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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2015-09-22 05:41 pm
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2015-09-22 05:41 pm
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[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 tohave fun punching an idiot in the head make history by overthrowing Blake's delusion government, now's the opportunity.]]
[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
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[Because no matter the result, it's sure to be entertaining. There might even be a hint of sarcasm in his voice here; he doesn't really expect it to work.]
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[His voice doesn't sound as abrasive and flippant as he's aiming for. He looks troubled.
He's been doing so damn good at not thinking about that day.
It can't be much of a god if it lets you tell it, I don't want to go back.
He tries to sound like he doesn't really give a shit when he says,]
Anybody seen it lately?
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[Unlike Sora, he... hasn't actually met Bambi yet. Sora would probably at least catch some level of familiarity. As for whether anyone's seen Arceus...]
Pretty sure it's been MIA since that mess last year. But I guess it's got its... hooves full? Beats me.
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He kicks his desk with a dull thud.] Showing up, looking all mysterious, then fucking off when somebody actually needs it. Sounds like religion all right.
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[He pauses.]
And that was five years ago.
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[He doesn't know whether to be depressed or amazed.] Five fuckin' years.
[An odd look comes over his face. Something hungry and furtive.]
How do you do it?
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[He shrugs, casting a glance off at some unseen wall for a moment, while he reaches for the side of his neck.]
At first, I was excited because I got what I wanted. I got to see another world, but now I just sort of... go through the motions. It's not a bad place to be, but I wish there was more.
[This would be the part where he'd break into song if this was a DIsney movie.]
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[Blake nods, eyes tracing the wall.]
I guess I should be grateful I'm here. If this was the real world, I'd be one of those middle-aged jackoffs in a sportscar.
[Good thing there's no singing, because that is the one thing that Blake would somehow find the power and authority to put a stop to.]
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[And it's there that he ducks his head slightly, running his hand through his hair.]
Don't get me wrong, peace is good, but here it's too safe. It just doesn't feel right.
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A relic.
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I think you've got a lot of good ideas. This world just doesn't make sense, and neither do all the people here.
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Shit, around now, I could almost go for some insanity.
[He stands straighter to hear that.] Just wanted to bring some order into the place.