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[arsiento]

[ The feed turns on shakily and abruptly, showing at first a view of mostly sky, but then it catches more blurry glimpses of scenery -- what might be recognizable as downtown Nonah, if someone were to squint or was just very familiar with the area by now -- as it moves again, as if being wrestled from someone. Voices can be heard above the fainter sounds of traffic, although there's the steady pulse of a nearby car stereo playing loudly and, occasionally, an engine revving.

Then the communicator steadies, being held at its owner's side; the camera now gives an un-aimed view the street, though at a somewhat diagonal, catching about half of the car in question in the shot. A guy's voice, about a foot away, says: "--the sickest shit I ever seen, man! Orale, show the guy, Angie!" And then the communicator moves again, the man holding it taking a step back as Angie breathes fire about five feet into the air. Only the fire and not Angie herself is visible on the screen, although within moments the speaker is stepping close again.

"You see that? It's legit, right? Just one selfie, man! Just one, come on!" ]

Then what, you'll finally beat it? [ Diablo's not speaking into the communicator, obviously, so his voice is muted, though still audible. ] I got nothing to say about no heroes, kid. Whatever you want? It ain't got nothing to do with me.

[ "Yeah, yeah, whatever! Damn, why you got to be such a bummer, dude?" The communicator raises again, rotating around to show two people: #1, a heavily tattooed man in a letterman-style jacket, "Diablo" embroidered on it like a nametag, looking impatiently at #2, who appears to be a teenager with slicked back hair ("AA" shaved into the sides), a lightning bolt tattoo on his neck, and large mirrored sunglasses. ]

Okay, how--

[ But, smiling delightedly, the boy waves into the camera, declaring: "Heeeey, imPorts! Que onda, stay crazy, guys -- we still believe in you! We got your backs now, so take it easy! Ride or die, man!" before he laughs and runs out of frame to join his off-screen friends; the car motor revs again. Diablo, still holding the communicator, does nothing for a moment except flick his eyes irritably and skeptically in that direction, then turns the camera around to capture the kids driving away. The car's plate reads "DOUBLE A". ]

Man, the hell was that. [ And now the camera once again rotates, his skeptical gaze gracing the screen. ] If that's what you all got around here, then no wonder they be importing in heroes like furniture.

[ Well... "heroes," as the still-dubious expression on his face may go on to suggest. He shrugs, then shakes his head. ]

But hey, y'know-- it's whatever. Anyone know where's a good shoe place around here?

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[arsiento]

[ Unlike many of the other responses -- mostly any of the ones Diablo can easily interpret as unhelpful or patronizing -- this one he takes no evident exception to. He's not going to bother switching from video, but also he's not a big texter to begin with. ]

That depends, which one?

permatext;

[pillz]

i duno. the best one. & the cheapest one
how u choose ur artist? lookin into some shit, myself

PERMAVIDEO.

[arsiento]

Ain't nothing ever cheaper than homemade, so long as you know what you doing. You need a vato you can trust to do you up, or hook you up with someone else who got skills.

But it depends what you getting too, though. Like maybe the guy can draw okay, but it don't mean he can write, you know?

[pillz]

no shit huh

[that's more complicated than he had expected. he'd sort of thought it was all the same thing.]

u got any they fucked up
can they get that shit fixed

[arsiento]

[ Then it's a good thing they're having this talk!!

Granted, it's less complicated if you just go to like, a parlor. But still. ]

Nah. Not me, no, ain't no one ever fuck up on me that wanna stick around. [ He shakes his head. ] But, you can usually cover that shit up if you don't like it -- you know, make it into something else. Or some people, they pay to have them removed.

[pillz]

aight. good to know man
what the fuck put it in ur head to get all that shit on your face
you werent worried they was gonna fuck up on u
even if they didnt stick around?
i mean thats prime real estate, right

[arsiento]

Yeah, but that's the whole point, though -- everyone can see it. [ He gestures with a circular motion, to encompass his whole face. ] How they know you mean business.

[ A pause, then: ]

Not that I recommend it.

[pillz]

[kavinsky studies the face. it's so very face. seems both time-consuming and painful, but he can't deny the effect works well.]

Cuz needles around your fucking eyeballs, or what?

[arsiento]

[ That's less complicated to roll with and he has no real sense of the person he's talking to, so, Diablo nods. Sure, yes, that's why. ]

If you ain't got none before, then your face ain't where you wanna start.

[pillz]

ill buy that.
thanks 4 the tip, mexico
what kind of shoes u want

[arsiento]

Yeah. Ain't no problem, homie. [ He squints for a moment, then: ] Just Nikes, that's it. And I don't mean stolen ones or from no thrift store, either.

[ Because APPARENTLY that's something he has to clarify, given some of the other suggestions he's gotten. ]

cw racism in meta

[pillz]

nike nikes or like sprots shoes
most people who show up here aint so picky i guess
but i get it wit the brand names

[to be honest, he's somewhat surprised a hispanic person cares about brand names, but that's because he's a racist. refreshingly, he keeps the thought to himself. haha. i'm sorry world.]

[arsiento]

[ Oh, li'l Kavinsky, you have so much to learn! There is an entire hood/barrio sneaker culture, even, and it is Intense. ]

Yeah, Nike Nikes. Nike Cortez is best, if you know 'em. [ He sounds like he doesn't necessarily expect it, though. Then, he shrugs. ] Everyone got standards, one way or the other -- ain't no point hiding it, but I keep it on the real. Ain't about nothing like no $250 leather loafers, or whatever.

[pillz]

[kavinsky's ignorance is a thing of legend, it's true.]

yeah i guess
what colorz r u into

[arsiento]

Ain't no question, they gotta be white, man. Always.

[pillz]

yeah? aight
i can give it as hot
what city u at

[arsiento]

What d'you mean? Give what a shot? [ A pause. ] Nonah, or whatever it's called in North Carolina.

[pillz]

find u ur kicks babhy

['find.']

that 1 sucks. mayb ill mail em

[arsiento]

Don't go thinking that if you send me no kicks I ain't ask for, it means I'mma owe you something.

[ Diablo is such a warm and trusting guy, clearly. ]

You ain't gotta tell me it sucks, homie. Though, you seen the dope train they got?

[pillz]

sweteheart, nothin u got i want

[probably not actually true, but kavinsky likes saying shit like that, we all know this.]

no
dope train
r u talkin about a train made fo actual dope or
somethin fuckin awesome abo a choochoo

[arsiento]

It's Diablo.

[ AKA don't call me sweetheart. ]

No, man -- ain't no such thing as a dope train. [ Well... he hopes not, but. Hard to know what some people are stupid enough to try. ] That just sound like bad business.

[ He turns his communicator around to point the camera toward the bullet train, visible in the distance. ]

See? Like we living in Tomorrowland or something.

[pillz]

[by now, the train seems ordinary to kavinsky, who generally lacks for real appreciation for such novelties in the world. said actual stupid dope train would be considerably more interesting, for him.]

i dunno what the fuk tomorrowland is but
hold onto ur sense of wonder, son of gondor
wait til u check out the fuckn hovercars

[arsiento]

Who the-- [ ... fuck is Gondor, is what the question was going to be, but. ] Wait, you don't know Tomorrowland? Ain't you never been to Disneyland before?

[ God, being out East sucks. ]

Who's gonna want a car that hovers?

cw sexual vulgarity

[pillz]

once. dont remember a trrmorwland

[punching another kid, maybe.]

people woh like a jesus car mayb
im gonna assume that shit can go over water
but i get u
i like teh feel of rubber ;(

[arsiento]

[ Diablo exhales slowly through his teeth, rolling his eyes upward for a brief moment. Then he just says: ]

Yeah.

[ Like there'd been no innuendo there -- or at least something that seemed like innuendo. ]

I like my cars real low to the ground, all that fancy hover crap ain't for me. They ain't never improving cars right... I mean, a car with no wheels? I dunno, something don't seem right about that.