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maskormenace2016-02-14 09:32 pm
pillz) wrote in maskormenace2016-02-14 09:32 pm
Entry tags:
- adam parrish | n/a,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- joseph kavinsky | n/a,
- † blue sargent | n/a,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † hunter zolomon | zoom,
- † kaito kuroba | kaitou kid,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † newton geiszler | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king,
- † robert callaghan | yokai,
- † satya wallace | n/a
O1 👶 video;
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.]
[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.]
no subject
a dragon, cute.
i thought maybe he had a unique breed or species designation.
or a name, you know, like unique to your world--pocket monster, etc
[Oh no. Hermann will kill him.]
really? how do you care for him?
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no names. i dont give a shit
dont think he needs care
i mean he might choke out if i keep the cup on him long enough so dont do that
if u want him around awhile
i think tahts it. well
also hes a fuckin asshole
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I live with an asshole and we get along great
so that's fine
but what exactly makes him an asshole?
what's he eat?
not cats i hope
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what do u think
attitude
evil
propensity 4 burning
u know. but little. shouldnt be 2 big a problem
he doesnt eat. but he likes burning.
flammable shit will provide sustenance
u can break out ur gimp suit and wear him like a pirates parot
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to let me have a living zippo lighter.
just wanted an idea of how much he's going to hate me later
kinky.
i'll remember to add that
when i go to discuss with the roomie
you sure you want to give him up?
because i'm gonna make it work if youre sure
let me figure out how to house him
and i'll get back to you in a day or two
no more trying to snuff him out tho
btw i got your pm and its all good :]
3 days
[it'll be more like a few weeks, when the russians are said and done. but it's too soon for kavinsky to know anything about that. fortunately, the dragon needs zero feeding and care, as advertised, and it'll be just fine sitting alone in an apartment for days.]
im as serious as a mothefuckin hernia
jus 1 thing in exchange.
Awesome! Thank you
...knew there'd be a catch
whats the 1 thing?
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[look, he's new. sue him.]
no subject
in person?
or will a vid suffice?
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[and he does like poking and prying!]
not in a hurry.
u can get ur gimp suit commissioned first
mayb help get u in character for the performance
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kid, let me be clear: im taken and you're too young
you can see my superpowers
if i get a gimp suit, it stays home
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look forward 2 it. 3 days. dont fuck up
apparently baby monsters r hot commodities in this town
[of course soviet invasions result in an extension ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
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who else is trying to take the dragon? :(
i call dibs. i'll be there. 3 days.
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bsides ganseys ass train (scroll around 4 more information)
ill c u in 3