[It had already been a pretty not good day for Lars. Not that that really meant anything, necessarily—every day was pretty much a bad day for Lars, especially in this weird fever dream of a carnival. But getting lost in this stupid funhouse mirror maze hasn't really done much to cool his mood, and for the better part of the last 15 minutes or so has left Lars increasingly spooked. At first, he was just annoyed at being lost—and that was when he noticed the mirrors were also fucked up with some stupid devil magic, and while he knew that was what was going on, it didn't make the taunts coming from his own distorted reflections any less unnerving.
Then he starts hearing glass shatters—he turns kind of clumsily, and backs up into a reflection of himself that didn't turn its back when Lars had (it continues to stare at Lars, rudely tells him to watch where he's going, and then pantomimes with frustration to push him off the glass). Another shattered mirror and Lars jumps with a squeaky little gasp. His reflection rolls its eyes and tells him to get it together, and he mutters a shaky, quiet "you get it together" before he anxiously steps forward. Not necessarily to confront it like some brave hero he isn't, but—stupidity, he'd decide later.
When he tentatively rounds the corner to try to see what the hell is going on, he catches site of Lapis's back. Another gem he doesn't recognize—immediately obvious by the stone between her shoulder blades, and her poreless, blue skin. She seems frantic.]
Wh—
[Then he sees her do it; he throws up his arms with a high pitched yelp, realizing too late he's a little too close. Some of the shards glance and bounce off the side of his hand, arm and temple. He gets a couple of little knicks, and feeling the sting, Lars drops his hand to stare at it in dumbounded disbelief for a moment. It's not a bad cut or anything, though. He's not even bleeding.]
What the—what're you doing?! [he demands incredulously, then feels something. Warm. He pauses, then touches his fingertips to his temple—which come away a little bloody, which makes Lars jump.] Augh! Crap!
REFLECTIONS
Then he starts hearing glass shatters—he turns kind of clumsily, and backs up into a reflection of himself that didn't turn its back when Lars had (it continues to stare at Lars, rudely tells him to watch where he's going, and then pantomimes with frustration to push him off the glass). Another shattered mirror and Lars jumps with a squeaky little gasp. His reflection rolls its eyes and tells him to get it together, and he mutters a shaky, quiet "you get it together" before he anxiously steps forward. Not necessarily to confront it like some brave hero he isn't, but—stupidity, he'd decide later.
When he tentatively rounds the corner to try to see what the hell is going on, he catches site of Lapis's back. Another gem he doesn't recognize—immediately obvious by the stone between her shoulder blades, and her poreless, blue skin. She seems frantic.]
Wh—
[Then he sees her do it; he throws up his arms with a high pitched yelp, realizing too late he's a little too close. Some of the shards glance and bounce off the side of his hand, arm and temple. He gets a couple of little knicks, and feeling the sting, Lars drops his hand to stare at it in dumbounded disbelief for a moment. It's not a bad cut or anything, though. He's not even bleeding.]
What the—what're you doing?! [he demands incredulously, then feels something. Warm. He pauses, then touches his fingertips to his temple—which come away a little bloody, which makes Lars jump.] Augh! Crap!
What's with you gems and—destroyin' shit?!