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: (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?"