( DISCLAIMER: I am absolutely not apping this character at this point in time! She has like twelve minutes of screen time and no backstory, and also would throw off the groove of any other Steven Universe character who could ever possibly enter the game. But if she gets more information in the distant future... I kind of want to know how she would work with the setting, okay. Just in case. )
1 (is the loneliest number that you'll ever do, you big single loser) [ It takes a very, very long time for the scientists to pacify this big orange alien after she busts through the porter, disoriented and speaking only in what are most accurately described as furious raptor noises, not to mention a level of subduing force that's gonna get mostly handwaved here! The important thing is nobody died. Congratulations all around.
To add insult to injury, after they spend all that time getting her calm enough to listen for five seconds, she's literally too huge to fit in the government car. Could she shift herself down a few sizes and make things easier for everyone? Yes. Is she going to tell these worms that? Over her shattered body. Jasper's just spent more time than she ever imagined at someone else's mercy, and apparently she's still a prisoner -- but at least she's one with autonomy over her own motion. She's not going to give anyone an inch more than necessary now that she's finally got that control back. ]
Just give me the files, [ she snarls, yanking her folder out of the benighted debriefer's hands before he can actually give assent either way. They have an operational warp pad and they're still using physical data? It's pathetically analogue, even for her. ] I can get there myself.
[ At this point, she's mostly walking just to walk. She doesn't know if she's actually going to pay a visit to whatever cheap excuse for a base they have or not. One thing is perfectly clear -- until she can get in touch with Homeworld, it doesn't matter where she goes or what she does. She doesn't buy anything these humans have told her, but she also can't for the life of her explain why she's here and how she's alone in her own body, seemingly without any effort on her part. Jasper doesn't remember unfusing or even trying to throw herself up against the walls of Malachite, and she knows the brat would never have willingly let her go. Someone else would have had to split them apart. Someone with destabilization tech, someone who knew what and where they were. How could the government on this third-rate patch of dirt be capable of any of that? And where are they keeping Lapis? There's only one priority that could possibly supersede reestablishing contact with her superiors, and that's ripping her gem out with her bare hands and grinding it into a fine powder.
All of these thoughts (except the violent one at the end there) are lightyears ahead of Jasper's usual level of internal contemplation, so when her aimless, cranky stomping sends her barreling straight into your character, it's totally understandable. Totally. Less understandable is the fact that if she doesn't straight up trip over them, which is entirely possible, she won't be stopping to apologize or acknowledge that a collision even took place! She just strides on in impassive silence, like a furious titan composed entirely of Kraft singles. ]
3 (but it also could be basically any of the other settings, you do what you want) [ And she just keeps on striding through all the other prompts! It's a little like Brodyquest, except there's no music and the subject is a violent, angry, genocidal space asshole with a rock nose. So it's nothing like Brodyquest. But the problem about walking around and refusing to acknowledge any human presence is that, when you're seven-odd feet tall and terrifying, most people are inclined to respect your desire not to engage socially. That means you don't get answers to the questions you're officially above deigning to ask, as a mighty gem warrior, but which off the record you should probably have just asked your escort at the beginning of all this. She's still not going to stop just anyone to demand answers! All these cities are teaming with civilians, the most useless variant of an already useless species. The only thing they seem to be good for is highlighting her real targets, who they swarm shamelessly. This is how they treat their war heroes? She's not sure what's more pathetic -- the imPorts that allow it, or the weak society that's failed so profoundly to teach them respect. (Also, she literally does not understand what a child is, but she does know that her attempts to question the especially puny humans stupid enough to approach her have had less than desirable results.)
Either way, there's a big orange person staring at whoever happens to be getting mobbed by a horde of grateful citizens at the moment. She's trying to come to a decision, which to the layman means she looks like she's just smelled something rank, and eventually gives an irritated shrug and a grunt before striding forward. They'll have to do. ]
You! [ she snaps, or maybe just says normally. Her voice is ridiculously low and loud, so it's hard to make the call. The crowd parts before her in a Red Sea fashion, leaving little doubt as to who she's addressing, but just to make it clear she points one yaoihanded finger at the person in question. ] You're an imPort.
[ It's a question, kind of. Anyone still hanging around to snap a final selfie is not going to be having a fun time in about thirty seconds. ]
jasper | steven universe
1 (is the loneliest number that you'll ever do, you big single loser)
[ It takes a very, very long time for the scientists to pacify this big orange alien after she busts through the porter, disoriented and speaking only in what are most accurately described as furious raptor noises, not to mention a level of subduing force that's gonna get mostly handwaved here! The important thing is nobody died. Congratulations all around.
To add insult to injury, after they spend all that time getting her calm enough to listen for five seconds, she's literally too huge to fit in the government car. Could she shift herself down a few sizes and make things easier for everyone? Yes. Is she going to tell these worms that? Over her shattered body. Jasper's just spent more time than she ever imagined at someone else's mercy, and apparently she's still a prisoner -- but at least she's one with autonomy over her own motion. She's not going to give anyone an inch more than necessary now that she's finally got that control back. ]
Just give me the files, [ she snarls, yanking her folder out of the benighted debriefer's hands before he can actually give assent either way. They have an operational warp pad and they're still using physical data? It's pathetically analogue, even for her. ] I can get there myself.
[ At this point, she's mostly walking just to walk. She doesn't know if she's actually going to pay a visit to whatever cheap excuse for a base they have or not. One thing is perfectly clear -- until she can get in touch with Homeworld, it doesn't matter where she goes or what she does. She doesn't buy anything these humans have told her, but she also can't for the life of her explain why she's here and how she's alone in her own body, seemingly without any effort on her part. Jasper doesn't remember unfusing or even trying to throw herself up against the walls of Malachite, and she knows the brat would never have willingly let her go. Someone else would have had to split them apart. Someone with destabilization tech, someone who knew what and where they were. How could the government on this third-rate patch of dirt be capable of any of that? And where are they keeping Lapis? There's only one priority that could possibly supersede reestablishing contact with her superiors, and that's ripping her gem out with her bare hands and grinding it into a fine powder.
All of these thoughts (except the violent one at the end there) are lightyears ahead of Jasper's usual level of internal contemplation, so when her aimless, cranky stomping sends her barreling straight into your character, it's totally understandable. Totally. Less understandable is the fact that if she doesn't straight up trip over them, which is entirely possible, she won't be stopping to apologize or acknowledge that a collision even took place! She just strides on in impassive silence, like a furious titan composed entirely of Kraft singles. ]
3 (but it also could be basically any of the other settings, you do what you want)
[ And she just keeps on striding through all the other prompts! It's a little like Brodyquest, except there's no music and the subject is a violent, angry, genocidal space asshole with a rock nose. So it's nothing like Brodyquest. But the problem about walking around and refusing to acknowledge any human presence is that, when you're seven-odd feet tall and terrifying, most people are inclined to respect your desire not to engage socially. That means you don't get answers to the questions you're officially above deigning to ask, as a mighty gem warrior, but which off the record you should probably have just asked your escort at the beginning of all this. She's still not going to stop just anyone to demand answers! All these cities are teaming with civilians, the most useless variant of an already useless species. The only thing they seem to be good for is highlighting her real targets, who they swarm shamelessly. This is how they treat their war heroes? She's not sure what's more pathetic -- the imPorts that allow it, or the weak society that's failed so profoundly to teach them respect. (Also, she literally does not understand what a child is, but she does know that her attempts to question the especially puny humans stupid enough to approach her have had less than desirable results.)
Either way, there's a big orange person staring at whoever happens to be getting mobbed by a horde of grateful citizens at the moment. She's trying to come to a decision, which to the layman means she looks like she's just smelled something rank, and eventually gives an irritated shrug and a grunt before striding forward. They'll have to do. ]
You! [ she snaps, or maybe just says normally. Her voice is ridiculously low and loud, so it's hard to make the call. The crowd parts before her in a Red Sea fashion, leaving little doubt as to who she's addressing, but just to make it clear she points one yaoihanded finger at the person in question. ] You're an imPort.
[ It's a question, kind of. Anyone still hanging around to snap a final selfie is not going to be having a fun time in about thirty seconds. ]