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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-06-23 03:24 am
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-06-23 03:24 am
[7] Video/Action for Union Cave
[The camera jounces up and down as Blake walks. It's pointed up at his face as rocks and hills pass by in the background. From time to time, there's a glimpse of the little Snubbull trotting by his side.]
Good to get out of that place. If I never see the color purple again, it'll be too soon.
[His steps slow and he turns the camera to face a dark opening in the face of the mountain.]
All the way here, "Watch out for the cave," that's what everybody keeps saying. I don't get what the big deal is. It's just a hole in the ground, and I'm a little too old to be scared of the dark. Bats, either. What are they gonna do, get in my hair?
[He turns the phone back toward himself.] Look, I'll show you.
[The screen falls into shadow as he walks into the cave. It's surprising how fast the bright daylight is left behind.]
See? [Blake's face is lit eerily by the light from the Gear. His voice echoes off the ceiling. There's a distant rustling that's probably nothing.] Nothing to it.
[There's a fluttering noise. Something touches his shoulder. Blake brushes it away.]
All you need is a little....
[Something squeaks. A shadow passes behind Blake. There's a soft rustling. Then a loud one. Blake looks up.]
[Then descends Zubat armaggeddon.]
[The Gear catches whirling impressions of wings, frantic squeaking, and a whole lot of shouting.]
Jesus fucking hell!
[Blake bursts back into sunlight with what must be the whole god damn bat population of the island swarming around him. The phone falls and lies on the ground, pointed up at where he's thrashing at the bats as the little pink blur beside him hops up and down and whacks at them with her paws]
[He rips one off his shirt and flings it away, smacks another off his back, and finally, the swarm clears out. He's left panting with his clothes torn.]
Son of a bitch. You okay Steve?
[There's a dizzy "Snub."]
[Blake goes to retrieve the Gear. As he crouches down, he feels something tickling his neck. He reaches up and feels a little Zubat, clinging with tiny claws to what little it can grab of his hair.]
[He pulls it off and holds it by the wing between thumb and forefinger. It squeaks and tries to flap, curling itself in a tiny little sideways bat pullup.]
Huh. Determined little runt.
What do I do, throw it back? Wonder if there's a minimum size, like with bass fishing.
Good to get out of that place. If I never see the color purple again, it'll be too soon.
[His steps slow and he turns the camera to face a dark opening in the face of the mountain.]
All the way here, "Watch out for the cave," that's what everybody keeps saying. I don't get what the big deal is. It's just a hole in the ground, and I'm a little too old to be scared of the dark. Bats, either. What are they gonna do, get in my hair?
[He turns the phone back toward himself.] Look, I'll show you.
[The screen falls into shadow as he walks into the cave. It's surprising how fast the bright daylight is left behind.]
See? [Blake's face is lit eerily by the light from the Gear. His voice echoes off the ceiling. There's a distant rustling that's probably nothing.] Nothing to it.
[There's a fluttering noise. Something touches his shoulder. Blake brushes it away.]
All you need is a little....
[Something squeaks. A shadow passes behind Blake. There's a soft rustling. Then a loud one. Blake looks up.]
[Then descends Zubat armaggeddon.]
[The Gear catches whirling impressions of wings, frantic squeaking, and a whole lot of shouting.]
Jesus fucking hell!
[Blake bursts back into sunlight with what must be the whole god damn bat population of the island swarming around him. The phone falls and lies on the ground, pointed up at where he's thrashing at the bats as the little pink blur beside him hops up and down and whacks at them with her paws]
[He rips one off his shirt and flings it away, smacks another off his back, and finally, the swarm clears out. He's left panting with his clothes torn.]
Son of a bitch. You okay Steve?
[There's a dizzy "Snub."]
[Blake goes to retrieve the Gear. As he crouches down, he feels something tickling his neck. He reaches up and feels a little Zubat, clinging with tiny claws to what little it can grab of his hair.]
[He pulls it off and holds it by the wing between thumb and forefinger. It squeaks and tries to flap, curling itself in a tiny little sideways bat pullup.]
Huh. Determined little runt.
What do I do, throw it back? Wonder if there's a minimum size, like with bass fishing.
Voice
It might be useful.
Voice
[The bat has found the leverage to bite him in the thumb.]
Voice
[Rude's always ready to point out the obvious.]
Voice
[There's flapping noises as Blake tries to shake the thing off his hand. It just holds on tighter until he gives up.]
Great, now I've caught a bat and rabies.
Voice
...you ok though?
[Because a whole giant swarm of zubats is pretty freaky.]
Voice
[He holds his hand still and the little bat walks out into his palm, where it sniffs the air.]
I'm fine. It'll take more than a couple rodents to get to me. Hell, they weren't even gnawing on a corpse.
Voice
Where you heading next?
Voice
Voice
It's not bad. Good bars.
Casino sucks though.
Voice
[He perks up a little.]
Yeah? The one in Violet's a dank little hole in the wall with this one guy who won't quit muttering about ghosts.
Voice
Drop my name there, you might get a discount.
[Testament to the number of nights Rude has spent nursing a drink in his hand during his first two weeks. He never got drunk but he's spent enough time there to be recognized as a frequent customer.]
Voice
Made connections here already, huh?
Voice
[Also, the bar is under the jurisdiction of a certain shady organization that Rude's part of.]
There's darts too.
A card game almost every night.
[Really, now that he stops to think about it, it really wasn't that bad a place to chill and relax.]
Voice
Regular cards, right? None of this weird overcomplicated bullshit all these kids have?
Voice
Yeah.
...sort off.
Just ignore the Pokemon designs. Everything else is the same.