White Spinel watched the action from the pile of rubble she had situated herself in.  Since she had awoken, a large, loud being had gotten her attention by yelling about things she couldn't believes anyone would ever care about.  A loud rumbling sound had revealed itself as another being, yet another being had made themselves known by colliding with the big one, and still another appeared as if they were getting ready to start a fight. 

This wouldn't do.  These individuals had ruined the silence that Spinel had been sincerely enjoying, and their bright, distinct colors were ruining the dull, dead landscape.  [i][color=snow]What should I do?[/color][/i] Spinel wondered to herself.   [i][color=snow]Shoot them?[/color][/i] Could she do that?  For some reason, she was sure that she could.  She decided against that course of action.  Firing at them would probably cause even more noise, and something about the idea of harming other living beings made her feel... bad.  She had no precise word for the feeling, but it was certainly bad.  Should she simply approach them and ask them to stop?  No, that could lead to her being asked tedious questions.  Try to frighten them?  A smirk drew across Spinel's face.  [i][color=snow]Frighten them.[/color][/i]


The little ghost gem instinctively turned invisible and she began running towards the strangers, but she reduced her speed to a slow walk as she started to get close.  A mouse's footsteps would hardly have been quieter.  She snuck up on the gems until she was close enough that she was sure her voice would startle them.  [color=snow]"Leave this place at once!"[/color] she attempted to shout, but it came out as more of a squeak.