[color=Green][h1][center]Reginald A. Dorvain[/center][/h1][/color]

As the little gem watch the world below from her place high above, she'd notice a figure approaching in the darkness. It was difficult to see in the low light, but he seemed to bear a similar appearance to her own, if a bit differing in appearance and coloration. The figure rolled in one a strange device that seemed to propel them across the ground without needing to come into contact with the ground, though it moved in quick jets and jerks, the figure onboard barely maintaining his balance. Coming to a halt somewhere in the middle of the large space the figure found themselves in, they seemed to begin setting up for something, pulling even more devices and such. Before long, however, the room would be filled with light as the figure flipped on some portable floodlights, showering the area in front of them with their intense rays.

As the darkness was vanquished, one would see that where the lights where shiny was a strange-looking material, smooth and clearly different from the craggy rock that made up the rest of the room. Taking out a strange glove-like object from the bag, the figure began to fiddle with the door, though what that could be was hard to tell from way up above.

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As the Clino and Howlite talked to each other, their conversation would be interrupted by a pulse of blinding green light flaring into existence from a nearby wall. The earth that encompassed the wall cracked and melted as the intense heat of the creation process worked to release the treasure it held inside. Within moments, the light would die down, and from the rock would appear a short, green gem with long, wavy hair and feathery markings running up and down her arms and legs. Taking a step forward, the gem waved their hands in the air, lost in the darkness as they tried to figure out what was going on, where they were, and even who they were.

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