[h1]Reggie[/h1]

Reggie waited outside of the door, wondering what Eve and the other blue gem were talking about. As he waited, a nervous tapping began to over take the movements of his feet, beating out a fast rhythm against the floor as the idleness of the moment turned thoughts towards his actions in town. The guilt was plaguing his conscious something greatly, and the fact that if Eve ever found out it'd be a moment of great shame for him also was lingering at the fringes of his mind, never present enough to appear on his face, but just enough so that any kind of stillness immediately brought them to the forefront of his mind. As gems moved in and out, he was kind of lost in his own little world, not really paying attention to much until he felt as if someone was talking to him. 

Looking up, he saw another gem, one that he'd never seen before, bowing to the group. After going through the half-conversations that he could remember vaguely hearing, he decided to walk away from the door, letting the two have their privacy and reunion, to introduce himself to the newer gem. Seeing her graceful mannerisms brought forth an urge in him to respond in kind, if only to further distance and delude himself from the reality of what he had just done. Reaching down to take the gem's hand, he gave it a gentlemanly kiss, barely brushing his lips against it, as he offered his own regal bow. Clad in his jade armor, his raven-haired locks cascading down to his shoulders to frame his distinguished and clean shaven face, he looked like the picture perfect representation of a gallant knight addressing a noble lady. As he rose from his bow, his deep green eyes seemed to shine with a regal countenance that was pleasantly at odds with his roguish smile.

"A pleasure to meet you too. My name is Reginald Alexander Dorvain, but you can just call me Reggie, it's what everyone else does. Speaking of names, what's your's, if you don't mind me asking?" And with that, the illusion would hopefully be broken, as he switched back to his more laid back personality. Along with the impulsive urge to respond to elegance with elegance, beaten into him as a child by his mother and instructors, he also was curious to see if gems could succumb to such flattery. Spending time with gems, he found it difficult to find much difference between them and humans besides the obvious ones, and had been hoping to conduct a few social experiments to test them out. However, such experiments didn't seem likely to work on Kirk and Joan, and Eve was currently going through some stuff and he'd rather not mess with her had while she was grieving. But now that he was around other gems, he could try and test tyheir reactions to see if their was anything common amongst them, the newborns making for a better testing group anyway since they didn't have the uncountable years of experience to change the results. Of course, he didn't expect any correlations in the first place, to be honest, but his curiosity wouldn't allow him to not to at least allow him to try it out.

[h1][color=Gold]Mars[/color][/h1]

Mars followed behind Candice in silence, keeping his eyes down towards the ground as he did so. Every time he looked up, the people around would seem to be watching him, their forms slowly fading away to show the wispy outlines of dead gems smiling an unnerving smile towards the tall gem, cold, dead eyes never leaving his form as the faint whispers dragged their way across his mind like a sharp clawed drawn lightly against stone, not enough force to leave a mark, but just enough to let it's presence be known. Every time he felt that he might lose himself to the voices and visions, he reached up to his eyepatch, the feeling of the fabric against him bringing a sense of peace, however temporary, to the tortured gem for reasons he did not know. 

When Candice suggested to him that they listen to music once they get to the RV, Mars gave a confused nod, not quite sure what music was, nor this violin thing she spoke of. But he could tell that Candice seemed to be out off by his current behavior, and was trying to help. Whether or not she could, he didn't know, but he was just glad to have anyone with him right now. As it was, he felt as if his being was being corroded away, slowly but surely. When they arrived at the RV, Mars would take a seat inside and await the performance.

[@Guardian Angel Haruki]