lieutenantantichrist | [25] [Video/Action for Goldenrod] - "You Leave Philly and Bad Shit Happens"

[VIDEO]

[The flag behind Blake is scorched and askew from where one of his firehorses brushed too close to it. His eyes are dark-rimmed, and have a hint of a wild sheen. No fancy-ass combed hair this time. His beard is dark and thick.]

I tried playing nice.

[There's a bat-like squeak from somewhere offscreen. Yusuke's going away present. He doesn't seem to hear it.]

More people are vanishing off the face of the earth. The wolfkid disappeared the old-fashioned way. No trace of any of them.

[Suddenly, he slams his fist on his desk.]

That's enough!

[He jabs his finger at the screen.]

As of now, I am declaring martial law. You hear me?! Nobody leaves without my permission!

[A violent gesture knocks over a glass in front of him.]

We're on lockdown!

[The video cuts out.]

[ACTION]

[Blake is in his headquarters, prowling back and forth. He can't seem to stay still, and his Pokemon have caught his restlessness. His arcanine is sniffing the air, Steve is pacing and standing on her toes to peer out the windows, his Kingler is scuttling around the old bowling lanes with its legs clack-clacking on the wood floor. There a squeaking and rustle of wings every once in a while as the last damn Zubat out of reach flaps over to a new corner. The only one that seems at rest is a Beautifly perched on top of a bank of lockers.

Blake's tread is hard and heavy. Every once in a while he hisses under his breath,] Bastards.

[[OOC: THE TIME IS NOW. If anybody's looking to ~~have fun punching an idiot in the head~~ make history by overthrowing Blake's ~~delusion~~ government, now's the opportunity.]]

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[Can you hear Roy's eyebrow raising. There's a long silence, then a little laugh.]

Sorry to say, Lieutenant, but I'm a bit out of your jurisdiction and above your pay grade.

[He does not sound sorry at all.]

[There's a lot of things Blake hates. Little yappy dogs, people who won't shut up while you're trying to get something done, rain.

There's nothing in the world he hates quite as much as being laughed at.

The fraying threads holding his temper snap clean in half.]

Listen here, you little prick. I've been walking this beat for years, and you don't have the first fuckin' clue what you're dealing with. Now you're gonna sit down, shut up, and do what I say!

I'm not going to do any one of those. I seem to be dealing with someone who hit the highest rank they're going to achieve and burned out. You're overreacting, and if you're not overreacting, you're doing a damn poor job of convincing me or anyone else that there's something to act on.

You son of a bitch.

[The sheer force of loathing in his voice could sear a hole in iron. He knows what this bastard is: every pissant who's ever thought they were better than him. Everybody who's ever looked at him and let it show on their face that they saw a worthless small-time thug.]

I know guys like you. You're one of those fuckin' desk jockeys who thinks they're above it all. You've never had to get your own hands dirty. I've earned this, asshole. You'd piss yourself if you ever had to deal with the shit I have.

There aren't any 'guys like me'.

But I have the information I was looking for now, and it would be a shame to ignore more pleasant company to compare scars and war stories with you. Good look with your reign over Monster Island, Lieutenant.

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They're a dime a fucking dozen, and all they ever do is get in the real men's way.

[Suspicion flares. He can't let him go that easily. His grip is tight on the phone.]

Information?! The hell are you talking about?

Good day, Lieutenant.

[Blake might want to keep talking but Roy isn't.]

You're gonna regret this, jackass.

[The last time somebody disrespected him like this, Blake ended up suckerpunching him from batback.]