Lt. Carter Blake (
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2014-09-09 05:15 am
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[19] Video/Action for Olivine - "Warm Sun, Cool Ocean Breezes, Getting Ripshit On Ham"
[The camera is pointed at the sky. It's clear for now, though clouds aren't far distant. There's the sound of waves, underlain by clicks and scraping noises very close to the speakers. The screen shifts until it is angled properly to show the one positioning it - a Clauncher. With careful movements of his claws, he makes sure that the Gear is balanced against the rocks behind it. Once he's satisfied, he scuttles backward daintily until he has room to work.
In the background, Blake is visible, wearing swim trunks and reclining on a distant beach chair and soaking in the last of the summer. Now and then an Emolga hops up and drops a Frisbee onto his bare chest, and he tosses it off across the beach again.
The Clauncher has found an expanse of clear sand and a period of time in which he is given no heed, and intends to make the most of both. With a wriggle of his tail to steady himself, he rises up and lifts his claw. A slender stream of water arcs to the ground, forming the shape of graceful cursive letters writ in dampened sand.]
SOS, please hear and heed
I've come from 'neath the sea
Observe misfortune's bitter grasp
See what's befallen me.
I came with brethren plentiful
I know not whence or why
Only that by some mischance
I caught a native's eye.
I am a humble creature; still,
I've pride and dignity
I'll tell you now, I wasn't hatched
For a brute's menagerie.
Won't anyone come lend a hand
Or wing, or pseudopod?
I'll find my way as best I can-
But spirit me from this clod!
In the background, Blake is visible, wearing swim trunks and reclining on a distant beach chair and soaking in the last of the summer. Now and then an Emolga hops up and drops a Frisbee onto his bare chest, and he tosses it off across the beach again.
The Clauncher has found an expanse of clear sand and a period of time in which he is given no heed, and intends to make the most of both. With a wriggle of his tail to steady himself, he rises up and lifts his claw. A slender stream of water arcs to the ground, forming the shape of graceful cursive letters writ in dampened sand.]
I've come from 'neath the sea
Observe misfortune's bitter grasp
See what's befallen me.
I came with brethren plentiful
I know not whence or why
Only that by some mischance
I caught a native's eye.
I am a humble creature; still,
I've pride and dignity
I'll tell you now, I wasn't hatched
For a brute's menagerie.
Won't anyone come lend a hand
Or wing, or pseudopod?
I'll find my way as best I can-
But spirit me from this clod!
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[A pause.]
... Give the device to him.
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I suppose I've little choice
[He uses his tail to sweep the sand clean and carefully picks up the Gear. His claw was never meant for handling delicate objects, but he has as a deft touch. He scuttles toward the man in the beach chair, leaving rivulets of sand behind.
Blake is basking in the sun. The Clauncher's-eye-view gives you a vista of hairy legs and then equally hairy arms, then a hand the Gear is being deposited in.
Blake, who had been beginning to nap, snorts awake.] Nghhkgh--- huh?
[He sits up some and blinks at the screen.] Russian cheesecake guy?
[...he may not be entirely awake yet.]
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[When Blake's finally on screen, Raikov steeples his fingers and grins.]
It's Raikov.
I'm crushed to know you went to the beach after I left... You could've joined me while I was there.
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Blake yawns and cracks his neck.] Right, that's what I said.
Nah, I came out here to get some sun and let my animals run around, not play beach volleyball.
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[Complete with creepy licking of the fingers.]
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[Firmly he says] You didn't say that and I didn't hear it.
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[The camera yaws up toward the blue sky as he stretches, then comes back toward his face.]
Cause if I did, I'd have to get all pissed off, and it's too damn nice a day for that.
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[Really, Blake. You walked right into that one.]
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This guy's a freak and a pervert, no doubt about it. But something about how shameless he is, how he doesn't seem to notice that these aren't things you fucking talk about, it needles at Carter. Makes it hard to ignore him like you know you should.]
Okay, how about if a lady did.
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[Depending on the woman, at least.]
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So what makes the difference?
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... Fine. You win this round.
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[He crosses his arms, and he's just going to be smug here for a minute.]
Moral of the story is, don't touch my balls.
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It'd still be the best handjob you've ever gotten if I was able to.
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