The Things We Pretend To Be | video & action
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kaisouWHO: Ace & Open!
WHERE: The Gemini network, but also Various cowboy themed stores around Kaisou, a legally distinct storage rental company, and eventually Kami State Park
WHEN: Roughly September 5-9, with the full moon happening the night of the 7th
WHAT: With the lunar eclipse, Ace's dragon side is going... a little nuts.
WARNINGS: Fire, violence, mentions of hoarding (of the dragon variety)
Network - 9/5; video; un: 520blazeit
[Is this... the inside of a store being shown? It certainly seems that way, what with the massive amount of wire shelves and hat stands filled to the brim with cowboy hats of all shapes and styles, decorative and worn down cowboy boots that are much the same, and a few tables with the tops absolutely covered in rusted metal pots, pans, belt buckles and cattle brands.
And Ace... is standing in the middle of it all looking... stressed. He looks stressed.]
Okay. I know I had more than this-- I keep counting and everything is... here. But I know this collection had more in it. It's just not enough.
[He lets out a breath, licks of flame sparking in the air from his exhale as he looks around. The orange scales on his chest and shoulders shimmer in the quickly added light.]
... I can't prove it yet. But to whoever touched my stuff? [Here he looks back at the camera, an oddly angry edge to his normally easygoing expression.] I will find you.
[For the few days before the full moon, Ace moves around town, searching. For a while, it's not quite clear what he's looking for, just that he's getting more and more worked up as he goes. He glares, he yells, he all but picks fights with anyone who looks at him for more than a few seconds at a time, but eventually... he finds it.
Western paraphernalia.
There's not much in the city, he's known that for a while, but there are a few novelty shops scattered here and there. Boot barns with large wooden or metal decorative boots near their signs, secondhand and craft stores with dummies dressed up as cowboys, modest statues placed outside for a quick photo opportunity for any passing tourist.
Over the course of a few days, Ace is taking all of them.
Their size and weight don't seem to matter much, not with his increased strength. And whatever fasteners or bolts he can't simply brute force his way through he's taking care of with his fire, melting them away until he can wrestle what's left away, sprinting down the street with a torso-sized cowboy boot held overhead, cackling triumphantly.
And with every bit of petty theft, it's like the cloud lifts. However angry and grouchy he was beforehand is momentarily relieved as Ace runs his prize back to where he thinks it belongs - an increasingly cramped storage unit at the edge of town.
Approach him, question him, try and convince him not to rob Bobby Bill's Big Boot Emporium of their store window mannequin-- all of it's fair game until you try to touch his things.]
[All day, Ace has been feeling more and more like something is... wrong. Like his skin doesn't fit, like something is stirring uncomfortably deep in his bones. He knows, he knows that something is wrong, something is different, that he's been different these last few days, but he can't-- he can't control it. He can't stop it.
He's never been this angry in this life, this sure that the entire world is against him. It's nostalgic in the worst way, feeling like everyone is about to rise up and fight him, that he's alone in a world of people with knives pointed in his direction. It's nostalgic, feeling like he doesn't belong in this world, in this body, in-- in anything.
But beyond that, the condition that's been plaguing him since childhood has been... completely absent over the past few days. Ace has barely slept, has barely felt the need to. His body has been energized, but not in a way that makes him feel refreshed. Instead, it feels like something deep, deep in his chest is vibrating faster and faster and faster and if he's not careful, he might...
Explode.
He--
At some point, while wandering near the edge of town, drawn to the comfort of the wilderness Kami State Park provides, Ace stops, feeling that energy coiling in him come to a breaking point. He looks up at the sky, the stars, the wide light of a full moon that has always pushed him to act out. But as red slowly bleeds into that familiar white-- it's different. Tonight, it's different.
The slow bleed of red over the moon bleeds through Ace's vision, takes over, quiets his brain until all thoughts trickle away. Until he's left breathing hard and filled with an energy, a drive, an anger and possessiveness that fills every inch of his body. That has him growling low in his throat and thrashing his tail against the ground. An anger that has claws dig into the dirt as wings thrash on his back, as warmth bubbles up from his chest and sparks through the air in curls of flame out the sides of a snarling maw.
As the human-sized, orange dragon standing in Ace's place lets out a frustrated roar before rushing into the park proper, determined to start the hunt that's been calling to him for days.
Even lost to instincts and in the form of a beast, Ace doesn't attack any of the poor people hiking or camping in the night-- his quarry isn't human. Not tonight. Not unless they're unfortunate enough to be wearing a cowboy hat at night. And even then, all he would do is pounce, snatch the hat in his teeth, and run away.
No, he's here to fight anything that his instincts tell him are threats. Anything he can look at and call a meal. Wild animals, monsters, or any unfortunate app user the creature Ace has become might recognize as being able to put up a fight.]
WHERE: The Gemini network, but also Various cowboy themed stores around Kaisou, a legally distinct storage rental company, and eventually Kami State Park
WHEN: Roughly September 5-9, with the full moon happening the night of the 7th
WHAT: With the lunar eclipse, Ace's dragon side is going... a little nuts.
WARNINGS: Fire, violence, mentions of hoarding (of the dragon variety)
Network - 9/5; video; un: 520blazeit
[Is this... the inside of a store being shown? It certainly seems that way, what with the massive amount of wire shelves and hat stands filled to the brim with cowboy hats of all shapes and styles, decorative and worn down cowboy boots that are much the same, and a few tables with the tops absolutely covered in rusted metal pots, pans, belt buckles and cattle brands.
And Ace... is standing in the middle of it all looking... stressed. He looks stressed.]
Okay. I know I had more than this-- I keep counting and everything is... here. But I know this collection had more in it. It's just not enough.
[He lets out a breath, licks of flame sparking in the air from his exhale as he looks around. The orange scales on his chest and shoulders shimmer in the quickly added light.]
... I can't prove it yet. But to whoever touched my stuff? [Here he looks back at the camera, an oddly angry edge to his normally easygoing expression.] I will find you.
Around Town, 9/5-9/7(day)
[For the few days before the full moon, Ace moves around town, searching. For a while, it's not quite clear what he's looking for, just that he's getting more and more worked up as he goes. He glares, he yells, he all but picks fights with anyone who looks at him for more than a few seconds at a time, but eventually... he finds it.
Western paraphernalia.
There's not much in the city, he's known that for a while, but there are a few novelty shops scattered here and there. Boot barns with large wooden or metal decorative boots near their signs, secondhand and craft stores with dummies dressed up as cowboys, modest statues placed outside for a quick photo opportunity for any passing tourist.
Over the course of a few days, Ace is taking all of them.
Their size and weight don't seem to matter much, not with his increased strength. And whatever fasteners or bolts he can't simply brute force his way through he's taking care of with his fire, melting them away until he can wrestle what's left away, sprinting down the street with a torso-sized cowboy boot held overhead, cackling triumphantly.
And with every bit of petty theft, it's like the cloud lifts. However angry and grouchy he was beforehand is momentarily relieved as Ace runs his prize back to where he thinks it belongs - an increasingly cramped storage unit at the edge of town.
Approach him, question him, try and convince him not to rob Bobby Bill's Big Boot Emporium of their store window mannequin-- all of it's fair game until you try to touch his things.]
Kami State Park, 9/7(night)
[All day, Ace has been feeling more and more like something is... wrong. Like his skin doesn't fit, like something is stirring uncomfortably deep in his bones. He knows, he knows that something is wrong, something is different, that he's been different these last few days, but he can't-- he can't control it. He can't stop it.
He's never been this angry in this life, this sure that the entire world is against him. It's nostalgic in the worst way, feeling like everyone is about to rise up and fight him, that he's alone in a world of people with knives pointed in his direction. It's nostalgic, feeling like he doesn't belong in this world, in this body, in-- in anything.
But beyond that, the condition that's been plaguing him since childhood has been... completely absent over the past few days. Ace has barely slept, has barely felt the need to. His body has been energized, but not in a way that makes him feel refreshed. Instead, it feels like something deep, deep in his chest is vibrating faster and faster and faster and if he's not careful, he might...
Explode.
He--
At some point, while wandering near the edge of town, drawn to the comfort of the wilderness Kami State Park provides, Ace stops, feeling that energy coiling in him come to a breaking point. He looks up at the sky, the stars, the wide light of a full moon that has always pushed him to act out. But as red slowly bleeds into that familiar white-- it's different. Tonight, it's different.
The slow bleed of red over the moon bleeds through Ace's vision, takes over, quiets his brain until all thoughts trickle away. Until he's left breathing hard and filled with an energy, a drive, an anger and possessiveness that fills every inch of his body. That has him growling low in his throat and thrashing his tail against the ground. An anger that has claws dig into the dirt as wings thrash on his back, as warmth bubbles up from his chest and sparks through the air in curls of flame out the sides of a snarling maw.
As the human-sized, orange dragon standing in Ace's place lets out a frustrated roar before rushing into the park proper, determined to start the hunt that's been calling to him for days.
Even lost to instincts and in the form of a beast, Ace doesn't attack any of the poor people hiking or camping in the night-- his quarry isn't human. Not tonight. Not unless they're unfortunate enough to be wearing a cowboy hat at night. And even then, all he would do is pounce, snatch the hat in his teeth, and run away.
No, he's here to fight anything that his instincts tell him are threats. Anything he can look at and call a meal. Wild animals, monsters, or any unfortunate app user the creature Ace has become might recognize as being able to put up a fight.]
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