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[indent]The gem has a dramatic turnaround, an instantaneous halt in motion before she doubles back from the entrance. She wears a blank, gaping expression. Her lips part and, contrary to offering a direct answer -- [color=#88e9c5]"What... [i]are[/i] you?"[/color]

Tourmaline floated above the sand, her strawberry bob touseled in still air, and who, considering her broad face and eyes like a Keane painting, was far less expressive than she ought to have been; to that extent, she was much like a marionette. Of all that was dainty was, overall, herself, and her other facial features -- her lips; they parted again in a self-involved murmur and her eyes ogled the acquaintance in her mask and her robes, contemplating a mystery. 

In a voice delicate and deliberate, she finally concluded,  [color=#88e9c5]"A Quartz of some design,"[/color] out loud. [color=#88e9c5]"You [i]must[/i] be."[/color]

Tourmaline approaches the gem, still obsessively studying, still absurdly expressionless. [color=#88e9c5][i]"So tall,"[/i][/color] she purrs, nonetheless.  

She blurts out, [color=#88e9c5]"I wish to convene with the [b]Crystal Gems[/b]! If you've of any counsel, [i]please."[/i][/color] The final plea hung, her gaze gone soft and round, on a gossamer string. It appeared she was almost sorry to tear her attention away. 

Beneath the cloak, a shape hung from her right socket, materialized without drawing attention to itself:  a long, tapered prism. It rises at her volition. Circling a "palm," indicated by a deep turquoise, are sharp, disembodied claws that perform a scraggly-finger wave in an act that is silent, and to the acquaintance, unexplained. 

[indent][indent][color=#5bd7cc][ [sub][b]Action [ROLL]:[/b]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/12586]Robonoid-Assisted Technique >> Detect Gem Technology[/url][/sub][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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