O1 👶 video;

[pillz]

cw implied harm to (fantastical) animal, implied drug use, probably offensive language within ??

[the picture shakes, obviously handheld. when the picture focuses, there's a dragon rampaging down the street, wings flapping, eyes blazing orange, its body built of churning smoke and fire. it has teeth, in terrifying, serrated rows, but that seems somehow less important than the impossible cycling of gas and combustion that form its flesh. the whole situation is very cloverfield. in the background, the sound of human screams rises tinny, shallow.

lower definition than the communicator video.

but there's a reason for that. a discerning eye might notice immediately: the street the monster is running down is empty of people, and there's something wrong with the buildings. not enough detail in the brick, the windows, the pavement, and beyond it, the sky a fuzzy, paint-white blank. when the camera pulls out, reality becomes clear. the city is merely a cardboard model, stylized in a way that will be familiar to some, but this time a rendering of de chima's downtown area rather than sleepy henrietta. the monster, no matter how miraculous, could fit in the size of an ordinary man's palm.

or inside of a drinking glass, as it turns out. the next moment, one such cup plunks down over the creature, trapping it like a spider in the glass. the tiny dragon immediately begins to screech in rage-- or pain; it's hard to tell, but you only need a little imagination and familiarity with fire to consider the consequences.

and then kavinsky squares the camera lens on his face. skinny white boy— young, hollow-eyed and pale, his black hair clotted with too much gel. one earring, wifebeater, probably (definitely) trying too hard, probably (undoubtedly) overly impressed by himself. there is something oddly jittery about his hands, shoulders, the swollen bloat of his dilated pupils. he sprawled inside of a bedroom, generic, unlived-in. past his shoulder, there's a television playing stadium footage of a european football game, hence the poorly dubbed soundtrack. the dragon's outrage grows fainter.

he smiles.]

Made you look.

[he winks, and cuts the feed.]

Comments

Video

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Completely unimpressed. Which is saying something, because any other time, he'd be all over that elemental or pokemon or whatever you've got, but he also doesn't believe in torturing innocent creatures for your own amusement and ugh.

And don't think a biologist doesn't notice your pupils. What the hell are you on.]

Oh, you're the kind of kid who terrorized his toys, huh. I don't know if you ever watched Toy Story, but that comes back to bit you in the ass, 'Sid.' So play nice.

text;

[pillz]

[kavinsky is actually on something incredibly mundane. the biologist wouldn't find it interesting, probably less impressive even than

you know!]

is it a good movie
does sid sit on a unicorn
was he a virgin b4 he sat on the unicorn

text

[driftsintobuffetline]

[There is a reason they card you for cough syrup these days.

Oh, a fan of text. Ok, well, he lives with one of those.]

it's a good movie
first feature-length computer-animated film
sid does not sit on a unicorn

but I think fantasia would probably be more up your alley
v trippy, does have unicorns--and pegasuses and centuars
v popular with fans of psychedelics

what are you tripping on?

voice.

[caerulea]

[ She doesn't like the video option. She rarely touches it. So she tries for voice. ]

Kavinsky?

text;

[pillz]

[perhaps fortunately for blue, kavinsky is usually disinclined to video himself. or voice, for that matter. text allows a special degree of anonymity that his drug dealer proclivities used to benefit from. with his video, he'd only been making a point.

for the follow-up—]

do i know u

[instars]

I think that depends on which part we're looking at.

[aberth]

you don't want to interact with this asshole, saya. he's a mess.

[pillz]

which part r we lookin at

text

[rathercommon]

Is that a living thing, then? Or an illusion? That dragon?

text

[aberth]

[ Adam usually leaves Gansey to do this but he's not about to let people he cares about get caught up in this clusterfuck. ]

you want to stay away from him, kitty. he's not a good guy.

text; cw classism

[pillz]

u still want an answer
or u good on pork rinds an kraft dinners here :)

1/2

[pushtheboundaries]

[ASFGGASF NOT AGAIN HE'S ALREADY BEEN INVOLVED WITH ONE DRAGON RAMPAGE]

2/2 text

[pushtheboundaries]

[.....................................................

oh thank god]

Clever.

['u prick']

( audio. )

[aberth]

[ Things were actually pretty decent for once. So of fucking course this happens. Adam immediately wants to dump the rest of the raven gang in the car and skip town until someone puts Kavinsky out of his misery. He's literally only just got Ronan and Gansey back, and only just managed to man up enough to kiss Ronan. Now this?

Karma has some explaining to do. ]

I see dying hasn't improved your social skills.

text; tw racism/racialized violence (ps pls look @ your plurk i had a question)

[pillz]

[text is the drug dealer's haven. but maybe it's just as well, that adam parrish doesn't wind up with the bulgarian's voice dripping down his ear like rancid cook oil.]

if that worked wed have a lot nicer black people in tehc ontemporary us of a dont u think

video;

[brushoff]

[ Dorian was just gonna make some smartass comment about how he knows drug use, those pupils are kind of obvious....when he notices that Adam seems to REALLY NOT LIKE KAVINSKY hello there new person, Dorian really does not like Adam, let's find out what your deal is. ]

It's rare that someone arrives here and they already have to deal with someone trying to besmirch their name. Let me guess: Aglionby?

[ skinny white boy meet skinny white boy, though Dorian's got a British accent and is just wearing some GQ level clothes, homeboy likes looking good. ]

text;

[pillz]

[despite the uncharacteristic foray into video just now, kavinsky usually is a creature of text message communiques. and parking lot handoffs, for that matter. in other words he's a drug dealer. text is where it's at.

but he studies the little face in the screen. dorian's a little older than the aglionby stock, but he looks like he might otherwise have fit in. or maybe that's just 'besmirch.' what the fuck who drops 'besmirch.' besides 3-dick gansey, maybe.]

yes
uve met ganseys ass train?

audio

[quaerit]

[ There's an awful, awful moment where Gansey watches this, and he thinks that's his model. That dragon. That face, that voice, Joseph Kavinsky, somehow alive again and in his house. In his room.

But no. No, that's not his model, and that's not his room. That's generic government housing, but that's still Joseph Kavinsky. Gansey's first feeling of horror is overwritten, slowly, with the not-actually-less sickening realization that it's not that Kavinsky is in his house. It's just that this shithead knows him.

Before his eyes, it gets worse and worse. Blue. Adam. Kitty and Saya, and then Dorian. Enough.

Christ, he hates this boy. So, despite that miniature little crisis, his answer is short and sharp. ]

What do you want, Kavinsky?

[ That damned model. He knows when he's being called out. ]

[pillz]

[worse and worse.

worse and worse and worse. the way things are when joseph kavinsky is around. he's no greenmantle, but what he lacks in singular ingenuity, staying power, maturity, resources, and genuine ruthlessness, he makes up for by being as routinely unpleasant as possible.

and facetious!]

to get u and ur little dog 2
hows it goin 3dick g

[incogneto]

Nice dragon. Are you looking to get rid of it?

[pillz]

dont give 2 much of a shit either way
what it to u

VIDEO.

[mantlepieces]

[ Weird. Weird and definitely a little overly edgy, but from one hairgelled jerk to another, Reggie finds most of the responses thus far to be overreactions. ]

What's your job, putting on puppet shows? That one wasn't bad.

text;

[pillz]

nah. u couldnt gues my job man

[because it's amazing and hilarious and perfect, but his player may be slightly biased. <_>]

do u like puppet shows

video;

[garrick]

[ One thoroughly unimpressed look. ]

Like pulling wings from a butterfly, huh.

text;

[pillz]

[kavinsky reverts to texting because of a drug dealer habit. garrick's disapproval is neither surprising nor unwelcome, because he's a stupid teenager.]

come on man.
its a little cooler than a fuckin butterfly