That thing had a dice for a head.
Kanaya squinted a bit, her eyes having a bit of a hard time focusing on the being before her. It sort of looked like some kind of girl but with a lot less curvature than usual. Nice dress though, very tasteful. Whoever designed it was probably very pretty.
Those colors though… something familiar.
Suddenly, Kanaya snapped her fingers.
“Tin Can
You Are Associated With That Wretch”
Then he just sort of started to just
Without any sort of punches being pulled. What the hell, who was this guy? Kanaya listened, intently, trying to piece together what he was saying. Unfortunately it was just most of the sort of things that Box Lunch and The 8aye kept saying about her over and over. Nothing new, just with a bit of a harsher coat of paint.
It almost sounded personal.
“I Do Not Suppose I Can Have That Shovel Back” she mused, taking a slightly defensive stance as she held up her fists. Unfortunately she did not have any weapons on her. Kanaya had not had a chance to grab them since…
why didn’t she have weapons? Any weapons, actually? She had them before but now just. Nothing? Why? Where was her lipstick?
Frowning, Kanaya’s pupils darted back and forth, scanning the ground. Maybe the shovel? No that was stupid. Maybe.
“Wait Hold On” Kanaya waved her hands in front of her face, trying to appear as prone as possible. The figure towered over her already, as she was but 5′3. It wasn’t exactly hard for others to tower over her unless they were a flower girl at a wedding or something.
She glanced over her shoulder, looking to the massive auditorium she had managed to piece together over the past few months.
“Oh You Like That
Yes I Just Wanted To Have Fun With Everyone
Throw A Big Party”
She drifted off. This was starting to have some strange sort of tinge to it.
“I Am Sorry If I Am Somehow Connected To Something Dire But
You Seem Like You Know Things
And
I Need To Know Things As Well
I Keep Having Nightmares
And Nobody Will Help Me Work Through Them
Except
Well
That Is Not The Point
But You Can Tell Me I Bet
I Keep Having Dreams Where I Am Trapped
There Is A Stage With Candles
Melted Wax
And A Pole In The Center
I Thought It Was A Spire But I Think It Might Just Be A Pole
Like A Fire Escape
And Then”
Kanaya’s voice started to waver. Something about all of this seemed wrong. She shouldn’t be asking this thing about her dreams. She was going to talk to Rose about that.
Why… why had she stopped calling her Roseoh?
“And
And Then
I See A Speaker Box
And My Voice Is Coming Out Over It
Telling Me To Run Or
Or Something
And Then I Keep Going
And There Are Stairs
But There Are No Warnings
I Feel Like I Could Have Been Warned
But That Part That
That Joke Never Comes
Please I Just”
Kanaya rubs her eyes, shaking her head.
Now her voice was confident.
“Tell Me What My Dreams Mean”
Why was she rambling like that? Hops observed his broach once more as the one masquerading as this timeline’s Kanaya started talking about dreams and demanding answers that plagued her. It was with such a fervent passion that it was a little bit hard to take seriously. It came from absolutely nowhere. It made no sense. Maybe, though, that was the point. Actually, yes, it was probably exactly the point. To rattle the cage of some unsuspecting aggressor to give her the leg up for but a moment.
1:3 odds on that probability.
Once she was finished, Hops snapped his fingers, appearing right in front of the small troll. Immediately his hand shot forward, thumb pressing to her forehead.
“I do apologize for parroting the one you seem to despise for no reason tonight, but...
He made certain to keep the cadence of his voice similar to that of the small pixie-like troll he had theoretically met long ago, before sending a surge of spacial energy coursing through the troll in front of him. Electricity crackled and hissed around him before plummeting through the body of his target, taking care to target each one of her atoms to the best of his ability.
If she were a normal troll it would probably be significant to say that parts of her body started to ooze and fall from her in thick globs of grey matter. Of course, as many had likely figured by now, this Kanaya was no troll at all, but instead a clay sculpture masquerading as one.
Most forms of damage would do nothing.
It would fit well in that courtyard of hers.
Once enough contact was made with her to harden her body, Doc removed his thumb from the connective point. He waited a moment to see what what she did and...
Nothing. She was frozen in a defiant pose only to be offset by the brief shock on her face from his initial teleportation. As if to further prove his point, he tipped her over with his finger, toppling her over into the ditch that she had made. Oh, how convenient. It was Kanaya size, and specifically it was the size she had appeared as before him. What were the chances? The incredible narrative convenience? It all lined up so perfectly, wow.
Doc sighed, shaking his head. Briefly, he touched a finger to his lower right corner, tapping it a few times before turning around back towards Kanaya.
“If anyone is truly concerned about you they have your coordinates. You posted them publicly so very long ago. And if anyone truly wishes to solve this issue, they are more than capable of doing so without my intervention.” Then, he looked up to the sky. “Let us see though. Maybe I can still make this stick? Who might have the capability of escaping your sight?” Briefly, he started to nod, before slowing down into a bit of a halt.
“Nn, no. No, that won’t work either way, will it? I haven’t done any of the prep work.”
Cursing to himself, Doc snapped his fingers, and with that, he was gone.
All that was left, of course, was a statue.
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