Lt. Carter Blake (
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[22] [Video/Action for Goldenrod] - "I Know a Lot About the Law and Various Other Lawyerings"
[Though Blake is standing in front of a blank wall, the height of the roof and his distance from the camera hints that he's in a large building. He clears his throat and begins his address.]
Listen up, all of you. I'll make this quick.
[He clasps his hands behind his back and starts moving. He can never stay still while giving a speech like this.]
United States of Monster Island, it is time to get your shit together.
[As he walks, the Croagunk-held Gear revolves to track him, revealing that the wall has a large patch in a different color, and that something further back and to his right appears to be bowling lanes. A few feathers are scattered on the floor.]
First off, as you can see here, we got us a headquarters here in Goldenrod now. You got a problem, you come here.
The second thing we have is a problem.
See, there's an asshole out there trying to commit acts of terrorism and take shit over, and I for one am not planning on letting him.
[He shoots a hard look at the camera. A feather drifts against his foot.]
If you're over eighteen, consider yourself drafted. Man or woman, it doesn't matter when it's a magic animal doing the work. Stand ready to get called up.
[He notices something stuck to him. He scowls, grabs the feather off his pant leg, and brandishes it at the camera.]
In the meantime, somebody clean up these goddamn things.
I've been doing some calling around. It turns out a Center in the Sevii Islands went incommunicado at just about that time that moron was swaggering around bragging about taking one over.
Your assignment is to take your flying and swimming monsters and scout out the area. I'll be sending my bat, too. We find this idiot, then we make him regret who he screwed with.
Listen up, all of you. I'll make this quick.
[He clasps his hands behind his back and starts moving. He can never stay still while giving a speech like this.]
United States of Monster Island, it is time to get your shit together.
[As he walks, the Croagunk-held Gear revolves to track him, revealing that the wall has a large patch in a different color, and that something further back and to his right appears to be bowling lanes. A few feathers are scattered on the floor.]
First off, as you can see here, we got us a headquarters here in Goldenrod now. You got a problem, you come here.
The second thing we have is a problem.
See, there's an asshole out there trying to commit acts of terrorism and take shit over, and I for one am not planning on letting him.
[He shoots a hard look at the camera. A feather drifts against his foot.]
If you're over eighteen, consider yourself drafted. Man or woman, it doesn't matter when it's a magic animal doing the work. Stand ready to get called up.
[He notices something stuck to him. He scowls, grabs the feather off his pant leg, and brandishes it at the camera.]
In the meantime, somebody clean up these goddamn things.
I've been doing some calling around. It turns out a Center in the Sevii Islands went incommunicado at just about that time that moron was swaggering around bragging about taking one over.
Your assignment is to take your flying and swimming monsters and scout out the area. I'll be sending my bat, too. We find this idiot, then we make him regret who he screwed with.
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[Well, then.]
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I'm locating the enemy and getting a strike team together. I don't see you getting anything fucking done.
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[He's a pirate. He does as he pleases.]
Where are those Sevii Islands of yours, anyway?
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It's in Kanto. Quite a ways south, if I've done my reading correctly.
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[His lip quirks wryly.] Then it's past time to try something new.
Don't you want to see this asshole get what's coming to him?
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You... expect this to work, then.
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I expect somebody to get their ass kicked.
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They're out in the boonies, south of Kanto. Nobody much gives a damn, so it wasn't easy to figure out they'd dropped off the radar.
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[sIGH. Blake really wasn't good with the public relations aspect of the law, was he?]
Where exactly is this headquarters, anyway? I'll stop by.
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[He doesn't seem too put out by that, though. His eyes and gestures are crackling with energy.]
It's a big old building on the east side. 142 Snover Boulevard.
Come on down and be ready to fight.
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I'm afraid I can't help you with the feathers.
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... Fine. Where's the Sevii Islands?
[Also please be a boat. He doesn't have Surf...]
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It's south, in Kanto's neighborhood of things. I'm pretty sure quite a few people aren't exactly close.
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Actually, that's a shit metaphor, what the fuck is he doing.
tl;dr this is one of those moments where playing both sides of the field suddenly means both armies are trying to draft you as reinforcements at once, and hoo boy okay it's time to do some fast-talking.
This poor sap has no idea Cobra's got a hit out on him, does he. Well, it's nice to see that nobody's gotten to him yet, at least.]
Declaring war already, Mr. President?
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Mr. President. Yeah, he likes the sound of that.]
Yep. It's time to stomp that pissant into the ground.
Should be fun.
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Leaders give orders, not suggestions.
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So, rather than ridicule Blake, Riku responds with a firm expression, raising a clenched fist.]
Works for me, but do we keep it subtle or barge right in? There's probably enough of us to overpower the place, but sometimes it pays to keep things on the down low.
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That's the expression he likes to see, the kind that says somebody's ready to kick some ass.]
Keep it on the down low for now. [Besides announcing it all over the network.] We want to scout it out and see what we're dealing with first.
Then we go all in.
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I'd love to assist you, though I'm not sure how I'll make it there. Seems quite a distance from Goldenrod City, though I'm more than willing to try.