Lt. Carter Blake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2015-03-09 03:00 am
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2015-03-09 03:00 am
[21] Video/Action for Goldenrod - "I'm gonna rule this world."
[In a square in the center of Goldenrod City, a small crowd has gathered. A show is about to start.
There's a crude stage that's been freshly hammered together. Near the back, a little Snubbull is tapping in the last few nails. The platform wobbles but holds as a man climbs up it, then takes a place at a podium in the center. He's wearing a white button-up shirt and, in concession to his ambitions, a tie. He looks toward the camera.] Hey, Newt. You got that thing running?
[The camera's view nods up and down.]
All right.
[He holds his arms up for silence. Then, when no one quite pays attention, he barks,] Hey! All of you! Shut up!
[That's much more effective. When the eyes of the curious onlookers are on him, he plants his hands on the sides of the podium and clears his throat.]
All of you. Locals, people from the real world, people from the fuckin' moon. You know me. See, I've been here a long, long time. Two damn years, and I know some of you have been here longer. I was thinking about that, and you know what I realized?
[His voice gets louder and clearer as he finds his rhythm.]
I realized I'm not a fuckin' tourist. None of us are. This is our world as much as it is theirs-- and nobody is doing dick to run it.
Look around. Everybody does whatever they damn well please, and that's real nice right up until the minute some idiot starts planting bombs around. The closest thing to somebody in charge is the police, and they're a goddamn joke who give terrorists a week picking up garbage and then set them loose again. There's nobody calling the shots.
That changes today.
[His boots thud on plywood as he tramps back and forth along the stage, and his speech takes a turn toward harangue.]
When bees and sharks came crashing through people's windows, who smacked them right back out? Me. When some moron went around shooting lasers at the city, who knocked him out of the sky? Me. When a couple armies of fire and water idiots tried to wreck up the place with giant monsters, who went out to stop them? [He jerks his thumb to his chest.] Me.
[His voice is getting louder and louder. The cords stand out on his neck.]
And I'm not some jumped-up fourteen-year-old who thinks he's magic. I've been around the block in the real world. I have decades on the front lines. I haven't just lead people, I've lead them into tenements full of crackheads with shotguns. That has to mean something, even here.
Somebody around here has to get shit in order, and I'm done waiting.
[His tread takes him back to the podium. He grips the sides with his coarse-knuckled hands and leans over it to look straight into the Gear.]
I'm not asking you. I'm telling you.
From now on, I'm the head honcho around here.
[He jabs his finger at the camera.]
Stand with me or get out of my way.
There's a crude stage that's been freshly hammered together. Near the back, a little Snubbull is tapping in the last few nails. The platform wobbles but holds as a man climbs up it, then takes a place at a podium in the center. He's wearing a white button-up shirt and, in concession to his ambitions, a tie. He looks toward the camera.] Hey, Newt. You got that thing running?
[The camera's view nods up and down.]
All right.
[He holds his arms up for silence. Then, when no one quite pays attention, he barks,] Hey! All of you! Shut up!
[That's much more effective. When the eyes of the curious onlookers are on him, he plants his hands on the sides of the podium and clears his throat.]
All of you. Locals, people from the real world, people from the fuckin' moon. You know me. See, I've been here a long, long time. Two damn years, and I know some of you have been here longer. I was thinking about that, and you know what I realized?
[His voice gets louder and clearer as he finds his rhythm.]
I realized I'm not a fuckin' tourist. None of us are. This is our world as much as it is theirs-- and nobody is doing dick to run it.
Look around. Everybody does whatever they damn well please, and that's real nice right up until the minute some idiot starts planting bombs around. The closest thing to somebody in charge is the police, and they're a goddamn joke who give terrorists a week picking up garbage and then set them loose again. There's nobody calling the shots.
That changes today.
[His boots thud on plywood as he tramps back and forth along the stage, and his speech takes a turn toward harangue.]
When bees and sharks came crashing through people's windows, who smacked them right back out? Me. When some moron went around shooting lasers at the city, who knocked him out of the sky? Me. When a couple armies of fire and water idiots tried to wreck up the place with giant monsters, who went out to stop them? [He jerks his thumb to his chest.] Me.
[His voice is getting louder and louder. The cords stand out on his neck.]
And I'm not some jumped-up fourteen-year-old who thinks he's magic. I've been around the block in the real world. I have decades on the front lines. I haven't just lead people, I've lead them into tenements full of crackheads with shotguns. That has to mean something, even here.
Somebody around here has to get shit in order, and I'm done waiting.
[His tread takes him back to the podium. He grips the sides with his coarse-knuckled hands and leans over it to look straight into the Gear.]
I'm not asking you. I'm telling you.
From now on, I'm the head honcho around here.
[He jabs his finger at the camera.]
Stand with me or get out of my way.
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Get real.
[His words came out in a low growl to counter Blake's own enthusiasm (in a sense of the word.]
You almost had me for a minute or two--place is run like a mess, sure. Can't argue that one.
But you think you're some important shit just because you've dealt with some idiot humans with guns? Spare me. You're no knight or soldier, and you need to quit actin' like one before I come over there and show you a real one.
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Soldiers don't run the world, and the only knights that still exist are doing dinner theater.
If you're so damn qualified to be in charge, why haven't you done anything about it?
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But you don't know how bad things could be. Were you here for that time Shedinja ate a bunch of people's souls? Cause we fixed that pretty goddamn quick, and I can tell ya as someone that's been here a hell of a lot longer than you: this place has worked pretty well without your ever so important presence.
[not even mad, bro.]
Not to mention nobody's gonna stand for this. Anybody here with half a brain is gonna say the same as me.
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[He reins himself in and moderates his voice.]
So people have scraped by through disasters on their own, that's fan-fucking-tastic, but that's not exactly an ideal situation. When something big comes along, you can't waste time arguing. You need somebody calling the shots.
People here'll have the sense to see that.
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And what makes you any better than Team Rocket, comin' in here declaring yourself ruler? I've dealt with someone before that thought he was above everyone else, y'know....had all the power in the world, and you wanna know who stopped him cold? A teenage human kid that disagreed with him.
Here's what I'm drivin' at: I don't give a shit what you think you've been through. It's obvious you're some idiot human with a god complex that has no real concept of what he's doing. There's a difference between 'establishing order' and 'taking over the damn world'. You're gonna fail, and you're gonna get your head kicked in by the people you don't think can recognize a threat when they see one.
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Those assholes don't do anything but try to wreck shit. I'm here to put a damn functioning society together. We can't all run around like little kids in the backyard forever.
And yeah, I'm not some fancy magic asshole from space: I'm a human like anybody else. The only difference is I'm stepping up and taking responsibility.
People'll always bitch about getting what's good for them, but there's people with the guts and decency to stand up, too.
The only people I'm a threat to is the god damn terrorists. Are you on their side?
[Blake is especially riled up because he'd thought Lancer was a decent guy.]
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[Sighing, Lancer ran a hand through his hair in frustration.]
Look, idiot. You aren't wrong about this place needing to get its shit together once in a while. But you can't just take over, are you really that stupid?
How many armies've you led before? Cause I'm guessing it's zero, and that's what you're looking to do here. You can't lead an army without respect, and you ain't gonna get a shred of respect if you waltz in going 'everyone's going to listen to me whether you like it or not'.
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I don't see you with any better ideas, asshole.
Armies have nothing to do with anything. I've lead a damn police precinct, and that's more than you've ever done.