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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2016-01-23 09:03 pm
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2016-01-23 09:03 pm
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[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?!
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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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.
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[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.
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[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.
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