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The stature of the base was uneasy as she was, this constant, hanging stagger. Gears clicked in Tourmaline's head; she was in analysis mode, when her thoughts were buzzing, spliced between logic and empathy. In other words, when she was unsure whether to panic. There already stood an incongruity between nobility and knowledge with the new gem, countering what she'd believed about these exclusive Ambers — not knowing the project 'MWC' implied an innocuousness to it all. Quite 'civilian.' So Tourmaline was likely sardonic when she said, [color=#88e9c5]"What, are [i]you[/i] with the Authority?"[/color]

A number of questions were rising like bile. Like, [color=#88e9c5]"How did you get in here? How was your Pearl poofed?"[/color] But the reminder of the Diamonds was especially nauseating and Tourmaline was sounding less inquisitive, more interrogative, by the minute. 

[i]The Diamonds, the Diamonds— their mark is all over this cage. What a shell, what a[/i] work sink,[i] on a projected path to nothingness. It would rot in these deserts if not for the Diamonds. There would not[/i] be [i]a so-called 'Project Shrapnel' if not... for...[/i]

She recognized there was another one, the foot soldier Ruby, hobbling back in the podium's direction. 

[color=#88e9c5]"Now— wait, momentarily. Don't do anything impulsive!"[/color] 

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> admn.CET is putting some pieces together... one at a time...
> admn.CET questions [color=f7941d]usr.MBR[/color] and shows a little anxiety in regards [b]usr.RBY[/b][/sup][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/hider][/right][/indent][/indent]