Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27304481-20160818234332/@comment-27304481-20160820233634

Zinnwaldite continued to follow into the temple, descending towards the sounds of construction. "Bismuth...." He continues to whisper the name of the gem before turning the corner to see them there, chipping away at the ice and enchanting the walls. "Bismuth! Old friend! Hey, umm, awkward, but I kind of broke out of a facility, is it ok if I sort of hide here?"

Obsidian gets to her office, turning off the current security footage, the cameras turning into Zinnwaldites cell, leaving Purple Pearl in digital blindspots. Obsidian then has the cameras try and check for residue of some method of escape. She sighs to herself, "I was really hoping she would have just told me. Who knows how long ago it was, and who knows how he did it, or where he is. There's no way we could afford anyone like Ice or Rubellite, yellow diamond wouldn't part with them. We'd be lucky if we could get an Ixiolite." She grumbles to herself as she painstakingly combed through the boring footage.