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While Lia Kim's body's autonomy seemed like the ideal choice to highlight FlaSh's androidness or Bisu's multitasking, control coherence, timing precision and trump exploitation persistence, in terms of hallmarks of her physical capability at first, I found that Jaedong is a better canditate to match, compartmentalize and channel that immediate, uncompromising and distinguished physicality into his metaphorical arsenal upon sensing the slightest whiff of weakness, setting it off onto a Hyojin Choi trademark rampage like what does mercy even mean.
By settling for Mina Myoung's overwhelming creative multiplicity, and her ability to accentuate her co-performers' impact, by binding the course she set out for them to her subtle gestures, I make a leap of faith that I can convey that the aforementioned qualities are on a more sophisticated, preemptive/prophylactic, delayed and thus more difficult to pull off level to be found in Bisu, who arguably sets himself up for situations where he can use his superior micro for higher profit. Then, the chance arises and he simply does not cease to amaze me with the inevitability of his surgical exploitations' deadliness, just in time for everything around him to fall in place in his favor.

Mina's trademark centering of herself might come off as unattractive if it wasn't such a beautifully crafted system, designed for every dancer to have the luxury of outstanding amplitude and the apparent prominence of a standalone choreographer at their disposal. The minute I understand and retrospectively see how behind the facade of lightness she was dominating in terms of gravitational force --her name in the title or not-- I question my understanding of time and causality in a pleasantly mindfucking way. Extending it to BW though, ironically, it helps me sober up and see clearer than before into Bisu's consciousness.
The laws he bends and programs the breakdown of. He circumvents the rigidity others succumb to by lifting the restriction on the self, enabling his fitness for psychonautic acrobatics to Shine . Juggling with his attention, shifting between identity states and hierarchies, becoming one just in time to bounce in his chair like an enthused bunny.

I love Tina. She's so cool, regardless whether it's stand-alone or in an ensemble contrasting Isabella like Bisu does the Dinotoss, in her choreography or someone else's, beginner class or otherwise. Basically, *knock knock*
Who's there, Tina Boo?!
Yes, I'm Tina Boo, but..
Oh mg, nice. Come on in!
You were supposed to ask Boo who
I'll do whatever you say
...
Would you like all of my Drones?, know what I mean?

Yoojung Lee choreographed Gravity with majestic supremacy and overwhelming power, but the overarching impression that I get watching it is that of Bisu virtually emulating himself subjugating his enemies, exhausting their aptitude to stand, so they just hunch to show they've given up fighting while typing Goddamn Gravity. FlaSh might be better at realizing that outcome per se, albeit reminiscent of a machine, lacking the perversion of savoring it quite like Bisu. Observe Yeji Kim, and her stealth as she rushes into place at Yoojung's right hand side. She can be cheery but I like her mysterious calmness as she transparently delivers --as Bisu's DTs' psi daggers often do-- the coup de grace in the murder of every Mina, Lia Kim and Yoojung Lee masterpieces she appears in. Tina Boo will inevitably accommodate her in a non-beginner one that will blow me away, soon, and it will be glorious.

You might know Rikimaru from DoTA. He sometimes wears a wig & stash and goes by the alias Lang Buddha on TheFamilyRP. Seriously though, that guy is married to Yumeri Chikada --a fellow dancer-- and you can tell he breathes dance. 0 inhibition Spitfire.


We're wrapping up, coming full circle with the above video. A showdown between Rikimaru and the avatar I'm confident about having chosen appropriately for FlaSh: Fucking GoSh. When this guy's hair is gelled back, it's like Sylvester Stallone turning his cap in that armwrestling movie, or Clark Kent ditches his glasses. Think of the showdown as the final tournament match of a semi-final where JD already made it through, and this determines who gets to likewise step up to the big stage.

As an addendum, if you're a scrub and up to learn to work it like May J Lee and make choreography that pierces heaven like May J Lee can --leaving viewers feeling like they're partying with angels like May J Lee-- why not start to get taught, by a bona fide deity, no less. So flashy.