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[3] Video/Action for Violet City

[The camera is pointed at a Munna sitting on a picnic table. It stares back with serene, unblinking eyes.]

[It turns to show Blake, who has strain showing around his eyes and does not look real fucking happy.]

I have this aardvark piggy bank thing and it doesn't make any sense.

Whenever I let the damn thing out, it keeps floating off and then coming back in the middle of the night and chewing on my head. It's-- [his eyes avoid looking directly into the screen] It's goddamn weird.

[There's something else, but he can't go announcing it. The last thing he needs is people thinking he's a nut.]

Does anybody know anything about these things? The phone doesn't say much useful- [he breaks off and shouts offscreen] Hey! Get out of there!

[The phone is tossed down on the table. Sideways, the screen shows the Munna diving into Blake's backpack where it's sitting on the bench. Cheerfully ignoring Blake swearing at it and trying to grab it, it scatters things all over the place with its stubby legs until it finds what it was looking for. It floats up with a spoon floating in front of its face.]

[It stares straight at Blake as the spoon bends at a ninety-degree angle.]

[Blake growls at it] And stop doing that!

[The spoon unbends itself.]

[Blake crosses his arms and nods firmly.] That's better.

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Fuck you.

[Just like old times.]

[he growls at the animals] Both of you cut it out.

[But the bird is pecking her person! Steve stands protectively in front of Blake. She towers over the little Torchic. However, she believes they can resolve this like reasonable Pokemon.]

Chipotle? What do you call the other ones, McDonald's and Taco Bell?

[While Blake's trying to deal with what a giant dork Norman is, the Munna, who is watching with quiet interest, makes a small burping noise]

[Suddenly, just for an instant, everybody close by gets a feeling of being trapped in cold water.]

Not this name shit again Blake! Give it a break already. You don't even know which chipotle I'm talking about.

[Dammit is Chipotle still barkin' at Steve?

YEP! ~~Fuck the police!~~ Chipotle isn't done until Chipotle let's the world known that he is a Torchic to be reckoned with.

Just as he is about to go in to give Blake another pecking, his little body feels a cold sensation riding straight up its' little spine and instantly backs off.]

Augh!

[Norman's body flinches.]

You're right, it doesn't matter what you call it. It doesn't listen to you anyway.

[Get your damn chicken under control, Norman.]

[Not that Steve's any better. She's growling and chiding the Torchic for bad manners. You're not supposed to attack trainers, everyone knows that.]

[Then she quiets and shivers.]

[Blake looks disturbed, but, tellingly, not surprised. He shoots a hunted glance at Norman.]

Tell me you felt that.

[The Munna floats up and hovers a few inches above the table]

(bitter dream)

[No surprise these two could find some common ground to argue but everything comes into an eerie halt after that short yet strange sensation Norman felt.]

I...

[For a second he looks lost, his eyes divert to his left and then his right until they focus on Blake again.]

I felt something.

[He rolls his shoulder.]

But I don't know what.

[Steve huddles by Blake's leg and wraps her stubby arms around herself. Blake's hand rests on her head and his fingers idly run over the short pink fur.]

[warily, waiting for Jayden to laugh in his face or call him crazy] Something cold.

Like... [he looks away, not wanting to finish it, but he doesn't really have a choice.]

...rain.

Yeah. Yeah that's it.

[The Torchic retreats back to Norman. Little Chipotle has no idea what to do with himself. This is one of the few times where an outside force can completely shut the bird up.]

[Norman on the other hand doesn't look too good. The agent breaks out in a cold sweat as his stomach is starting to turn on him. He shakes his head to knock off the ill-feeling lingering inside.]

Wait. If we both felt the same thing then does that-?

[He eyes the Munna in front of him.]

Yeah. It's gotta be coming from that.

[Carter rubs his head. He doesn't look that great either, pale and shaken. But it could be worse. At least this shit's not coming from inside his own head. He never thought he'd be glad to have Jayden around.]

[he looks down at his hands and mutter] It's been doing that almost as long as I've been in the city. That's why I usually keep it locked up in one of those ball things. I'd get rid of it if it weren't useful in a fight.

Shit, it almost makes that crap out eating dreams sound plausible.

[The Munna catches the word eat. She could use a snack. It's not as good as dreams, but sometimes when people are awake she can get a taste. She floats over and nibbles on the back of Norman's head.]

[No. Bad Munna. We do not snack on the dreams of FBI agents. But it's too late for Norman as he can feel an odd sensation on the back of his head. Like there is an invisible hand massaging his brain.

And for what? A small glimpse of the planet Mars being overrun by tiny blue tanks? It's gross. Don't touch it.

Norman winces. Unsure if he should grab the Munna again.]

Is it always this friendly?

[The Munna sighs happily and keeps gnawing]

(salty, bright sour, see through the blue)

Yeah, it does that to everybody. Keep waking up to it stuck to my head.

Heh. [Blake looks weakly amused. Seeing something give Jayden crap cheers him up a little.] It likes you. Want it?

[It can hold its own in a fight, but he can catch something else that can do that while staying out of his brain.]

[Screw it. The little guy isn't doing any harm. Let the Munna do its' Munna thing. As long as it doesn't start eating his brain bit by bit. I know Blake doesn't have one but still- there are much tastier options. ]

Thanks but my hands are full.

[Right on cue emerges Alvin from Norman's coat like a baby kangaroo. The bug-eyed look on the Patrat makes him look like a deer under the headlights.

What is his life? He doesn't know.]

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[Hey Blake's brain is fucking delicious. ...wait, no.]

[Mark is happy right there. It's not as good as dreams, but Norman's mind is fizzy, like Pop Rocks.]

[Blake sighs and clasps his hands loosely between his knees.] I don't trust it. You think these things can be evil?

[On edge as he is, he jumps half out of his skin when the little chipmunk thing bursts out of nowhere. Steve hops back a step.]

Is "giant creepy eyes" a fucking subspecies of these things?

[Yep. It's pretty fizzy up there. Like a thousand of tiny bubbles floating around his cranium.

Watch it there, Mark. Too much fizz and you'll be bloated for the rest of the day.]

Oh, I'm sorry. This too much for you? I thought you street cops were thicker than that. I didn't think you'd get so paranoid.

[Y'know, he kind of likes this. Norman can stand proudly in front of Blake like a deranged man with a floating pig suckling at his head and a chipmunk sticking out from his coat.]

You mean the same way "small pink critters" are a subspecies? Yeah, I guess we're not too far off from each other.

Great. I've got a psychic jackass, and you've got a rat with rabies.

[Norman's hair is going to be stuck in some odd directions after this.]

Why don't you fuck off, Norman? Christ, you being an asshole, that has to be the one fuckin' constant thing in the universe. It's not paranoid when there's a pig in your head talking about drowning.

[Blake should've known he wouldn't be any help. At the same time, in a weird way, it is kind of reassuring that one thing hasn't changed.]

[Steve approaches Alvin curiously. It's the nice Patrat she spoke to on the phone.]

[Norman's hair is already starting to do some strange things. From the front it looks untouched but from the back, his locks are starting to stick out in all sorts of weird directions. He can't help it if his hair is a natural, wavy mess.]

Patrats don't have rabies, Blake. You don't even know what they can do!

[Actually not a goddamn thing but their eyesight is A+.]

[But hearing that this thing has been talking about drowning to Blake brings this snack session to an abrupt halt as the agent pulls the Munna away from his head. Now you can really see how untamed his hair is.]

Would it kill you to actually to do some research about it instead of conspiring of the worst goddamn scenario?

[Oh hey! Alvin remembers this gal. It's Snubbullbull Steve! He'll just squeeze out from his warm spot and slide down Norman's body like an organic fire pole.

He sniffs around Steve, swishing his long tail on the ground.]

[They'd better be able to see well with all that eyeball]

What, win staring contests?

[The Munna squeaks. She was just getting a taste. Oh well. She'll just snuggle up to the fizzy-minded man instead.]

[Blake rubs his face. God, he's tired. Some of the antagonism drops out of his voice.] I actually tried that. Didn't say much except something about dreams.

Fine. Let's hear some fucking optimism. What's the best case scenario here, Jayden?

[Steve spins around to follow Alvin and makes herself dizzy. She tries patting him on the head with a stubby paw.]

Ooooooh! Feels good!

[Alvin starts tapping his little foot repeatedly. You found his favorite spot, Steve!]

...

[Norman doesn't say anything. Carter's right. There really isn't a 'best case scenario'. The two are still stuck in a world with a psychic elephant and the world's most disturbing-looking rodent.]

[Steve makes the snuffling sound that is her equivalent of a chuckle. She pats more enthusiastically.]

[Shit. Blake was actually kind of hoping he'd have something encouraging to say.]

[The Munna is trying to wriggle just enough out of Norman's grasp to snuggle into his lap and go to sleep.]

[Blake drums his fingers on the table. There's a minute of quiet.]

How's the kid doing?

[Would you look at that? The elephant wants to take a nap. On top of Norman Jayden out of all people. Ah well, he gently strokes the top of her head with his thumb.

~~Your name would've been Babar if he were your trainer. Yes.~~]

[Pfft- Encouraging? Out of Norman? You're asking for too much out of him.]

Shaun's fine. Been training everyday since we got here. Hasn't been too down with all of those pokemon around him.

[Meanwhile- AUGH STEVE! You are the master of head pats! He must thank the Snubbullbull for the kind gesture.

Here buddy, have a seed straight from Alvin's mouth.]

[The Munna makes a happy sigh]

(feign man
nice fizzy fellow)

[Blake shifts and looks up at the blue sky.] That's good. All these little things, it's like the place is made for a kid. Or by one.

[They all sure seemed to take to it easier than Blake.]

[Oh! Steve appreciates the gesture, but is not sure if this is hygienic. She gives the seed a delicate sniff.]

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