Accidental Video

[rainbowpalette]

[The video feed clicks on, showing the interior of a small, cozy-looking cottage. A young woman with gray skin and black hair is trotting back and forth in the space, a smile on her lips as she gathers a variety of things and puts them on a coffeetable... a spool of thread, a needle, a basket full of feathers

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[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd's not paying attention to his Dreamberry right now - but he is on the way over to Kanaya's house. Hive.

...

House. He's going to keep looking for bees if he calls it a hive like she does. Within a few minutes, the teen is knocking at her door. Kanaya, you have a visitor~]

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[rainbowpalette]

[Kanaya hears the knocking and jumps up off the couch. She hurries to the door and opens it, smiling widely at the young man standing on her porch.]

Lloyd! Please come in!

[She thinks about hugging him, but then refrains. The last person she hugged got the wrong idea, so she'll be a little more careful about that in the future.]

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[redcladidealist]

[Probably just as well. That would have added an interesting level of awkward to this meeting.]

Kanaya!

[Lloyd grins and steps inside. He's wearing a white shirt and brown pants today, held up with a pair of suspenders. Those suspenders are the one part of the "fashions" that he likes. They remind him of the clothes his dad made for him.]

I brought my hat! [It's in his hands.] You have the feathers?

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[rainbowpalette]

I certainly do.

[She gestures to the couch.]

Please, have a seat. I think it'd be best if we experimented a little with the feathers, saw what looked best, before sewing any of them on.

[gesangvoll]

[PINGED BY MOZART]

A fan of Mozart, are you?

[rainbowpalette]

[Hello, who's this? And dammit, she was humming something by Mozart, wasn't she? How embarrassing.]

I suppose so, yes.

The original, though, not the clone.

[It's important to specify that.]

[gesangvoll]

[so she had met Clonezart. Well. Clonezart wasn't all bad in Austria's opinion when he wasn't rewriting Mozart's operas, but he won't say that.]

Understandable. The Clone can be... difficult at times. [NOT THAT MOZART WASN'T, he just got a free pass because he's Mozart.]

[rainbowpalette]

He certainly can.

[Okay, enough grousing about Mozart. Kanaya eyes the man on her Dreamberry.]

And who are you, if I might ask? Are you another composer?

[Video]

[rainbowpalette]

I'm helping one of my friends personalize his hat! He wants it to look more like his personal style, so we're going to sew some feathers on it.

[Video]

[rainbowpalette]

[Kanaya is excited enough about this that she's not letting you get her down.]

I offered to help you personalize your clothes, you know, and you refused. At least Lloyd is being pro-active about the situation.

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[candidate_no_12]

[Only four days after their encounter in the forest, Wrath, through process of elimination, has found out where Kanaya lives and furtively approaches her cottage, careful not to be seen by anyone. He very quietly, secretively raises his head in front of her window, his eyes peering through the pane to see if she is home.]

[Action] Wrath, you creeper!

[rainbowpalette]

[Kanaya is too busy getting ready for her guest to notice the face in her window. She continues to bustle back and forth, unaware that she is being watched.]

Re: [Action] No bad intentions, though! ^^;

[candidate_no_12]

[Wanting to make himself evident to Kanaya, he lightly raps on the window pane with a fist.]

[Action] Explain that to a freaked-out 13 year old...

[rainbowpalette]

[Kanaya turns her head in the direction of the tapping sound. When she sees the face in the window, she jumps about a mile in the air, and when she lands, she's trembling with a combination of fear, nerves, and who knows what else.]

Mr. Bradley...

[She walks hesitantly over to the window and cracks it open.]

What are you doing here?

[Spoken quietly, almost hissing.]

I WAS ON HIATUS. This is backdated, if you don't mind... Otherwise just delete it or something.

[clonezart]

Ahh, one of my compositions?

I'm always up for trading insults with Mozart

[rainbowpalette]

[Oh, it's this douchebag.]

I'm quite sure that one was by the original, actually.

AWWRIGHT

[clonezart]

[Excuse me, that's Mr. Douchebag to you.]

I am him. He is me. What difference does it make?

[rainbowpalette]

[She's got your number, Mr. Giant Douchebag.]

For someone who is so eager to mention that he is a clone, you are also awfully happy to claim the works of your original as your own.