[ mirrors: the morning after; backdated to the morning of 3/14 ]

[meteorstorm]

[ So this morning, you may find one Sakuta Ryuusei in the kitchen area of Casa de KRC, freshly showered and making breakfast (lots of it)

You may also find a most likely very sleepy ladypirate somewhere in the vicinity ]

Comments

[meteorstorm]

It depends on the boy. I can tell you what looks good; I can't tell you who made it or what it's made of or how much it would cost, usually.

[yellowhasthechest]

Most boys can't tell you any of that regardless.

[Sliding one of her own rings off and holding it up; the stone is clear, and just about flawless.] Know what it is?

[meteorstorm]

Because most of us don't care if it's diamond, cubic zirconia, or a plain glass crystal, so long as it looks nice.

[ taking that ring and holding it in his palm for a moment, then handing back ]

Judging by the weight and knowing it's you, it's probably diamond.

[yellowhasthechest]

It's not. [Sliding it back on.]

It's a clear sapphire. That's what happens when sapphires are produced under high-heat conditions. Your planet can't do it naturally, at least not very often.

[meteorstorm]

[ you learn something new every day ]

Not on the surface, probably not.

[yellowhasthechest]

It happens very rarely below the surface, too. And they're not usually this clear. This came from someplace outside your whole solar system, where they're common. Because the conditions are perfect for them.

[meteorstorm]

It's not entirely surprising. It would be stupid to think the gems on this planet are the only ones around.

[yellowhasthechest]

And yet every jeweler who's seen it has begged me to know what country it was mined in, not what planet.

[meteorstorm]

Because none of them have no reason to think otherwise. This planet's barely started to touch the surface of space travel. No one's gone out further than Earth's moon. At least, no human or animal.

[yellowhasthechest]

Whose fault is that?

[meteorstorm]

You tell me. We've only really made any technological headway in the last hundred years or so.

[yellowhasthechest]

And I've only been here for the last ... way less than that.

[Calendar.]

[meteorstorm]

About a year and a half, if I'm not mistaken.

[yellowhasthechest]

I was on your planet before I got here.

[meteorstorm]

I couldn't tell you, then. Unless you happen to know what year it was.

[yellowhasthechest]

... 2011?

[meteorstorm]

. . . Same year we're from. About two years, either way.

[yellowhasthechest]

Huh. Imagine that.

[meteorstorm]

It's bound to happen sometimes.

[yellowhasthechest]

That doesn't mean the coincidence can't be funny.

[meteorstorm]

What, that you were fighting your Zangerwhatsits the same time we were having trouble with the Zodiarts?

[yellowhasthechest]

Zangyack, but yeah.

[DEEPLY amused by this butchering of their name, given the dislike I have for them.]

[meteorstorm]

[ well I wasn't paying that much attention the last time you said it ]

Right.

[yellowhasthechest]

What's a Zodiart?

[meteorstorm]

I suppose the easiest way to describe it is that they're similar to Riders, but instead of using the switches through the drivers, they take in the Cosmic Energy directly from the switch. It's usually their own selfish desires that twist them into something terrible.