Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190125234216/@comment-26892768-20190126021323

Good choice to retreat on the Grox's part. Obsidian waits until they're out of sight to turn around...and then sees Dlawso.

They're silent for a moment, before getting down on one knee, bending over, and grabbing Dlawso with two fingers, getting back up as they look at him menacingly...

Before giving a soft growl, turning around, and taking ten huge steps, when they then get down and bend over again to gently place him elsewhere.

Obsidian is not dealing with this bullshit.

With that, they walk back to where they were, stand still for a moment, and then defuse into the Crystal Gems.

Amethyst groans on the ground before slowly getting up. "Man...talk about a workout...that went completely off the rails! I mean, with those ships, and that guy, and that other guy, and...well, I'm glad we won't have to deal with that anytime soon, right Garnet?"

Amethyst elbows Garnet. No response. "...Garnet?"

Garnet gives a small grunt, then gets up and starts walking.

"Oh. That's not a good sign." Amethyst sighs.

"Oh, my name is Filia! The Parasite on the back of my head is Samson - don't mind him, he's just a bit, uh...protective." Filia smiles.

Samson glares at the space behind Filia's head, muttering something about cults.

"So, anyway...would you happen to know where we are?" Filia asks.

"But then how the hell did..." Mista is running the numbers through his head again. Poor lad.