lieutenantantichrist | [25] [Video/Action for Goldenrod] - "You Leave Philly and Bad Shit Happens"

[VIDEO]

[The flag behind Blake is scorched and askew from where one of his firehorses brushed too close to it. His eyes are dark-rimmed, and have a hint of a wild sheen. No fancy-ass combed hair this time. His beard is dark and thick.]

I tried playing nice.

[There's a bat-like squeak from somewhere offscreen. Yusuke's going away present. He doesn't seem to hear it.]

More people are vanishing off the face of the earth. The wolfkid disappeared the old-fashioned way. No trace of any of them.

[Suddenly, he slams his fist on his desk.]

That's enough!

[He jabs his finger at the screen.]

As of now, I am declaring martial law. You hear me?! Nobody leaves without my permission!

[A violent gesture knocks over a glass in front of him.]

We're on lockdown!

[The video cuts out.]

[ACTION]

[Blake is in his headquarters, prowling back and forth. He can't seem to stay still, and his Pokemon have caught his restlessness. His arcanine is sniffing the air, Steve is pacing and standing on her toes to peer out the windows, his Kingler is scuttling around the old bowling lanes with its legs clack-clacking on the wood floor. There a squeaking and rustle of wings every once in a while as the last damn Zubat out of reach flaps over to a new corner. The only one that seems at rest is a Beautifly perched on top of a bank of lockers.

Blake's tread is hard and heavy. Every once in a while he hisses under his breath,] Bastards.

[[OOC: THE TIME IS NOW. If anybody's looking to ~~have fun punching an idiot in the head~~ make history by overthrowing Blake's ~~delusion~~ government, now's the opportunity.]]

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You are a moron.

Edited 2015-09-23 01:08 (UTC)

[Blake's voice sharpens as his attention is suddenly centered. The cold, dismissive voice locks him into focus and knocks him out of the worthless spiral of his thoughts.]

Come here and say that.

You do not want me to.

Lucky for you, you have no actual power.

I'm not scared of you, buddy. The bigger they are, the harder they get knocked down by shark tornadoes.

[Then there's just a sound like gritting teeth.]

As I said, there is no reason to be scared of me, seeing that you do not have any power.

[The sneer is loud in his voice.] What are you, a political assassin?

That would not be an unfair assessment, though I have made the choice to give it up.

[Blake's tone gets tight and rapid.] I'd love to hear all about how you shot JFK and all that shit, but I am having a bad fucking day.

I don't need some backseat driver asshole telling me how to do my job. Do something useful, like hogtie some of these people, or get the hell out of my face.

Your "job?" Is self-appointed, powerless, and pointless. No one is taking you seriously. I suggest you find another method of coping with a "bad day."

[Oh now, now this is seething.] I can think of a better way. It's called beating the shit out of you.

[ Scar doesn't even feel the need to retort the threat. He's seen this man, it's going to take five of him before Scar starts getting concerned. ]

I was thinking more along the lines of solitaire.

[Blake hisses] You think you're real funny, don't you.

[He had no especial bone to pick with this guy before. They'd almost gotten along. But now he is on his bad side, and Blake's bad side is most of him.]

No.

[ He actually doesn't, he just... genuinely thinks Blake could benefit from a calming activity. ]

I merely think that declaring meaningless martial law is an absurd overreaction to a "bad day."

[His voice rises to a shout that may shake the Gear.] It's not fuckin' meaningless!