when it was of most use to him.


Poleaxe - Rust red poleaxe. Summoned.
Wrist Watcher - Technological device that serves many functions. The three most prominent of which being, 1) a time-telling device, once that accounts for the oddities of time across space and the time that would have been relapsed when utilizing his chronoprohiberis, 2) a device that monitors various people, products, things and machines, and 3) slight protection to his gem. Self-developed.


Good luck getting it out of him. There are three things that are common knowledge:
-He's been around since pretty much forever, and is well trusted among homeworld's superiors. So much so that his apprentice, Blue Zircon, who was once a traitor to Homeworld, was given a rare second chance when Rose Rock vouched for her, and promised to pay for any consequences.
-He hadn't always been a scientist, and spent a good deal of time in front lines, including against Earth's rebellion. Apparently he refused to take up a higher position in battle than a foot soldier.
-He has, however, spent most of his life within labs, and focuses on gem alterations, repurposing, and advancement, whether that be via physical engineering or technological devices. He is one of the scientists responsible for the creation of limb enhancers.


TBA (need to write w/ Nous)


Sand Roses are seen and spoken highly of among Homeworld's ranks. This is due to the unusual circumstances of formation as well as their rarity, especially in the cases of non-selenite/gypsum based specimens. Though their kind form from undeveloped gem shards and can thus be considered 'recycled' or 'by-products', even if rare, they are valued nonetheless. Part of that value is in their uniqueness.
Though Sand Roses don't change or grow like humans do, their formations are very much one of an individual, with different variations in compounds, unlike most gems. Meaning that they tend to vary in power and skill. Each new Sand Rose offers new possibility and discovery. And so you'll see Sand Roses in varying fields, even in places like Homeworld.
There is one field that is rare for them, however - the battlefield.
Their formations, especially younger formations, aren't exactly what you'd call the most durable. Not only are they prone to injury (cracks, chips, etc.), but they are also incredibly vulnerable to fluids, water being the worst offender. This fragility, along with their rarity and value, makes them a very rare sight on the battle field. Our Officer was one of those exceptions, as was his long-dead mentor. And it was only with a lack of of Quartz soldiers that they ended up on front lines for prolonged periods of time. Earth was supposed to help put a limit to exposing gems deemed 'hard to replace' in battle. Even if Rose Rock wanted to remain a soldier after the war, he probably wouldn't be allowed by the diamonds, being that, well, traitors or not, they got quuuiiiiite the number of Quartzes now, and a good bit of Rubies as well.


Crazy Lace Agate


Crazy Lace is the most common, though you may also hear the occasional Crazy, Lacey, or Laces.


WIP



Ribbon manipulation (IV) - Can summon, create, manipulate, control, and reshape ribbons for various uses. There is virtually no limit to this, much like Lapis's control over water. It should be noted, however, that this is limited to cloth based ribbons (so no metal, plastic, etc.)
Happiness Inducement (I) - Passive power that is always active. Being around Crazy Lace just tends to boost one's mood, regardless of their own opinion of her. It's not very strong, mind, but it can definitely sway a violent foe, or cheer up a friend feeling blue.
Laughter Affinity (I) - Passive power that is always active. Brings new meaning to the phrase, 'laughter's the best medicine'. Crazy Lace gains strength from laughter, so long as she is the one who induces the laughter.


Ribbons. She summons ribbons from her gem, an unlimited amount of them, and of various qualities.


Like Snowflake, Crazy Lace was a fighter in the rebellion. A defective Quartz, quite the runt, though runty Crazy Laces aren't nearly as looked down upon as most Quartzes. This is due to their place in Homeworld's society.
Our Crazy Lace, however, was born during the rebellion, and never knew of Homeworld's unusual lack of dismissiveness towards runy Crazy Lace Agates. And due to isolation from homeworld, her powers grew more in what is normally their passive ability, ribbon creation (which grew into manipulation), rather than their emotional manipulation (for propaganda, which starts off as happiness inducement) and laughter affinity (for battle). Ribbons are typically just a medium, rather than their focus. She was born among the chaos of war, and as such, never grew into her role, or knew she needed one, under the care of Biggs Jasper, Bismuth, and Snowflake. She still is, at heart, an entertainer, though moreso a comedian and preformer who genuinely strives to spread laughter and cheer. With Snowflake, she stands guard by the warp pad she was made responsible for.




Like all Agates, Crazy Lace Agates terrify, but unlike most Agates, they, as entertainers and artists, do so subtly. Without people realizing it. Propagandists. Gems don't become terrified of Crazy Laces. They become terrified of others. They spread and implant fear rather than create it, through emotional manipulation. And as commanders, they use this fear, fuel their soldiers with promise of triumph and festivities to come, and celebrate the defeat of their self-created terror.
However, they can also be nothing short if terrifying in her own merry way if needed be.


Lodolite - WIP