Aquamarine thought herself a crafty gem. She knew herself a sadistic one. She fancied herself an adventurous one. So when she revisited Earth on her personal time, it was with the express mission of finding a human "companion." Nothing like what those glittery traitors The Crystal Gems had in mind, some human to essentially babysit and cart around. No, she wanted something different. A human to tend to her, cater to her, follow her every command without question.
Aquamarine wanted a slave, pure and simple.
Finding one proved difficult. With the gems now essentially known throughout all of Beach City (and presumably the world), they believed her to be like them; interested in the well-being of humans, stewards instead of conquerors. It made her sick to her stomach to be talked down to and called things like "cute" or "adorable" instead of "fearsome" or "commanding."
She thought it would be easy, just walking up to humans and demanding any she came across to be her slave. Some would laugh, others would refer to her with that humiliating terminology. Others would walk past her as if she wasn't even there.
As she walked down the streets, gritting her teeth, fury and annoyance bit at her. This was turning from a fun little outing into a forming migraine. How hard was it to find a subservient human on this miserable little planet? Everyone seemed to have forgotten their place, not realizing the presence of their better, even as they were staring down at them--literally.
"Wretched, snobby little things." Aquamarine groused as she stomped through the frivolous collection of foliage and dirt known as a 'park.' "They should be throwing themselves at me for the honor of being my plaything! If only I could vaporize the lot." But she couldn't; she'd be in definite trouble with the Diamonds. Or worse, the preachy human called 'Steven' and his long, boring lectures that went nowhere.
Angrily, she hoisted herself onto a park bench, paying no attention to the lone human sitting upon it. She needed rest. And some time to cool her head, before she did something like accidentally 'poof' a human. Apparently they didn't come back when you did that and it was 'frowned upon.'
Grumbling more, she pulled off her shoes, exposing her bare feet to the air. She sighed and let her feet dangle, beads of sweat sliding down her pale blue soles to fall to the ground below.
A few moments passed as she aired out her feet, when she became aware of eyes on her. Specifically, the eyes of the human sharing her bench. She turned to face him with a scowl. "Can I
help
you?" she snapped, despite having no intentions whatsoever of providing any kind of assistance.
"N-No..." he replied, avoiding her gaze. That irked Aquamarine all the more. How dare he not even show her basic respect with eye contact.
"Look at me, human." And to her shock, he listened, looking at her with fear in his eyes. "Do you have some sort of
problem
with me?"
"No, I don't...it's just..."
"'Just'
what
? Are all humans as annoyingly vague as you, or are you a special case?"
"I'm sorry, it's just...your feet."
That certainly wasn't an answer Aquamarine was expecting. She tilted her head and quirked a brow. "My feet? What about them?"
There was a moment of silence between the two; the human seemed to be trying to find the right words. "They're very...distracting. Could you maybe...put your shoes back on?"
Aquamarine scowled and put her hands on her hips. "I'll do no such thing! It's a hot day, I've been walking all over, and I'm tired!" Her scowl deepened as she pointed a finger at the shocked man. "And who are you to tell me what to do,
human
