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28 👶 HEARTBREAK MULTIPLIES [closed]

WHO: Joseph Kavinsky & 'friends' ig
WHERE: De Chima, Maurtia Falls, etc.
WHEN: October 2019
WHAT: Catch-all for October, hmu on Plurk @

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WARNINGS: Possible violence, sexual content, offensive language (racism, sexism, etc.)

closed to kylo ren;

[it's breakfast at the meadows, for those of us who may periodically eat breakfast. and kavinsky is here. it's the first time anyone has seen him back at the meadows after the explosive encounter with murphy last month, but it was probably inevitable that that reprieve would end. kylo ren no doubt feels it in the force long before he makes his way down the steps.

the dream thief is sitting at the table, neglecting a cup of coffee by his hand.] We gotta stop meeting like this, [kavinsky says, almost as if nothing had happened. but this is actually just how he is after things have happened. there's a brief death threats phase, then a violent overreaction phase, then an eerie approximation of indifference phase, and not always in that order or single iteration. he scratches his neck, studying kylo ren out from under heavy eyelids.]

Hey. Hey, how you feel about chopping some wood topless today? Paparazzi would love it. Not gonna lie, I could use the cash.

closed to ronan;

[the joseph kavinsky apology tour of october 2019 starts how you'd expect. on the first day of october, the words,

my bad 😔
can be found spraypainted on the outside of the meadows house in lurid green paint, while smelling eerily like blood, yet fading away politely as the sun makes its way up and down the sky. on the second day of october, the icepack that had been rendered to k's use is replaced in the fridge, and there are irish mince pies too, as well as an automated robotic lawnmower swerving dangerously close to killing the family of voles in the yard outside. on the third day, kavinsky texts.]

come hang out 2day

closed to cassidy;

I wanted to say thanks for letting me stay. [kavinsky seems more normal now. i mean he's never been normal, and cassidy only met him after he began a life of crimes you can get the electric chair for, some parts of the world back home. but a couple weeks ago, when he slept on the couch with a face like an overripe melon attacked by a hacksaw, he'd seemed full of spiky, humming, hideous energy, a wasp hive in a human skinsuit.

but today, he's more like his usual self. healed, obviously. smug and slightly subhuman, cleaned up nicely outside that hints heavily as to the dirt in his soul. and grinning big, boyish when the vampire comes to the door. he seizes cassidy by the hand.] C'mon.

closed to rupert;

[2am at the club, maurtia falls. which club? a club. kavinsky generally just rolls up to the first place with valet and a long enough line out front to look intimidating, flashes his import id, and that's enough to get himself in, even in absence of a cis lady figure.

in reality, kavinsky drinks and does far fewer drugs than he used to, and being at the club is a new kind of high. well, an old one. one that actually predated the drinking and the drugging, but enhanced it. kavinsky actually likes being around people, much as he hates everything including people. he likes how people are hungry, needy, exploitable, fun. he likes the validation of his admirers, the pain of his critics, the rush of conquest any time he breaks someone to his will, even if it's something as stupid as bumping into someone on the sidealk without apologizing.

which he does now. but dr. chilton raised him better than that, and the next moment, he's setting his sights on the neon door at the end of the velvet ropes. he starts toward it, slinging the key fob for his black jaguar into the hands of the valet man along with a fat tip (also credit to: dr. c). he doesn't notice the other young import pausing by the roadside.]

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[Kavinsky looks so much better than he did when he'd first crawled to Cassidy a few weeks back, both physically and in himself, and Cass is genuinely glad to see it. There's a softness to his smile as he answers the door, tired and mildly exasperated but happy to see a friend happy. Or whatever approximation of 'happy' that Kavinsky can feel, even if that's mostly external.]

W-wait a second!

[The hand grab gets accepted, but the moment the teen tries to pull him outside, there's heavy resistance. Cass is surprisingly strong for one so scrawny, and the pull back gives him just enough time to snatch one of the umbrellas from a pile by the door and open it one handed with an experienced ease. The second that umbrella gifts him a comfortable cone of shade, he relents, letting Kavinsky lead him out with only a mildly bemused mumble of:] Tryna burn me alive, eh.

[He's not holding it against the guy, it's a simple enough mistake to make.]

[for once kavinsky was not actively plotting to burn anything alive. for once. he looks genuinely surprised when the vampire reemerges clutching an umbrella. oh. oh yeah. it's mostly confusing because, for all that kavinsky is deprived of conventional children's literature and such culture, he is under the impression that sunlight sensitivity exists at extremes for vampires in fiction.]

That's weird, [says the dream-thieving ex-drug-dealer psychopath who once committed suicide with a fire dragon of his own making. but then he reclaims cassidy's hand and tows him toward the car he parked in the 'don't park here' zone across the street. a sleek, two-door jaguar f-style coupe. kavinsky installs the vampire in the passenger seat before coming around to the driver's side.

inside the vehicle, the dash has extended a slender, shiny television screen which is currently playing live news coverage of some type of press release. kavinsky starts to drive away from the curb.] Can you really die of sunlight? That's really a thing?

[Once slotted easily into the passenger side, with umbrella folded neatly away between his knees, Cass takes a moment to take in the fancy interior, running a slim hand across the leatherwork of the dashboard and seats.]

Yeah, that's legit. 'Bout the only way fellas like me can die though. [He's very casual about sharing the single weakness he has, as if maybe the concept of death isn't entirely concerning to him. This place makes death an even weirder concept anyway, thanks to it's habit of returning folk.]

Why? Planning on offing me?

[on the television, the speaker is quite excited. he is exclaiming about the maurtia falls zoo, new and generous donations, to be unveiled in five days time, once the creatures have acclimated to their habitats. it should, he says, be good for business.]

'Course not, sweet knees. Besides, you don't have to worry about that here. I mean, not even the fucking sun. You couldn't stay dead even if you wanted to, so don't even fucking think about it.

[the man on the tv says,] May we present...

[kavinsky takes a turn and then starts their coast down a long wide main street.] But I thought you was also supposed to be susceptible to like, garlic and beheading and shit.

[the spokesperson finishes:] Cassidy the Thylacine!

[abruptly, the screen cuts to the creature. its long, sloping, striped spine and rump, muscular legs, the thin whip of its tail and narrow muzzle. it doesn't appear to notice it's being observed by the camera, resting up in the concrete enclosure. yes, he did it. he brought back a famously hunted and extinct creature, on a whim, and had it named for the vampire.]

Nah, none of that other shite works, only sunlight. I mean, y'could behead me, like, but it won't kill me.

[Sometimes he wonders about other vampires. Whether there's any poor sods out there who were beheaded and had their body parts buried in different locations, and whether somewhere out there under all this soil, there's some living head that's been buried for centuries, alone and in the dark, unable to do anything. It's a terrifying thought that he doesn't like to linger long on...

Thankfully the screen gives the perfect distraction. It wasn't something he was paying huge amounts of attention to, but the mention of his name is enough to have his gaze snap towards the screen and stare in distant confusion.]

The hell is that?

[kavinsky, in the meantime, is thinking about the exact same thing. it would have horrified him more before, earlier in his life, long before chilton and his death here in this world had got ahold of him.

these days, it seems like a fun intellectual exercise. with a side of problem-solving, should he ever have the need or want to serially murder somebody here endowed with such powers. buried underground? drowned in the ocean? what would be best? his creepy reverie is interrupted by cassidy's question.]

Alternate name is 'Tazmanian Devil.' Thought to be extinct. Said to be one of the most effective predators in the world, 'til people rolled and shot 'em all in the head. You know, [he flashes the vampire a grin.] They're supposed to be able to open their fucking mouths to like, eighty degrees wide. Like a fucking horror movie. You ever seen Sleepaway Camp?

[For a moment he's transfixed by the imagery the screen presents, but he still manages to spare Kavinsky a roll of his eyes.]

Y-yeah, I know what one is, they were still around in me time. [Not that he ever actually saw one in the flesh. He can't help but draw the parallels to those poor sods and his own vampire kin, though; apex predators picked off one by one by over-zealous humans intent on murder for no reason beyond "because they can".]

I mean why the hell is that?

Because I'm grateful, dipshit.

[kavinsky's manners have technically improved. he glances at cassidy.] We're on our way to check it out.

[did kavinsky know that this was a bizarre gift to gift anyone? probably. he looks sidelong at the vampire expectantly, his expression beatific, innocent as you like. all big eyes and poofy lips. anime sparkles.]

You're grateful? So yeh made a creature?

[He's just trying to piece it all together in his head as he stares with some open confusion at the news feature on screen, wrapping off with some closing statements about young Cassidy.

It's not really clear how he's meant to respond to having an extinct creature brought back to life and given his name in his honour, so he just... stares back at Kavinsky, shaking his head lightly in disbelief.]

Yer a bleedin' nutcase, lad. [And yet he manages to sound lightly affectionate while he insults.]

[kavinsky smiles beatifically. it's hardly the worst thing anybody has ever said to him, and the tone —- the affection in it, scratches an itch that he has trouble admitting to.

but it's an itch that determines so damn much of his behavior. he likes the attention. always has.

it's not too long before they reach the zoo. they're let in through a maintenance entrance, onto a staff-only road, and it's not too far to the enclosure. fortunately, the trees afford ample shade.] Wanna guess why the Taz devil reminds me of you? [kavinsky asks, merrily. it's p obvious he's about to engage in some: negging.]

[Whether those trees are enough shade or not, Cass will have his umbrella ready the second they step out of the car. Sun burn just isn't worth it, especially not the kind vampires get.]

'Cause they're handsome and mostly extinct? [He queries, already aware Kavinsnky isn't likely to be anything so flattering.]

There's that.

[kavinsky grins, amused. it's not hard to tell what cassidy is thinking. they pull closer and closer to the zoo; no traffic, considering regular people have, you know. jobs, obligations, errands to run, in absence of having magic to pull anything they want out of thin air.

zoo banners appear, fluttering in a long row down the street.]

They had fucked up skulls, weird mouths. They could open their jaws to like, eighty degrees. And their had fusions in their spines which made them look like they was kind of hunched over all the time. Skinny little animals. But people were terrified of them. And you know, despite the weird features, they kind of hung together pretty cute.

[A soft scoff as he stares out the passenger window, leaning just far enough to avoid any sunlight that tries creeping in.]

Bloody charmin'. Skinny, hunched and weird jaws. Yer really selling me and this beastie well, y'know that?

[yes. kavinsky knows. he uses negging way too much, too. but he smiles at cassidy and thinks, but they're beautiful, but he doesn't say it.

they're at the zoo soon enough.

due to the fact that kavinsky had been involved in the build specifications, there is a generous shaded area around the enclosure. huge viewing windows that are curiously resistant to dirt, on account of their maker being a magical boy. kavinsky stops the car just a few feet from the merciful shadows. even at the distance, the thylacines are visible.

the animals within have glossy fur, an elegant pattern of stripes. they have energy and they are not shy, running through the thicket. in reality, they were solitary animals, but kavinsky is kavinsky, after all.]

[Cass keeps close to Kavisnky, and keeps his umbrella even closer. Shade or no shade, he's not risking the potential outdoors without it. The sun is barely in his consideration, though, as instead he watches those sleek figures slink across their enclosure.]

Think they're friendly?

[They may be apex predators with a talent for murder, but they also look like such good puppers. Cass can relate.]

[that seems like the kind of question that preludes a bad decision. joseph kavinsky is intrigued.]

I think so. To you, anyway.

[kavinsky leans against the wall of the enclosure. it's reassuring to him, the solidity of the concrete, like another body holding his up. he's a flimsy and dead little thing, after all. all of his attention is on the vampire, who looks -- interested, despite the fucking lunacy of this gift.]

Why?

[his eyes glint. curiosity intensifying.]

Lets go in.

[He decides with very little thought behind the decision, a total lack of concern bred from a century of immortality. Dumb decisions just get even dumber when nothing results in permanent injury.]

We all gotta die sometime.

[kavinsky gestures at the zookeepers on standby. the zookeepers immediately go from :D of enthusiasm to D: of oh god what are imports even, but they're not about to argue. slowly and reluctantly, they come forward to take the two imports around the back, beyond the 'staff only' area.

cassidy is offered a pair of big coarse leather gloves. just in cases. kavinsky will hold them if cassidy doesn't want.

but then the door opens, and sunshine and thylacines wait outside. also: shade. just in case the sunshine is a bit much. none of the three animals look up, initially, failing to recognize either their maker or the peculiar undead saint after which their creation was modeled.]

[The offer of those gloves gets wave aside, and instead Cassidy enters without the slightest bit of protection against the potentially deadly beasties. Maybe it's a bad idea, and maybe he should be concerned, but he's made worst decisions in his lifetime. It was only recently that he and his housemates were wrestling a raptor into a bathroom.]

Christ, yer beautiful beasties, are yeh not? [He sticks to the shade, lingering on the edges of it as he slowly crouches down, unthreatening but also a potentially tasty snack. Maybe vampire meat won't appeal to them. Or maybe it'll be even more tasty, like aged wine.

With his eyes still on the creatures that lay some distance off, he turns his head slightly to address Kavinsky.]

So you can just dream up anything and it exists?

['yes, with limits' sounds lame. weak. conservative.

'kind of,' sounds wishy-washy. also weak.]

Yeah.

[sounds confident. sexy. kavinsky leans against the wall of the enclosure now, looking totally unconcerned, which is not necessarily wise. he doesn't remember a lot of the personality particulars he encoded in the thylacines, and to be honest, his dream creations tend to see him, their progenitor, as quite different to how they might regard other people. they tend to hate him, which is a reflection of his own

issues.]

You want something? [is genuine curiosity. he'd guess coke. that'd be easy.]

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[The potential people eaters nearby don't concern Cassidy much, comfortably crouched and half watching them as he considers Kavinsky's question.

On instinct he wants to say "yes", to get as many drugs as the both of them can manage. But then Cassidy can get those with or without Kavsinky's help, and he has to wonder whether friendship truly lies in demanding freebies all the time.

And so with a hefty exhale and a shake of his head he replies simply.]

Nah, lad. Don't need anything from yeh 'cept company.

[christ. kavinsky feels the faintest heat under the collar of his shirt, some forlorn impulse to blush. why must cassidy ruin everything! who says that. no one should say shit like that. fucking atrocious.

luckily, cassidy is still turned around, mostly not looking at him. so he gets to watch in silence as the first thylacine picks itself up. its stripey coat shines in the sunshine; it takes a couple of steps toward cassidy, curious but wary, scenting the air. cassidy smells like -- nothing natural, but at least under shade of the wall, he isn't, you know.

burning alive. burning undead. whatever.]

[If Kavinsky wasn't blushing enough already, Cassidy is just going to add more to it.

With his eyes still locked on the creatures that are showing a slow interest in him, he decides to finally give his gratitude via words.]

Listen, thanks for this. I dunno what the feck it's for, but... yeh thought about me enough to create something, and that's just grand.

[Even if said somethings may fancy him for a tasty snack. But maybe they won't be into meat that's not quite right. He's not dead or rotting, but he's old and unusual smelling to anything that's used to fresh, living meat.]

[mmmm.

maybe kavinsky caught some low-key vampire symptoms. he does feel uncomfortably warm out here today. he glances out nonchalantly at that bush over there.]

I've dreamed shit for you before, [he says.] There was one time I gave you a whole heart, [complete with a pool of blood and a gift box,] and you got real shitty about it.

[he doesn't know why he's objecting. ordinarily, he does love praise.]

'Cause gifting someone a heart is feckin' psychotic! You gift a lass a puppy and she's gonna think you're sweet, but a gift a real heart in a box and she's gonna run a mile, yeh gotta know that much, it's common bloody sense. If you think that's gonna woo anyone, you're certifiable, lad.

[The complimenting didn't last long, switching swiftly to calling Kavinsky names. Because that's how affection be.]

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