friendofdorothy: (scowl)
Liir Thropp ([personal profile] friendofdorothy) wrote in [community profile] xavier_institute_logs2015-10-01 09:24 am

I'll put you to sleep at night/Like a foreign movie/I'll sing you lullabies [OPEN]

WHO: Liir and you
WHAT: Noone mourns the wicked, but they sure do make hilaribad propaganda/action movies out of them
WHERE: Common room, late at night
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNING(S): "Now I'm gonna drop a house on your ass!" will probably be said


Late at night (that is, about midnight, for Liir kept a boringly regular schedule) and Liir could be found up. The halls were dark, fluorescent lights stilled, save one or two that buzzed and wouldn't turn all the way on or off. He was having trouble sleeping, not from restlessness but from being in District X, where the state of mutants was bound to get him agitated, thinking fussy, revolutionary thoughts.

Late night TV, then. He flipped through the international channels, hoping maybe for news from home. What he saw was...

It was a Volstovic action movie vaguely based on the confrontation between his mother and Dorothy Gale.. A terrible one. Dorothy was there...different. She was a Volstovic agent now, a 007ized version of their 'dragon' teen supersoldiers. The movie must have predated their revolution.

It wasn't the parade of tragic blunders, missed chances and manipulation by the old 'wizard' that Dorothy'd told him about. Dorothy was shooting, karate chopping and slicing her way through hordes of winged monkeys (godawful CGI, was this supposed to be scary?). He'd remembered them as sweet and kindof pathetic in real life, but on screen they were clearly meant to be menacing. Sweet, brainless Toto was unrecognizable.

As for how they portrayed his mother...the plier-faced monstrosity there resembled the bitter and angry but very human person he'd known as much as much as Bela Lugosi did the historical Vlad Dracul. This portrayal belonged on a bag of halloween candy, not on screen.

Liir is not himself present in the film at all, though perhaps the witch's cringing, nerdy assistant is meant to be based on him.

"God, this is terrible..." He says, sounding genuinely anguished. It's not that it hits close to home. He's used to not being able to control his own image or those of his loved ones. It's the complete distortion of history.
theveilisin: (Perhaps I should have brought flowers)

[personal profile] theveilisin 2015-10-02 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
He could probably have had a lot of interesting fun if he'd only, say, been among those of the Dragons who could spend actual hours discussing breasts - or hadn't been healthily frightened of the punishment if he'd decided to go for more unconventional fare. As it was, all he had to his name were the kind of kisses and embraces that happened sometimes after death had been close and adrenaline high, never to be spoken of again after.

He gives the screen an unimpressed look. "Can't even get our own procedures right, not immediately assigning her a handler in this script. Or maybe that's the dog?" He'd heard something about a sequel being considered. Maybe they'd planned to as a love story there. "Oh and honestly, I wouldn't say that's too far off - at least for some parts of our culture, regrettably." He shudders. "And don't remind me of toys."
theveilisin: (The redhead's been a very naughty girl)

[personal profile] theveilisin 2015-10-02 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"My dear, you are of course right. How silly of me. I'll be astounded if there isn't at least a subtly titillating bondage-esque rescue scene or something similar, where her clothes will be ruined but her make-up remain intact." He rolls his eyes slightly. He has rescued both ladies and men in need more than a handful of times, and generally speaking there is nothing particularly attractive about a sweaty, bloody, shaking comrade who might have either thrown up or soiled themselves - or both.

He watches Dorothy on the screen perform a highly unlikely but very aesthetically pleasing high kick. "Honestly, I sort of missed the second half of the movie, since Compagnon and Natalia had smuggled in some booze - I can't get drunk, but I am perfectly capable of being distracted. Either way, I've seen so many bad propaganda movies, my eyes usually start to glaze over in self defense at the title screen."
theveilisin: (She'll attack us both with a fire poker)

[personal profile] theveilisin 2015-10-03 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Luvander snorts, amused, and glances sideways as if trying to read Liir's expression a bit better. "Really? You amaze me. I'm assuming that you mean disregarding the fact that it looks like a splendid way to get knocked on your ass."

He pulls up his legs, looping his arms around them loosely and leaning his chin on his knees. "The real Cassiopeia made art with pressed flowers. The real Jeannot adopted a baby bird and let it sleep next to him on his pillow. Anastasia cried every time Bambi's mother died. Evariste ate a pound of butter on a dare - and I refused to heal him when he was miserable afterwards." He makes a small face, watching Dorothy pout seductively at some kind of guard before hauling out a gun from her cleavage. "No one makes a good Dragon, really." A small grin. "Except maybe Rook and Havemercy."
theveilisin: (Dreaming big as always)

[personal profile] theveilisin 2015-10-04 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
His lips twitch in an amused little smile, shoulders rising in a light shrug. "I used to pick furniture apart to make fancy hats, I looked forward to whenever prostitutes were acquired for us boys just because it was so rare that we got to talk to outside people, and I harbored secret fantasies of being a doctor and never having to shoot people at all."

Luvander looks a bit distant for a moment. "We all thought of ourselves as Dragons, as soldiers, but that was because we never thought we could be anything else. It wasn't the kind of life you chose for yourself." A small, cynical snort. "That is, at least not when you're six."
theveilisin: (Do you think we're criminals?)

[personal profile] theveilisin 2015-10-05 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a strange sensation to revisit, feeling like someone is at least a bit like him. Completely different as a person, of course - but then again, so was Raphael, and Erdeni, and Chastity... and Yesfir. Liir isn't a Dragon, it's not the same, it will never be the same, but... it's something. He feels like right now, he could definitely do with something.

Relaxing slightly where he sits, leaning back, he at the same time ends up sitting a bit closer, and that's alright. Maybe he can let the guard down a bit.

Like that, it's definitely hard not to notice Liir's reaction, and certainly not very difficult to connect the dots. Ah. How very unfortunate - and cruel, even if it wasn't intended to cut quite so deep. "What is she like, then? When she's not concealing weapons bastion-knows-where and parroting another country's party lines?"