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

[brushoff]

You're exceedingly too young for her. [ especially since Elsa's one of those immortals who look like they're in their twenties ]

What I mean is that you really need to do a better job of hiding the symptoms or, alternatively, post while you're sober.

[pillz]

haha fuck.
why?
do they make u pee on a stick here
take away ur superpowers if u dont pass

[brushoff]

Nope. You'll just bring all the moralizers out in full force.

[pillz]

not rhe moralizing. im legit terrified fak
u like making all the new kids shit their pants r what

[brushoff]

It's less of shit your pants with fear and more of I'm such a kind and gentle soul I want to save you from boredom.

[pillz]

thank u

[brushoff]

Not a problem. [ a small pause, before, ] By the way, since you're new here, let me impart a few more words of wisdom. The best club scene's in Maurtia Falls and there are a few places there with no cover charge for imPorts.

[ cause hopefully this dude likes clubbing, right? Maybe? ]

[pillz]

[dorian's deductive work is impeccable.]

ill keep that in mind.

[garbage and studying won't pay well. he'll have to find a new market for his wares eventually.]

how does an enterprising young bulgarian get his ass 2 marshy falls

[brushoff]

You can take the Porters in-between cities. Yes, there are some soldiers stationed at the Porter building, but I've found that if you're charming enough, they'll look the other way at certain times.

[ bribery. Dorina's straight up talking about bribery ]

private;

[pillz]

yeah? what r they into

[kavinsky can recognize bribery as easily as he can recognize blackmail.]

if tihs is a gay baby hooker thing u can just say

[he's a lovely person. really.]

private;

[brushoff]

[ Dorian can't help but laugh a bit, straight up rolling his eyes. ]

One's into weed, another's into cash. You've just got to time it properly, most of the guards are so dull.

PERMAPRIVATE its a new word now

[pillz]

ill keep an eye out 4 the good time guards
thank u
patron saint of delinquens

hell yeah it's a word

[brushoff]

Oh I love that title. I'm adopting it as my own, Saint Dorian, patron saint of delinquents.

[pillz]

u r welcome 2 it
i will think of u nightly an ask for blessings
u already got a martyrdm under ur belt?

[brushoff]

Honest to God, I was set on fire once because of my sins. I think that counts as martyrdom.

[pillz]

[goddamn.]

i think so 2.
u have some weird friend sor melodramatic enemies, dude

[it is hypocritical for kavinsky to say so, and yet.]

[brushoff]

The sad thing is, he's a little bit of both.

[pillz]

[another sad thing is, that leaves kavinsky with an odd pang of envy.

he kind of wishes he'd been important enough to ronan, for ronan to set him on fire, especially after all he'd done to earn that particular honor.

oh well. you can't win them all, especially when you're a semi-functional insane brat.]

u 2 sound fuckin adoarble
he around?

[brushoff]

[ Dorian can't help but laugh as he gives the camera a griiiiiiiin. ] We are fucking adorable. Or, at least, I am. I suppose I'm adorable enough for the both of us!

[ 'Adorable' and 'Yuri Petrov' aren't words that are often spoken in the same sentence. ]

But yes, he is. His name's Yuri—do try not to get on his bad side.

[pillz]

y
im not scared of a liddle bit f fire

[more names. delicious names. people to know, things to try.]

[brushoff]

It's a lot bit of fire, [ said all too matter-of-factly. ]

[pillz]

whys it bother u
considering u know i mean im assuming teh dossier wasnt lying
that everybody comes back 2 life

[brushoff]

I'm a concerned citizen! [ that is 100% a lie ] Besides, as someone who died and came back to life, it really hurts.

[pillz]

like shit an urchin hurts
break an arm hurts
what's hurts we talking about

[brushoff]

Well it all depends on how you die, doesn't it? Getting smothered to death doesn't hurt in the slightest, but getting poisoned hurts like a bitch.

It's the death that's more of a problem than the resurrection.