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[3] Video/Action for Violet City

[The camera is pointed at a Munna sitting on a picnic table. It stares back with serene, unblinking eyes.]

[It turns to show Blake, who has strain showing around his eyes and does not look real fucking happy.]

I have this aardvark piggy bank thing and it doesn't make any sense.

Whenever I let the damn thing out, it keeps floating off and then coming back in the middle of the night and chewing on my head. It's-- [his eyes avoid looking directly into the screen] It's goddamn weird.

[There's something else, but he can't go announcing it. The last thing he needs is people thinking he's a nut.]

Does anybody know anything about these things? The phone doesn't say much useful- [he breaks off and shouts offscreen] Hey! Get out of there!

[The phone is tossed down on the table. Sideways, the screen shows the Munna diving into Blake's backpack where it's sitting on the bench. Cheerfully ignoring Blake swearing at it and trying to grab it, it scatters things all over the place with its stubby legs until it finds what it was looking for. It floats up with a spoon floating in front of its face.]

[It stares straight at Blake as the spoon bends at a ninety-degree angle.]

[Blake growls at it] And stop doing that!

[The spoon unbends itself.]

[Blake crosses his arms and nods firmly.] That's better.

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[Norman is in his own little world walking down Violet City. That Pokegear of his has practically become another appendage. Always scrolling around, finding different Pokeman species, occasionally sneaking in a game of Tetris or two...

Walking along with him is a small, shiny Torchic who tries to keep up with Norman's long strides. Sometimes he just doesn't understand being 5'9'' means your taller than most people here. At least that's what his team can testify to.]

[When he does finally unlock his eyes from the screen, he finds Blake not so far from him trying to tame a...pink baby elephant? Jee, Blake sure did get a head start on this training. That's more than Norman has ever caught his first few weeks here.

Blake may be a psychotic cop hell bent on punching anything that breathes but Norman is starting to see a different side to him. One that isn't a psychotic asshole. A lot calmer than what Norman was used to seeing.

He walks up to the two, watching the baby pink squishy thing bend and unbend a spoon. It's quite damn impressive to be honest. Norman has never seen psychic pokemon in action.]

Having some trouble?

[It's not Blake's fault that somebody gave him an easter egg and he couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.]

[The pink thing's flopped onto its back on the table and is going "Mun" at him, like that's a fucking excuse.]

[It makes a weird kind of burping noise. For a second, there almost looks like there's a wisp of smoke out of its mouth.]

[and Blake's alone in cold water]

[He blinks and the day's clear again. What doesn't fade as quickly is the sense of helplessness and fear.]

[There's footsteps coming closer. Blake turns to see who it is. Of course it has to be him. It was probably inevitable that they'd run into each other again. The city's not big. That doesn't mean Blake has to be happy about it. What the hell can he even say to him after what happened with Shaun?]

[glances at him with an old, nostalgic irritation] I was fine until you showed up.

[Just like the good ol' days that's for sure. Norman could return with a scathing retort but it's not his place to do so. For the first time since he's ever met Blake, he hasn't done anything wrong.

Norman looks at him dolefully like a kid who's accidentally spilled milk all over the kitchen. He knows he has much to do with Shaun believing that he's the killer and hasn't said a word about the "truth".

The Torchic finally catches up with the agent and takes a seat right next to him.]

Blake, if this is about what happened the other day...

[Just like home, except for the pink psychic piggy bank floating over to Jayden and bonking gently into his head. She wonders if his dreams are tasty.]

[It's unsettling to see Jayden looking subdued. It doesn't look right on him. Reminds him of how beaten he looked, apologizing back in the Pokemon Center. Blake had always thought it would be satisfying to make the asshole back down.]

[Steve, who'd been sniffing around the grass, comes over to give the little bird a sniff instead.]

It's not about that. The kid believes what he believes. Who knows why a kid thinks anything. It has nothing to do with you, unless you're the one telling him I killed his dad.

[Augh! It feels so weird. Like an organ with floral patterns coming right for your soul. He flinches when the squishy pig touches his face.]

No. No of course not.

[Norman may have been equally sarcastic and full of rage as Blake back then. Chalk it up to having several days to find a kid drowning on the clock. It can put you a little on edge. In reality, the guy is still green underneath. He doesn't have the same gruff'n'tough experience Blake has faced in the past.

~~Unless you count being a scared shitless when there's a gun pointed at your face.~~

Norman looks curiously at the Munna. Can...Can he touch it? He carefully tries to hold it gently with both of his hands, wary that it might to do something in defense.]

You don't want to see my face then. Hate to break it to you Blake but that's not going to happen.

[Meanwhile the Torchic perks up when he realizes there is a Snubull sniffing him out. He pecks the air as a warning. Chipotle hates being sniffed.]

[If it's going to freak out Norman, Blake might warm to the thing a little.]

[For once there's not much fight in Blake's voice.] Didn't think so. You're not that kind of asshole.

[It would've been nice to be able to blame him.]

[That sort of situation brings out the worst in people, but Blake's used to it (and pretty bad to start with).]

[~~Oh, like when some dick is telling a crazy guy he can't kill the Antichrist with a gun and practically daring him to give it a try? That kind of nerve-wracking experience?~~]

[The Munna doesn't mind. She likes attention, especially from people whose brains smell interesting. She makes a friendly lowing noise.]

[It's kind of funny to see Jayden holding the thing like a bomb.]

We're not stuck as partners here, Norman. But the point is the kid. You're looking out for him, and he thinks I'm a psycho murderer. Doesn't work out. There's no way to convince him I'm not gonna hurt him, and believe it or not, terrifying an eleven-year-old isn't my idea of fuckin' fun. As soon as my team's tough enough, I'm getting out of here and putting some miles between us.

[Steve backs off courteously. She doesn't mean to alarm the pretty bird.]

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You could try talking to it. Munnas are psychic types, so they can talk back.

[He smirks, fighting back a snicker. Yeah, he doesn't expect this guy to take it well.]

Also, they eat dreams.

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[Oh hey, it's Rick. Carter's actually relieved to see the smug brat. He was a pain, but he talked like he knew what was going on here.]

Wrecking silverware, that's one thing, but anybody hearing voices in their head is a loon plain and simple.

[he doesn't sound as confident as he'd like to. To be honest, he sounds disturbed.]

Voices one day, crosses and pills everywhere the next.

Yeah, dreams, that's what the phone said. How the hell would that even work.

Your first mistake is questioning it in the first place. I'd argue ninety percent of what happens here is illogical by most worlds' standards. Telepathic tapirs that feed on dreams? That's tame compared to pink blobs that can transform into other Pokémon, soul-eating chandeliers, fish that evolve into sea serpents, and the ledges...

[He shrugs. Really, three years in the Pokémon world's left him completely comfortable with all the absurdities. Not that he can blame Carter for his bewilderment.]

[He has a point.]

I'm not even gonna ask about the rest of that.

[Blake looks warily to the side, then leans in toward the phone and lowers his voice.]

That thing's really trying to talk to me? I'm not losing my goddamn mind?

Coming from a guy with three Psychic types? Yeah, I'd say you're in the clear.

It's just one of their special quirks, I guess.

[Even if head voices... definitely take some getting used to.]

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[The video clicks on with a pretty amused looking Emily staring at the screen. She gives Blake a little wave before saying anything.]

Hi, mister lieutenant Blake! It's good to see you again!

I don't know anything about that creature, but... I have noticed that Corvo likes to do that sometimes, too- bend spoons, I mean. He does it after I finish eating lunch, so usually I have to find a new spoon every time.

It would be annoying if it wasn't so fun to watch!

Hey Emily. How's the monster fighting going? [the smile's a good sign, and she doesn't look like she's been mauled by anything.]

[Psychics are bullshit, even if there is one right in front of him. Blake has to take this a little at a time. Floating pink floral pigs can do whatever they want, but people are different.]

Your friend's a magician, huh.

[Emily perks up at that- she's actually fought a few! She hasn't left yet, nor has she actually caught anything, but she has fought. And it was exciting!]

I think it's going great! Corvo has got a few levels and he seems pretty strong! It was a lot of fun. At first I was worried about hurting them, but then the thing I beat up got up and walked away after a little while. So I didn't kill it or anything! That's good, right? I didn't throw one of those balls at it because... Well, it seems kind of mean. But I might do that later. Corvo and I are good right now! I got a free egg from the breeding center, too! I really can't wait for it to hatch. And I can buy eggs with my own money, too! I even got a job, mister lieutenant Blake! An actual job, and got actual money! I haven't ever got a job before. It's a lot of hard work, but I can definitely handle it! Especially since I get money from it and can buy more eggs. Eggs seem a lot better than trapping things in balls, I think, which is why I like them and would like to buy lots of them!

[She proceeds to ramble on for several more minutes about how exciting it is to work at the Pokemon store, and how she's meeting lots of new people here with special focus on how much she prefers eggs over pokeballs. She's apparently in a rambly mood, because it's several minutes later before she actually responds to his latter statement.]

Oh and yes, he is a magician! Except the real kind, and not the fake kind, because he does real magic!

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[That is a whole lot of excited little girl talking. Blake can't compete with that.]

Slow down, kid-

[He gives up pretty quick and just lets her go. She sounds a hell of a lot better than before. He's a little bemused that she has the same job as him. Does this place not have child labor laws? Eventually, she runs out of breath and winds down.]

Found your feet, huh. Smart girl.

I thought you said your guy Corvo wasn't here?

Don't ask me how, but these things always get up okay even if you beat the-- if you beat them up a lot. They don't care about being hit with those balls, either. Weird, huh? They pop right out ready to be your friend. Eggs're more work. Gotta carry them around.

[Blake doesn't have the heart to tell her magic's fake.]

I sure did! At first I didn't know what to do, but I'm figuring it out.

[Hmm? She looks confused at the Corvo comment, and then realizes-]

Oh! Sorry, I named my little Pokemon Corvo! The real Corvo isn't here, still...

and I don't mind carrying them around! I'm still trying to convince myself that they don't mind being in the balls, but it's hard, because... I don't like being locked in small places, so... I don't think they would either? But people keep telling me it's okay, so I guess I'll have to do it sometime? For now though, I'll stick to eggs.

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[Have Laguna, with his own Munna (though his is a green colour) sleeping on his lap.]
Well - I've had Elle for a bit, so I guess I could help? Though she's a bit odd, too.

[Oh, his doesn't have to be fucking pink.]

[Right now, Blake's willing to take any help he can get.]

[guardedly] Odd how?

[He's not going to bring up voices in his head. That's for crazy people, and he's not nuts. He's the sanest damn person in the world.]

Are they supposed to not blink?

Well, she eats away my dreams. It's normally fine, it's kind of helping me with some memory issues, but sometimes she tries to grip t' my head in the middle of work!
[Laguna gives a bit of a laugh.]
Plus, she's never made a sound, like, at all. She hasn't blinked either.

[Blake echoes flatly] Eats dreams. Tell me that's a metaphor or something.

[This guy looks cheerful about it, like it's not all creepy as hell.]

[He tries to be subtle.] You've never...heard anything from her?

THAT HAS TO BE ONE OF THE UGLIEST THINGS I HAVE SEEN DURING MY JOHTO SLASH KANTO ADVENTURE.
WHAT EVEN POSSESSED YOU THAT SOMETHING FLOATING AROUND
LOOKING LIKE *THAT* NONETHELESS
WAS SOMETHING THAT WOULD FIT WELL INTO YOUR TEAM?
IT JUST KIND OF SCREAMS PSYCHIC ANYWAY.

You think I asked for this little freak? The damn egg showed up out of nowhere and now I can't get rid of it. Nobody told me a goddamn easter egg would give me a floral psychic guinea pig.

DID I ASK FOR A BLURB ON HOW YOU GOT YOUR BEAST?
NO, I DIDN'T.

Yes you fucking did!

Now, did you just pop in to be an asshole, or are you going to tell me how to make this thing stop slobbering on me?

I SURE MOTHERFUCKING DID NOT.
NOW *IF* YOU WANT MY ADVICE
AND LET ME TELL YOU THAT IT'D ACTUALLY WORK!
THEN DON'T GET ALL SASSY THROUGH YOUR PLAIN ASS TEXT.

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