Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31505954-20170718204835/@comment-30385427-20170721203844

After six minutes of searching the inside, Chrys led a muffled scream from under Steven's bed, and bursted out, walking outside without noticing Flower.

"Flower's missing!", Chrys said in fear, her face turning to a scowl. "Homeworld must have her! If they hurt my Flower...I'll make them pay! I'LL SCRATCH THEIR FACES OFF, CUT EVERY LIMB ON THEIR BODY, LAUGH AS THEY POOF EACH TIME, TORTURE THEM UNTIL THEY BURST INTO TEARS, SLOWLY CUT THEIR GEMS SO THEY CAN SUFFER BEFORE DEATH, AND WHEN THEY FINALLY DIE, I'LL DESTROY EVERY PIECE OF EVIDENCE OF THEIR EXISTENCE UNTIL THERE ISN'T A SPECK OF DUST LEFT! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THAT RED TOURMALINE AND HER STUPID POOR-EXCUSE-OF-A-SNOWMAN, IF THEY HAVE MY FLOWER, I'LL MAKE THEIR LIVES A LIVING HE- oh, hey Flower!"

She waved to Flower, as if nothing happened.