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Post by agailazen on Dec 5, 2015 0:36:09 GMT
Got a text. I pulled out my phone...and it's that guy from the Steven Universe forum. Welp, I don't have a job, so I got nothing better to do. I went to his address...and was surprised to find that the guy owned a mansion. Th--that's a surprise. I wonder if he has a Batcave...or a helicopter.
Unless this is the wrong address. Guess I'll find out now. I rang the bell.
"Uhh, Mr. Quartz? It's me, Nick."
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Post by pearlquartz17 on Dec 5, 2015 0:59:42 GMT
Mr Quartz was sitting in the front parlor, discussing their respective existences, when the front doorbell rang. "Do excuse me, madam," said Mr Quartz. He opened the door to find a handsome and bespectacled young man with dark hair and an olive-colored complexion standing in the doorway. "Nick? Come in, you must be chilled."
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Post by agailazen on Dec 5, 2015 1:36:46 GMT
I walked in through the front gates and let myself inside. I then spotted the different people lounging around...and they look exactly like Steven and the Crystal Gems.
"Dayum," I gaped, "That's some GOOD cosplay." I shot them a thumbs-up. Seriously, you couldn't get better cosplay if you paid the best in Hollywood. Mostly because they'd add detail that'd make it look horrendous. I guess this is why Quartz wanted me here. I took an empty seat.
"So...who are you guys? Are you filming a Steven Universe movie?"
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Post by Altruvolant on Dec 5, 2015 15:30:44 GMT
"Nice customer service." I said sarcastically just as my phone rang, "I don't have time for this." I waved the worker off, turning the other direction and answering my phone, Mr Quartz' message was received. "Augh it's too far." I groaned. My feet stepped outside of the donut shop and I dialed Mr Quartz' number, waiting for him to pick up.
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Post by pearlquartz17 on Dec 5, 2015 16:04:25 GMT
Mr Quartz excused himself and returned to his study and answered the loudly-ringing phone. "Hello? Altru?"
"Yeah?" came the voice on the other end.
"It's Quartz. You received my message, yes?"
"I did," replied the woman on the other end, her voice indistinct. Probably on her cell phone, Mr Quartz hypothesized.
"Can you make it over to my place?"
"Not sure. How far is it?"
"I'll give you the address," replied Mr Quartz as he delivered the address. "You have a car?"
"No," she responded matter-of-factly.
"Ah, well, I'll drive by and give you a lift. I'm on my way." She hung up, and Mr Quartz re-entered the room which held The Gems and Nick.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I need to be going. I have to pick up a friend, and I'll be right back." With that, he ran out the door.
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Post by Altruvolant on Dec 5, 2015 16:30:36 GMT
"Pfft, do I have a car? How long have we know each other, Quartz?" I spoke to myself. I sat on the side of the curb and placed my hands inside the pockets of my grey hoodie.
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Post by pearlquartz17 on Dec 5, 2015 17:19:59 GMT
Mr Quartz pulled up to where Altru was sitting on the city curb, and opened the side door. "Hop in, sorry to keep you waiting," he said quickly. She jumped in, and soon they were off to his house.
"So what is this thing you mentioned? The one I have to see to believe?"
"You'll see soon enough, my friend," Mr Quartz said as they sped out of town to his estate.
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Post by WikiWhippleChevron on Dec 5, 2015 21:10:41 GMT
Now, my house wasn't exactly, Downtown, in fact there are no main roads that come within miles of my remote shack. It's well built mind you, called my family over and we built it ourselves, and the place is decked out with military grade internet I acquired through a big ass satellite in my backyard.
I had my pistol hidden under the dashboard if there were, I don't know, aliens or some shit (I had noo idea at the time that there were aliens), and had my concealed weapon permit in my wallet jut in case there were cops, but I had a personal M4A1 Iron under a fake bottom in the bed of the truck. When you live as far away as me people tend to think they can murder you, and no one will find out. I was speeding along a back country road, when I saw the steam coming up from the nearby estate. I parked the car, and walked a half kilometer uphill with my sidearm in my jacket, climbed the fence, and smacked face first into the smooth, cut grass, a contrast to the weeds on the outside.
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Post by pearlquartz17 on Dec 6, 2015 22:03:18 GMT
Narration by James Earl Jones: Soon our heroes were all gathered at the home of Mr P Quartz, where he had a surprise to show them....
Mr Quartz beamed as he gathered all his comrades together in a spacious conservatory. An old piano from Biedermeier Vienna sat by a window, while the moon continued to shine through the open window.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls," said Mr Quartz with the air of a showman, "Allow me to present, without further ado, the one and only Crystal Gems!" He opened a door to reveal Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and Steven standing with confused look on their faces. "What do you think?" he queried.
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Post by Altruvolant on Dec 6, 2015 22:09:49 GMT
"Are they holograms?" I asked while stepping closer to inspect. I poked Steven's cheek, leaping back a few inches when my finger did not pass through the face as excepted, "What the hell, Quartz? Wax figures?" I squinted.
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