He probed the new surroundings elevator with his cane, smacking it against the wall here and there to make sure it wasn't just an illusion. Upon confirming that this box was his new reality he sighed heavily, at least the camera was gone, "Four cities, four worlds and I never thought I'd be cornered by another artist." He shook his head as he removed his hood to reveal his boyish face, "Really, I thought I'd be shot or something. Never trapped by another artist." Slipping off the cloak he let it fall to the floor so he could slide his backpack off his back and gently onto the floor, "I can't just -tell- you I'll have to show you for you to really understand."
Hralag kneeled on the ground next to his bag and unzipped it slowly, "Four cities and trapped by another artist." He shook his head again in irritation. He reached into the bag and pulled out three different plant pots full of dirt and sent them next to each other on the ground, "You ever heard of a twisting branch?" He said looking up at the man, "Nasty little vine that disable a colony before it even starts." He moved his hand over the middle pot and a sapling of a twisting branch grew to about seven inches, "See, it grows along buildings of any sort and burrows into them. Process takes months, even years sometimes, but eventually the vine finds the structural defects, the slight cracks, the little holes in the building and grows into them. Than, it simply expands slowly. Strong one this plant, it can cause cement to break apart. Hell, it could've even take this little structure apart given enough time." A crooked smile played across his face as he looked at the twisting branch, "But with me it only takes moments."
As he stood back up and leaned against the wall he looked again at the man and in an instant the other two pots exploded with growth. Snapping jaws of a giant venus trap snapped at the man, the plants grew the new roof of the room and had several snapping jaws that gleamed with the threat of toxins, "Wow, boys, calm down." The jaws snapped impatiently, swerving back and forth like angry cobras, "This - well, I haven't named this yet. But they are my new find. A castaway on a colony ship - when they landed I snuck into the jungles to look for more samples and seeds. I found these beautiful creations. It only took seven to destroy the colony and drive the survivors back to their ship." He felt more comfortable now, more in control and less like a trapped rat, "These are what I am connected to all over the city and a few other specific plants."
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out what appeared to be a small patch of moss, "This is a fungi moss, another plague of colonists. It releases spores that grow onto human flesh and if not removed within four to eight weeks they cause paralysis and slowly feed off the body of the victim. Leaving them fully aware of what is happening to them, the searing pain and all, but leaving them alive like a bastardized symbiosis. Supposedly they can keep a person alive beyond their natural life span, but, I've never let it last that long. However - it does leave nothing behind when it is done."
He shook his head, laughing slightly, "Cornered by another artist. Should've left well enough alone sir. Now, you have two options left to you. One, you answer my questions and return this back to normal and have a nice swift death. Two, you don't and I let this moss here have you and my twisting branch gets me out. What say you, sir?"