Peridot is scarcely listening to any of them. Not the humans, not the daemon, not the skeleton dog. No, she is much too busy trying to process just how much she fucking. loathes. PIXIES.
None of this was supposed to happen! She wasn't supposed to get caught up in some stupid petty squabble between two lesser lackeys of the Summer and Winter courts! She just came out here because she wanted to help her friend, because coming to Lapis' aid was-- is-- literally all she cares about. And now Lapis is still out there somewhere (or so Peridot thinks), probably terrified out of her mind somewhere, while she's trapped here inside a shitty snow globe, having just thoroughly been owned by yet another garbage fae. Considering all this, maybe it's a bit more understandable why the engineer is just standing there in deadly silence, her posture rigid, shoulders rising and falling shakily as a barely contained temper tantrum bubbles under the surface.
Yuya asks a simple question. Peridot politely responds by letting out a long, inarticulate goblin shriek of abject fury before morphing into an acid-green dragon the size of a Honda CRV, launching herself head-first at the ice wall, ramming it once with her horns and then slashing with heated claws and blasting it with the most powerful fire she can muster in a maelstrom of Righteous Friendship Rage.
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None of this was supposed to happen! She wasn't supposed to get caught up in some stupid petty squabble between two lesser lackeys of the Summer and Winter courts! She just came out here because she wanted to help her friend, because coming to Lapis' aid was-- is-- literally all she cares about. And now Lapis is still out there somewhere (or so Peridot thinks), probably terrified out of her mind somewhere, while she's trapped here inside a shitty snow globe, having just thoroughly been owned by yet another garbage fae. Considering all this, maybe it's a bit more understandable why the engineer is just standing there in deadly silence, her posture rigid, shoulders rising and falling shakily as a barely contained temper tantrum bubbles under the surface.
Yuya asks a simple question. Peridot politely responds by letting out a long, inarticulate goblin shriek of abject fury before morphing into an acid-green dragon the size of a Honda CRV, launching herself head-first at the ice wall, ramming it once with her horns and then slashing with heated claws and blasting it with the most powerful fire she can muster in a maelstrom of Righteous Friendship Rage.