lieutenantantichrist | [29] Video/Action for Goldenrod - "I will smack your face off of your face! Do not add a song!"

[A Pidgey flutters to a landing on a drainpipe in Goldenrod. In its beak is a tatter of a weather-bleached campaign poster bearing the left side of Carter Blake's face.

The camera turns to glimpse the Ludicolo carrying it, then follows a man's trudging boots. The eternal background music rises and shifts into a heavy, tramping rhythm underscored by a hiss of maracas.

There's a lady walking her Houndoor. When Blake treads in a puddle that splashes the dog, it growls at him, and Blake growls right back.

That gets attention from passersby on the other side of the street. Blake whirls on them.]

I see that rancid smile
You think that I'm all ruse
Well you can walk a mile
But keep your damn hands off my shoes

[He turns to harangue a new target, oblivious to the dance routine beginning around him.]

See, my job was to beat the chaos sane
You gotta make some messes
You can't be afraid to deal some pain
There's no time for second guesses
If meting out justice is what you wanna do
You gotta put a crack in a tibia or two

[His Snubbull leaps to grab a dancer's hand and gets whirled around in a circle.]

Who're you to say I did it wrong?
Who're you to judge my sins?
You say that you care about what's right and what's fair
What you care about is who wins

You say you want a hero?
They's not what you want to see
They don't turn back, they never crack
Wake up and look at me

[Blake sweeps his arm at the gathered crowd.]

I was doing fine, I was in the clear
Didn't break down, didn't drink
Til I ended up booted over here
With nothing but time to think

[He stomps down the street faster, but their choreography keeps them all close behind him.]

Back home, I had a place to lead
I had my city and I served it
Every time I made some bastard bleed
Hell, I knew that he deserved it
I did everything I could to clean up the filth and vice
I never gave a damn that I didn't do it nice

[His voice gets rapid and louder.]

So you give it all your sweat and blood
So you believe it to the bone
So what if you were wrong when you thought that you were strong
So what if who you fought is everything you're not
So what if you can't claim you're the same as when you came
So what if you're alone?

[Blake's violent gestures cut short. The background music has never seemed so loud as when it suddenly goes silent. He leans against a storefront window, where his dim and dusty reflection lingers.]

[softly]

You say you want a hero?
They's not what you want to see
They don't turn back, they never crack
Wake up and look at me

[His head jerks up to glare at the posed crowd staring at him.]

What?!

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Yeah, that's a start.

[He types quickly with alarm]

Whatever you do, don't open your mouth!

[Blake's face twists into disgust, and he growls.

Then he glances around to make sure the area's clear (everybody's keeping a bit of distance now.) His eyes dart to the screen, and he leans in and mutters out of the side of his mouth]

Thanks.

Trying very har

[The sentence stops there. Looks like someone's going to be stuck singing for a minute or two.]

Edited 2016-01-26 21:05 (UTC)

Clefairy~

[:)

...and then a question. Because Rose needs to learn tact.]

Are you shy?

[Blake wasn't actually expecting a yes.]

Huh. That's gotta be awkward.

[He lifts his head to watch people go by, going back about their business. Now and then a snatch of impromptu song drifts through the air.]

Hey.

Don't be a dick about it to him, all right?

Everybody's got enough shit to deal with in this world.

Not plannin' on it. Like I said, he's a pal. I think we both decided to pretend it didn't happen.

Damn it! Bite your tongue and hold out!

What? Hell no. You get over any shyness the first time you stick your hands in somebody's pants to find a baggie full of crack.

I just don't sing, cause I'm a grown man and not a cartoon princess.

[Ralph's answer seems to put Blake more at ease. You don't expect a lot of sensitivity from a guy who looks like he could suplex a dinosaur, but you also don't want to go finding out that somebody you've found is surprisingly all right is an asshole after all.]

That's one way to deal with it.

Could just have been something going around in the air. People have been acting--

[Blake turns to give a look to a guy at a cafe window, who is singing, Would you give me a muffin, blueberry if you please, and the barista who replies, Would you also like a coffee, or one of our fine teas?]

--weird, lately.

Edited 2016-01-27 13:28 (UTC)

Fair?

[...okay you seem to have confused the pink fluff blob. 'Crack'? How do you put a crack in a bag? And why would you reach down someone's pants for that?

(Because she is a cinnamon roll with a mentality somewhere in elementary school who doesn't know what drugs are.)]

That too. But I can't say I blame the guy, y'know?

_{[Pardon him while he FLEXES A HUMAN-SIZED ARM. His small joke is cut short when Blake turns his attention to yet another musically possessed bastard.]}

Yikes. Reminds me of a musical game we were across from a few years ago. And that just brings us back to your little number.

[He tried. He really, really tried. The taste of failure is bitter.]

I knew I should have kept a roll of duct tape around. I swear half my team is laughing themselves to tears right now.

It's a kind of bad magic rock-- ahh, never mind. It's not important.

The thing to remember now is, if anybody asks, you didn't hear anything.

Look on the bright side: at least you're not a bad singer.

[Blake snorts.] Those are some guns all right.

[Then he looks alarmed. Shit, he thought he was in the clear.]

I wasn't singing! I was just- thinking!

Besides, games are supposed to be about shooting zombies and shit, not music.

[the reply is rapid]

i DON'T SInG

[...so humans have evolution stones of their own, but they're bad for some reason. At least, that's what Rose is taking from this. Why her dear partner hasn't seen fit to tell her about this, she doesn't know, but then he's lazy.]

Clefairy.

[She nods. She (thinks she) gets it.]

Duct tape and earplugs. That's a good plan for today. They're probably already sold out of both.

Hope it wasn't a shitty song, at least.

I can hold a tune, so it's not as bad as it could have been. Still, I haven't worked with language or rhymes since high school, and it showed.

Pretty loud thinking.

[They do make you look and act a lot different, so that's not really so far off.]

I mean it. It's our secret. Grown men don't sing.

Fair clefairy fair.

[Well, Kaile sings, and he's grown up. (Granted, he's a Wigglytuff, but.)

But if you're too shy about it to even admit that you're shy, she can keep it secret. :)]

So what would you describe it besides a "temporary loss of sense"?

That's your own fault for listening in.

Tell me you weren't one of those theater kids.

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