Blue Spinel

He tried his best to plaster a fake smile on his face, the anger ever so slowly rising inside him. He could only take so much in one day, and he had an odd feeling that if the other gem tried anything else a scene would be unavoidable.

"Ok. All right. Just lead me back to the ship and I can get started on whatever stupid thing you need me to do." His anger was slowly getting harder and harder to mask, and he wanted nothing more then to go back and throw a tantrum in peace at the ship.

His screeches were cut off instantly by the rude shove into the lake. While the liquid filling his then open mouth and surrounding him was far from doing harm, the unpleasant feeling that came with it caused him to flail violently, moving towards the surface. A brief moment of thought went through his mind, curious as to what Beryl would think of a wet gem flailing towards shore,angrily spitting water. The idea would be funny in any other circumstance, if it wasn't him doing the flailing.

With a grunt, he drug himself back up on shore, dripping water and debating about screeching once again. With a slight tilt of his head and a gritting of his teeth, he turned to face Beryl.

Any thoughts he had however, were interrupted at the large, angry looking hand hurtling in his direction. He had really fucked up with his master plan, an idea he failed to really comprehend. Maybe she was just in a bad mood. Either way, a small strand of choice words was all he had time to let out before the hand was in front of him.

He tried to the best of his ability to do /something / with his gem and not be a useless target. The last thing he wanted was Beryl having the satisfaction of subduing him in one movement, but it seemed that I'd what she would be doing. With the time it took to collect his thoughts and let out the choice words, the hand had already slammed in to him, pushing him along at a high speed to what he could only assume was the lake.

With what he could, he yelled back to his current captor. "Beryl! Let me go! I told you I would walk just don't use this stupid hand!"

He suddenly remember the promise he had made. With a sudden cut off in his sentence, he paused for a moment and began screeching as loud as the current situation would allow it.

He retreated a few of the confident steps he had taken earlier, thinking of any way of squeezing out of this. "I mean, I am part of the crew so I had 25% of the crews best wishes in my actions I guess." He paused. Yeah, that was perfect. She couldn't argue with that.

"I'll uh. I'll go back to the ship now. Just don't do that thing with your gem. Put that thing down and we can all move along as one happy crew." The whole situation was stupid. He was now being forced to talk his way out of potential self image harm by a pink dictator.

"I guess I can uh, even go jump I'm that lake if that will calm you down or whatever. Just don't do that thing with the gem or I'll screech all the way home"

Yep. That was perfect. There was no way she would touch him with her gem I'd she had to listen to that much screaming.

"But. But that's what I was uh, doing Beryl! What if this forest has some way for us to to get back to the mission! I only had the crews best interest when I left."

He took a few steps forward, closing the gap between the two considerably. It was a lie through his teeth, but he hoped that she had no clue and would take the story as truth.

"If you make me leave the forest, all that um.." He paused for a moment, unable to come up with any word for what he exactly had been doing. He was sure the basses of his glorious twig city was visible behind him, causing him to awkwardly step to to the side in an attempt to hide it from her view.

"All that research will got to waste. Besides, can't Chrome just take my place listening to the Mem-s while I'm out here doing uh.. Stuff?"

It was a literal final grasp for any thread of hope he had left. He had a strong feeling that an uncomfortable, guided walk to the ship and lake would follow him soon enough.

He glanced town at himself at the mention of dirt, stretching his arms out to either side and stepping a bit closer towards the other gem. With a slight spin as an attempt to check his back side, he glanced back up.

"I don't see what the big problem is. The toga is fine and I've seen dirtier days. I'm just covered in the joys of adventure." Beryl was honestly starting to confuse him. How could she wander through the woods after him to use as a meme blocker and then tell him to go jump in a lake?

"I don't really see why I need to go to the lake. I don't see why you need me to go listen to those Mem things either. I'm perfectly fine out here, it'll all be good. thanks for checking in on me"

That's it. Maybe if he could just persuade Beryl that they would all be fine with out him he could get out of it returning.

It took Spinel a moment to put in to words why exactly he had screeched. It just seemed to be the smartest thing to do in the moment. He didn't understand /why/ Beryl would get so angry over him trying to survive.

"I'm not screeching! I thought you were some earth monster and I tried to scare you off!" He paused, biting the inside of his cheek. He realized to late it probably was not the brightest idea to compare the angry, weapon drawn gem to an earth monster.

"And your not taking me back to the ship! I refuse to be around those mem-s no matter what you say!" He stopped, having backed in to a tree. This was going splendidly. He could feel the next burst of her weapon hitting him square in the gem, the idea making his right hand form in to a fist to protect it.

Excitement was the only emotion the gem felt when he finally laid his own eyes on the forest of the planet. Looking at it from a screen was enjoyable, but finally exploring it for himself would be a dream come true.

Or perhaps the dream was the chance to finally make a run from the crew. That angry pink one had been bothering him for quite some time, and that one with the photos and the words… If he had to look at one more he didn’t know what he would do.

Without so much as a word to the crew, he walked in a straight line from the ship in to the forest. Maybe he could start his own civilization, or impress the home world with his very own findings.

He wandered in his own thoughts for several days, eager to impress all in the home world. Yes, the forest was filled with fearsome beasts, such as those feathery meat sacks capable of flight, or those ones with the scales that hissed and lacked legs, but the gem stood firm in his belief that those monsters would only make his victory all the more glorious.

Had he actually been followed? Or had the rest of the crew decided to make there own glorious civilization and simply stumbled upon his. He tilted his head to the side for a moment, debating if there was any way he could get out of either being forced to rip down his city, or drug back to the ship. This was /not/ good.

With his screeches being all but cut off at the attack, he took the moment to step somewhat hesitantly towards where the burst had come from. He would have to pick the lesser of two evils in this situation, and simply comply with the crews demands and hope to keep his new home.

"Hello! Heya! What was that for!"