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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-02-04 02:35 pm
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-02-04 02:35 pm
IC Contact
"Carter Blake. What do you want?"
"Carter Blake. What do you want?"
[They're even harder when it's two stubborn men having feelings and having to say words. Their lives are hard.
It takes Bro a few moments to respond to the text, mulling it all over. He figures that's a good idea. It gives him a bit to think- and pack. His room is nothing short of messy and he's got a lot of packing to do.]
yeah alright.
i guess ill see you tomorrow.
and
thanks.
this beats the hell out of bein alone.
It takes Bro a few moments to respond to the text, mulling it all over. He figures that's a good idea. It gives him a bit to think- and pack. His room is nothing short of messy and he's got a lot of packing to do.]
yeah alright.
i guess ill see you tomorrow.
and
thanks.
this beats the hell out of bein alone.
[It's been roughly a month since Yusuke had his encounter with futzed-up Blake. He wouldn't admit it even if you paid him, but he'd been a little worried about the old man - mostly about whether or not he made it to the next town safely. After receiving a CD in the mail a couple weeks ago with Blake's name on it, though - and being surprised as hell by it, because he hadn't exactly anticipated receiving anything from Blake that wasn't a punch in the mouth - he figured that was as good a sign as any that Blake had managed to pull out of his shroom-induced stupor before he got stuck in a ditch somewhere.
In light of this, he decides that it's officially safe to call Blake up and not only acknowledge the gift, but also give him a little crap about making an ass out of himself on the network. The call's coming a little later than he intended, since the HOLIDAY MADNESS at La Casa de Hakusho has been in full swing up until now, but hey, better late than never, right? Right. Phonecall, asshole.]
Hey, Blake! Happy New Year. Didja get that piece of literature I sent you?
[That "piece of literature" being, of course, a pamphlet about the dangers of using drugs that he'd picked up at the Goldenrod City police station. It'd even had a freaky anthropomorphic Growlithe mascot on the cover and everything. Amazing.]
In light of this, he decides that it's officially safe to call Blake up and not only acknowledge the gift, but also give him a little crap about making an ass out of himself on the network. The call's coming a little later than he intended, since the HOLIDAY MADNESS at La Casa de Hakusho has been in full swing up until now, but hey, better late than never, right? Right. Phonecall, asshole.]
Hey, Blake! Happy New Year. Didja get that piece of literature I sent you?
[That "piece of literature" being, of course, a pamphlet about the dangers of using drugs that he'd picked up at the Goldenrod City police station. It'd even had a freaky anthropomorphic Growlithe mascot on the cover and everything. Amazing.]
[Blake's memories of that time are blurry, and he's fine with keeping them that way. On the great cosmic list of stuff you don't want to know, what you did and said while missing (your boyfriend?) somebody and thinking you were a horse is pretty high up there. But it's been long enough that he's feeling pretty secure. If he'd let the worst slip, it would've come back to bite him on the ass by now.
Compared to the worst case scenario, that cheerful little voice isn't so bad.
He grunts into the phone.] Yeah, real funny, smartass.
[Real cute little thing. It had some decent production values, though. Illustrations and little offset boxes that said things like MYCONOPE! THESE SPORES'LL MAKE YOUR HEAD SORE!]
You wanna know the good part?
I got two.
[PARAS IS OUR FRIEND, BUT SPARE US THE SYMPTOMS OF HALLUCINOGEN ABUSE! These include loss of muscular control, flashbacks, paranoia, and an increase in heart rate and blood pressure.]
Compared to the worst case scenario, that cheerful little voice isn't so bad.
He grunts into the phone.] Yeah, real funny, smartass.
[Real cute little thing. It had some decent production values, though. Illustrations and little offset boxes that said things like MYCONOPE! THESE SPORES'LL MAKE YOUR HEAD SORE!]
You wanna know the good part?
I got two.
[PARAS IS OUR FRIEND, BUT SPARE US THE SYMPTOMS OF HALLUCINOGEN ABUSE! These include loss of muscular control, flashbacks, paranoia, and an increase in heart rate and blood pressure.]
... no way. Seriously? You're telling me somebody jacked my idea?
[Yusuke sounds a little vexed. And he'd been so proud of himself, too! Come on.]
[Yusuke sounds a little vexed. And he'd been so proud of himself, too! Come on.]
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Not as creative as you thought, huh?
Besides, I'm not gonna make a habit of that shit. It was no big deal, anyway. I just woke up in Olivine with a crab in a little sweater.
Besides, I'm not gonna make a habit of that shit. It was no big deal, anyway. I just woke up in Olivine with a crab in a little sweater.
["A crab in a little sweater"... okay, that's a funny enough mental image that, as unreasonably miffed as Yusuke is over his brilliant gift not being so brilliant after all, it still manages to elicit an amused snort from him, which is quickly followed by him saying:]
The hell it wasn't a big deal. D'you have any idea what kinda weird shit you were saying? The way you were moaning about how hard it was to be a horse at your age, I almost expected to go on the network later that week and find a video of you bitching about waking up in a haystack on some farm somewhere with a pitchfork up your ass.
The hell it wasn't a big deal. D'you have any idea what kinda weird shit you were saying? The way you were moaning about how hard it was to be a horse at your age, I almost expected to go on the network later that week and find a video of you bitching about waking up in a haystack on some farm somewhere with a pitchfork up your ass.
[And even now that it's gotten warmer, the crab refuses to take it off.
Blake's voice is muffled for a second as he rubs his face.] Shit. Why's it gotta be horses? I don't even like horses.
[He didn't get the appeal, no matter how much Dirk tried to explain it to him.]
There can't be any permanent damage done. If I start going around talking about how great Pink Floyd is, then you can worry.
Blake's voice is muffled for a second as he rubs his face.] Shit. Why's it gotta be horses? I don't even like horses.
[He didn't get the appeal, no matter how much Dirk tried to explain it to him.]
There can't be any permanent damage done. If I start going around talking about how great Pink Floyd is, then you can worry.
Hey, speaking of which, I got that CD you sent me.
[Yusuke pauses, almost for emphasis. If the video function were on, Blake would see that he's quirking his brow a little.]
Ledian Zeppelin, huh.
[Really, Johto? Really. Really.]
[Yusuke pauses, almost for emphasis. If the video function were on, Blake would see that he's quirking his brow a little.]
Ledian Zeppelin, huh.
[Really, Johto? Really. Really.]
[Blake's voice brightens up] Hey, you can't just go around not knowing the classics, it's a fuckin' crime.
It's close enough. The cover's supposed to have naked ladies on the rocks instead of seal-things, but you take what you can get.
It's close enough. The cover's supposed to have naked ladies on the rocks instead of seal-things, but you take what you can get.
Yeah, I've heard the original guys before. Couldn't understand what the hell they were singing, but I thought they were all right. Anyway, I haven't been able to give it much of a listen yet. I made the mistake of letting a buddy of mine check it out, and so far, all I've heard of the songs on it've been through him singing along to it in his screechy-ass voice.
[Yusuke snickers.]
It's kinda funny, actually. I even caught the dumbass air-guitaring.
[Yusuke snickers.]
It's kinda funny, actually. I even caught the dumbass air-guitaring.
Wanna know the secret? Nobody can. I still don't know what "a bustle in your hedgerow" is supposed to be.
[Before Blake knows it, he's snickering too. Just at that mental image.]
See, that's what kids are meant to do. Is he a punk like you?
[Before Blake knows it, he's snickering too. Just at that mental image.]
See, that's what kids are meant to do. Is he a punk like you?
Bad euphemism for fucking?
[It sure as hell sounds dirty.]
Heh! He wishes he were like me. If we turned up here a year ago, he'd probably still be trying to kick my ass just so he could tell people back home that he did it and boost his gang's rep.
[... so basically, the answer here is: "yeah, kind of".]
[It sure as hell sounds dirty.]
Heh! He wishes he were like me. If we turned up here a year ago, he'd probably still be trying to kick my ass just so he could tell people back home that he did it and boost his gang's rep.
[... so basically, the answer here is: "yeah, kind of".]
Hey.
[Rude would never be praised for eloquence but consider this: he's actually picking up his gear to talk to someone personally. That's a step up from his normal closed-up shell. The devil's in the details, if Blake can spot it.]
[Rude would never be praised for eloquence but consider this: he's actually picking up his gear to talk to someone personally. That's a step up from his normal closed-up shell. The devil's in the details, if Blake can spot it.]
[The phone rings as Blake's out on the porch brushing the furry head of his Deino. He looks to see who's calling, and cradles it on his shoulder.]
Hey Rude.
[Blake has vague, troubling memories of somebody bald with sunglasses picking him up in the wilderness when he was...a little out of his gourd.]
What's going on?
Hey Rude.
[Blake has vague, troubling memories of somebody bald with sunglasses picking him up in the wilderness when he was...a little out of his gourd.]
What's going on?
Nothing much. Taking a short break from battling.
[Or rather, Rocket missions, but Blake doesn't need to know that.]
Yourself?
[Or rather, Rocket missions, but Blake doesn't need to know that.]
Yourself?
It was the 70s, so, probably.
[Blake considers that description] Christ, another gang member? I thought you Japanese kids were supposed to be all quiet and good at math.
But if he wants to kick your ass, he sounds like an all right guy.
[Blake considers that description] Christ, another gang member? I thought you Japanese kids were supposed to be all quiet and good at math.
But if he wants to kick your ass, he sounds like an all right guy.
Trying to get the burrs out of this thing. Maybe get his hair out of his face- [there's a snarl, a snap, and a "Dei-NO!"] Christ, fine, never mind.
[Rude's not one of those guys who chats your ear off. If he has something to say, he'll get to it in his own time.]
[Rude's not one of those guys who chats your ear off. If he has something to say, he'll get to it in his own time.]
Yeah. I don't got any appointments anywhere else.
So.
...you're OK now.
[Said as a fact rather than asked as a question, because hey, Blake's not talking about eating hay or taking on the bad guys with cop buddy Paras.]
...you're OK now.
[Said as a fact rather than asked as a question, because hey, Blake's not talking about eating hay or taking on the bad guys with cop buddy Paras.]
I woke up in a hotel room with blurry memories and a crab in a sweater. Worse shit's happened. Turn around, ya little freak.
[That last part's not to you.]
[That last part's not to you.]
Good.
[He...can guess that, yeah. That Deino's not exactly a quiet creature.
Now that Rude knows his cop buddy's OK though, he...hadn't exactly thought out the rest of the conversation. He just wanted to know if Blake had stopped eating Paras mushrooms for breakfast, and is honestly at a lost for words once the situation's been clarified.]
[He...can guess that, yeah. That Deino's not exactly a quiet creature.
Now that Rude knows his cop buddy's OK though, he...hadn't exactly thought out the rest of the conversation. He just wanted to know if Blake had stopped eating Paras mushrooms for breakfast, and is honestly at a lost for words once the situation's been clarified.]
What, like how you Americans're all supposed to be stupid and fat?
[Two can play the stereotype game, Blake! Yusuke surprisingly doesn't sound all that incensed, though. It helps that Blake got his nationality right this time.]
And yeah, he is. One of the best guys I know, actually.
[Two can play the stereotype game, Blake! Yusuke surprisingly doesn't sound all that incensed, though. It helps that Blake got his nationality right this time.]
And yeah, he is. One of the best guys I know, actually.
[Blake gets the belated feeling he's being checked up on.]
Look, I'm not planning on making a habit of it, all right? I remembered I heard you could eat those things, and there was nothing else around. That's it. I'm not gonna go getting blazed and spending my life at Laser Floyd concerts.
Look, I'm not planning on making a habit of it, all right? I remembered I heard you could eat those things, and there was nothing else around. That's it. I'm not gonna go getting blazed and spending my life at Laser Floyd concerts.
[Blake scoffs.] Says who, Europeans?
[Even a stopped clock has to be right once in a while.]
Gang rival buddies. Sounds fuckin' complicated.
[Even a stopped clock has to be right once in a while.]
Gang rival buddies. Sounds fuckin' complicated.
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