[center][h3][color=f7976a][b]Chloe Clinohumite[/b][/color][/h3][i][color=f7976a] Serves the beauty of Homeworld!
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[color=f7976a]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@Raijinslayer][@HaltingBlooper][@DracoLunaris][@pyroman][@rocketrobie2][/center]
	Chloe was a little... disappointed with what the Tugtupite had to say. It was a very nice and formal greeting, yes, but Clino was of a noble and highly-regarded heritage. She expected a little more enthusiasm to be in order for such an occasion as her prestigious birth, especially from one who [i]studies[/i] gems. Nevertheless, it was no matter; the gem was here now, in the charge of Homeworld, prepared to serve it's cause with utmost loyalty. Indeed, it was an extremely exciting moment for the Clinohumite, her body almost shooting up from her knelled position. Swinging her hair gorgeously around her thin frame, Chloe looked around for one of her first official assignments; it is best to show devotion in actions instead of simply words, after all. The gem's piercing orange eyes gandered around the motley crew that had gathered around her. Howlite seemed busy in her own electronic endeavors, Indoclite simply fascinated, and Tugtupite almost endlessly occupied with the latter. Perhaps Chloe would go around the Kindergarten in search of any other stray gems. Her legs had transported her here so quickly, what would be a little more jogging? Plus, it would give her an excuse to flex both her athletic abilities and pride in front of the [i]beautiful~[/i] higher-up.

[center]Yet, before the stretching Clinohumite could start her venture, a familiar voice engulfed her attention.
[color=fff200][i]"... but I have a rather urgent question. Who is that voice behind us?"[/i][/color]

then another,
[color=f6989d][i]"As for that voice is that of a traitorous gem whom of which has spat on all gem tradition and her own kind to preserve some lesser beings who would destroy us if given the chance. A gem that would use her medicore intellect to try to warp your minds and convert you into a drone who's only master is that of chaos and mayhem. That 'gem' is Sodalite."[/i][/color][/center]

	Clinohumites hands clenched into rageful fists at the mention of the disgusting [i]"Rebellion"[/i]. Her whole kind's only and sole purpose was to snuff out those who would defy divine diamond rule, and here they were, still battling for control of this meager planet. Chloe was somewhat relieved at this prospect, though; it would mean her abilities would be of maximum use. But... did this mean her kind's ancient work ultimately failed? The Clinohumite almost gagged at this notion; how could she ever doubt her great diamond's flawless design like that!? Her and her kind's ability to fight were beyond perfect. If only she could prove this theory now against the Sodalite, but her orders were clear; stay back and stay quiet. Anticipation to fight almost boiled out of Clino, regardless, her foot tapping anxiously in the silence. Through this frustration, Chloe could not help but peer around the rocky corner to see the faces of these grievous traitors.

	There, the Clinohumite saw the faces of her dire enemies for the first time. They were all a tumbled gang of enthusiastic, worried, and curious faces with bodies that no longer walked with the authority of Homeworld. Ah, what a sickly lot they were; their shame-less games bringing them to prance around on one of the most hollowed of Homeworld creations! Chloe could not bear to stare directly at the Rebel crew before her, but instead focused on the glowing of something... green. The glow was helplessly stuck in a crevice, a poor and small body that resembled a unknowing Newborn. A Newborn! A defense-less Newborn that was now behind the merciless battle-lines of the enemy, oh how cruel was fate! The warrior gem had to act quickly and silently; she would love anything to get into a fight with one of those filthy Rebels, but Tugtupite's word was law. Chloe, quick to action, shoved the poor Howlite's goggles downwards in order to shadow her operations. Drilling through the soft silt of the Kindergarten's ground, Chloe tunneled right under the unsuspecting feet of the terrible traitors and into the crevice that the poor Seraphinite was located. The orange gem picked the green being up quickly, tracing her perfectly cut tunnels back to where Tugtupite and the rest of the now-Homeworld gems stood. There was no time to ask if she was ok. The spontaneous rescue mission took only ten seconds for the [i]beautifully~[/i] quick Clinohumite to enact. A mission of complete success, for sure. Kneeling down once again in front of her superior, Chloe placed the dazed Seraphinite down and spoke in whispers, [color=f7976a][i]"I present this newborn Seraphinite gem to you, honorable Tugtupite, to thank you for my induction into Homeworld services."[/i][/color] The Clinohumite gem only ever looked up to adjust her hair and wink at the [i]beautiful~[/i] gem authority above her.