[22] [Video/Action for Goldenrod] - "I Know a Lot About the Law and Various Other Lawyerings"

[lieutenantantichrist]

[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.

Comments

[Private] [Text]

[wing_attack]

Regal does, and he's the only one really big enough for me to ride on right now. He's a good flier, but I don't want to push him so hard that he gets hurt.

[Private] [Text]

[ladywithnovoice]

I guess I can't ask for a ride, then.

Good luck getting there. Need any supplies or are you good on your own?

[Private] [Text]

[wing_attack]

Sorry. I don't have the HM or I'd round up some extras.

I'm fine for supplies. I know how to conserve stuff on the road. Regal's good, but it'll still take me a bit to get there.

[Private] [Text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Just get there. I want everybody ready to move out once we have a location for this guy.

[Private] [Text]

[wing_attack]

I said I'd be there. Don't worry about aerial scouting. I know how to find things from the air.

[Private] [Text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

You talked about being in some kind of war. What were you, in the air force?

[Private] [Text]

[wing_attack]

You could call it that. I'd tell you the details but you've made it pretty clear that you don't want to believe in that kind of thing, so I'll save you the headache.

[Private] [Text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake won't argue that point.] Right. You can deal with a bird's-eye view, that's what's important.

If this idiot is really gearing up a war machine, there'll have to be some signs.

[Private] [Text]

[wing_attack]

Unless he's doing it underground, but even then there'll be tracks leading to and from whatever entrance he's using.

[Private] [Text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Yeah. He hasn't had time to put together some kind of Viet Cong tunnel setup. There has to be something to see.

[Private] [Text]

[wing_attack]

Even if it's just machinery tracks, there's going to be some sort of signs. I can tell Regal what to scout for and he'll find it.

He won't be able to hide for long.

[Private] [Text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Good. Do it, and tell me the minute you find anything.

[Private] [Text]

[wing_attack]

You got it.