A Sort of Stone

“You can be a part of the IPC’s Strategic Investment department easily.” Topaz beams a compliment. Stelle said she likes work, work of the Astral Express moreover, though she can’t say much about the work of the IPC.

Overtime seems too much….

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“Oh, the Strategic Investment department? Topaz said that?” Aventurine was in the bathroom washing up for the night, his voice echoing through the tiles of it.

She stuck to hang out for awhile, Stelle splayed out on the fluffy carpets of the bedroom, clean and free, all the while entertaining the little gray creatures that gather round her.

Ruan Mei’s creations are going places, it’s a surprise it isn’t activating its telepathy communication thingy on me yet.

She would’ve been so distracted she wont be even making conversation right now.

There was no plan or seriousness of course, yet curious for answers if she’s qualified enough she sat up and looked at the bathroom door where Aventurine just emerged from. “Do you think i can become a Stoneheart too?”

“Theres only twelve stones, positions are filled, sweetheart.” surely it wont be that difficult for someone as Stelle to get into the IPC as a top-ranker, the woman is an exceptional nameless after all (not to mention a Stellaron with great power) but from Aventurines past experience one stone must go down to take over the other, just exactly how he got his. 

From Kakavasha to Aventurine, lower rank of the stonehearts before Topaz’s demotion, yet still.

Stelle rolls her eyes at that, “Theres more than 12 stones in existence surely it wont hurt your boss to add another one to his collection.” 

“Fair point…” with an easy sigh he resigns. Aventurine making way to sit on the bed. “What type of stone do you think you’d be then?”

“Stellar Jade.”

“Pfft-“ That caught Aventurine right on the net for a moment, the man abruptly shifting his head to downcast his gaze on her. 

“I’m sorry what, Stellar Jades?” 

“It fits doesn’t it?”

“I guess it does.”

“Stelle, Stellar — jade, i’m so cool.” She swiveled to face him well pleased with her reply. All the while Aventurine messes her hair up with tousle of affection. “You sure are.”