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

[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.

1/2

[pillz]

who the f

2/2

[pillz]

parrish/

sorry not sorry gonna warn everyone!

[aberth]

kavinsky.

how many conversations can we have simultaneously

[pillz]

hows spandex

all of them?

[aberth]

do you ever make sense?

living dangerously i see 1/2

[pillz]

ur waitress is givin me shit abo not reading folders but u guys keep fuckin around like u havent noticed we got flying cars, flying people, and a destiny as motherfucking superheroes

r u
a superhero
parrish

2/2 cw classism

[pillz]

an if so
r ur tights printed wit tiny repeatin cartoon trailer homes

[aberth]

her name's blue.

[ Ah, that strange southern gentleman feeling of rage. How he hasn't missed you. ]

you leave her alone.

[ He doesn't respond to the superhero thing, nor the jibe about his place of origin. He's trying not to think about it. Give Kavinsky an inch and he takes a mile and Adam has been so good at keeping who he is under wraps.

Hopefully no one even notices. ]

[pillz]

maybe tiny repeatin cartoon dollar signs
tiny repeatin cartoon ganseys
i thnk she likes me.

[instars]

Why?

private;

[aberth]

he's bad news.

private;

[instars]

You have to be a bit more specific.

Has he killed someone?

private;

[aberth]

i think so.

[ It's not like Lynch is ever particularly verbose about whatever happened with Kavinsky. But there are the rumours about his father. ]

i think he would if he could.

private;

[instars]

And he uses drugs.

And tortures small dragons.

private;

[aberth]

pretty much.

[pillz]

which part r we lookin at

[instars]

Your lack of nosebleed.

[pillz]

it a temproary condition

[instars]

Well, as long as it's temporary.

Why doesn't Adam Parrish like you?

cw classism

[pillz]

havent donated 2 keep him out of food stamps
thats how u get in wit adam parrish when u have money
fyi

[instars]

Have you killed someone?

1/2

[pillz]

lol is that what the little shitheel is sayin

['lol' the most appropriate of all responses.]

2/2

[pillz]

[a moment later—]

aww somebody learned how 2 use the fuckin private function ;(

yeah. more than one