Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-25908355-20151207121112/@comment-25908355-20151207125928

Sard takes his rose out.

Sard: All I have left.. Is this rose.

In the poorly-lit tunnel, Topaz, nor Pyrite, notice Kyanite. They both walk to the door and Pyrite takes a look.

Topaz: See? It's been here for thousands, maybe tens of thousands of years!

Pyrite: At that point, most of gemkind thought clothing made of animal skins and stone spears were all the rage.

Topaz: Do you really have to ruin everything?

Pyrite: I am only stating facts.

Topaz sighs, before he puts his hand on the door. His eyes start glowing, and the door begins to open.

Topaz: Go in.

Pyrite: The air in there is probably stale from being closed for thousands of years. I'd rather stay here than enter that disease-ridden room.

Topaz: I am your boss, and I order you to follow.

Pyrite sighs and facepalms, before he shape-shifts an aprom, a surgical mask and some rubber gloves.

Topaz: You germophobe.

Pyrite: You germophile.

They both enter the crypt.