Previously: Metalord tried to capture Twain after Digger was sent on another trip through time, where he met a man in black leather. And now…
â€œHoly crap!â€ Digger exclaimed. â€œCaveat?â€
This was too much crazy, too fast. Just a minute ago, heâ€™d been waiting outside a mansion in Mongolia for Twain to show his face again, and now here he was, more than 15 years and half a world away, at a flea market in Berkeley with at least three more versions of himself inside, talking to a younger Caveat Maldictor in an early version of his familiar costume. And his wig was really itchy.
â€œAre you a man?â€ Caveat eyed Digger up and down, the tight Chinese dress and the heavy make-up, with obvious distaste. â€œI know this is Berkeley, but I still didnâ€™t think Iâ€™d see one right out on the street.â€
â€œGet over it,â€ Digger said. â€œCome to think of it, I need your help.â€
â€œDo you know me?â€ Caveatâ€™s eyes were confused behind his black mask. â€œBecause I think youâ€™re mixed up. My name isnâ€™t whatever you said a second ago. Itâ€™s Dark Justice.â€
â€œOf course it is,â€ Digger said. â€œBut thatâ€™s kind of dull, donâ€™t you think? And a little too cute. â€˜Darkâ€™ is awfully close to â€˜Derek.â€™â€
Caveat–Digger could never think of him as Dark Justice–turned grim. He grabbed the front of Diggerâ€™s dress. â€œWhere did you learn that name?â€
â€œFrom you,â€ Digger said. â€œIn the future, when you stopped calling yourself Mister Boring and called yourself Caveat Maledictor.â€
â€œEvildoer beware,â€ Caveat said, letting Digger go. â€œI like that. But I canâ€™t use it.â€
â€œWhy not?â€ Digger asked.
[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]Everything you do alters the future…[/blockquote]â€œBecause if you learned it from me, but I just now heard it from you, then who actually came up with the name?â€ Caveat asked. â€œWonâ€™t it cause some sort of cosmic imbalance if I give myself a name that nobody actually thought up?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know, dude. Iâ€™m not a philosopher,â€ Digger said. â€œBesides, you could just as easily call it a cosmic inevitability. The universe wants you to use that name, which is why it sent me back here to give it to you.â€
â€œBut if I change my name because of information about the future some time traveler, wouldnâ€™t I be changing the timeline? Irrevocably altering the future?â€
â€œEverything you do alters the future,â€ Digger said. â€œAnd frankly, a future with some generic douche named Dark Justice is not the one I want to go back to.â€
â€œYou have a point,â€ Caveat said thoughtfully. â€œYou said you needed my help. Whatâ€™s that about?â€
â€œThereâ€™s something I need you to keep safe,â€ Digger said. â€œCome with me.â€
They went inside and threaded between booths. Suddenly, a running man came around a corner and nearly collided with Digger. Digger recognized himself, newly come from that motel room where Twain had escaped. â€œGo,â€ he whispered to himself.
â€œWhat?â€ the other Digger asked.
Digger grabbed the lanyardÂ and whipped the crystal up toward his doppelgangerâ€™s face. â€œHeâ€™s getting away.â€
The other Digger disappeared as the crystal touched his cheek.
â€œWhat the hell is going on?â€ asked Caveat from behind him.
This is turning into kind of a mess. Hope it doesn’t get any more complicated. Be here for the next exciting episode to find out!
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