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"I'd like to have a job as defender."
Moonstone hadn't expressed a desire to fight before. Although knowing how much the Lunarians had hurt the gems, Moonstone always had a soft spot for them. They were practically the same race. Nobody really blamed Moonstone for not hating the Lunarians; they all knew they wouldn't be able to either.
While Tar was concerned on where this newfound ambition came from, but they weren't going to complain. The gems needed all the help they could get fighting off the Lunarians.
"If that's what you want." Tar responded after a while. "Go get your sword from Cymophane."
Moonstone bowed and thanked Tar repeatedly, before running off to the Rehabilitation and Weaponry shack.
The blue gem enters the shack, gently pushing the entrance curtain to the side. They're met with three gems as they walk in. Cymophane and Jasper, as expected, and Koroit Opal.
The dark gold gem was in the middle of getting their arm put back into place, Jasper doing so with an annoyed look on their face.
"Koroit!" Moonstone exclaimed. "Was that from the Lunarian attack earlier?" Both Jasper and Cymophane began to chuckle to themselves as Moonstone spoke, Koroit looking down at the ground in shame.
"Not exactly..." Koroit replied softly. "It's really noth-"
"They fell. Not during the attack, just on a normal walk." Jasper explained, receiving a distressed 'Jasper!' from Koroit.
Cymophane rose from their makeshift bed on the ground, grabbing a medium-sized blade and offering it to Moonstone. "You came for this, right?" They asked.
“Oh, yeah! How’d you know?” Moonstone asked, carefully taking the sword from the yellow-green gem.
“Eh, just a hunch.” The cat-eyed jewel returned to their weapon stash, handing an identical sword to Koroit Opal. “Alright then, good luck.” Cymophane layed down onto their sleeping mat, almost immediately falling asleep.
“Hold on!” Moonstone exclaimed loudly. “I don’t know how to fight with this thing! You’re not gonna teach us?”
Koroit jumped down from the bench they were being repaired on, “Yeah, you can’t just send us off like that! We could get hurt!”
Cymophane raises their sleepy head, sighing as they got back up from their “bed”.
“Fiiiine.” Cymophane grabbed their own sword, a much bigger blade that gets wider farther away from the handle. “Let’s go then.”
