Emerald heard the sudden, screeching noise echo throughout the van, reverberating in his ears, eventually joined by the singing of Johnny, which wasn't bad, necessarily, but the noise! It hurt his ears, and he didn't like it. Large cracks formed throughout the rock on his arms and hands, and chunks began falling off as his arms slowly became mobile. [color=00a651]"Urgh....what is that noise?! I miss the quiet!"[/color] He broke the mold of stone on his arms and plugged his ears. He might've liked it, had it not been for the incredible change from quiet to a new, loud, [i]strange[/i] noise. He began searching around for something to do, and found a whole lot of nothing. He would love to dismantle some of the contraptions he found, and maybe make something else, but this was someone's [i]stuff.[/i] He may not have known what anything of this weird being's stuff is, but he knew the meaning of property.