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[lieutenantantichrist]

[The feed comes up on Blake outside the Violet City gym. He's holding the Gear in one hand and tossing something small in the other. Behind him his Snubbull is sitting on his Mareep, both looking proud of themselves. For his part, Blake doesn't look so thrilled.]

Hell of a loaded word, "badge."

[He catches it on the toss and holds it up to the camera.]

Look at that. Does it looks like much use to you?

[He sighs and slips it in his pocket.]

Zap the crap out of a kid's birds and get a medal that lets you fly.

You know what the worst part is? It's not until right now I realized there's anything wrong with that. I'm getting used to it.

[He starts walking aimlessly down the street, Pokemon trotting after him.]

It's baseball season, not that you'd know it here. Can't remember the last time I missed Opening Day. But hell, now it's been more than a month. Just went right by. How's it even May if you're not arresting drunk idiots on Cinco de Mayo? It's not right.

[Blake looks troubled.]

It's too easy to get caught up in this animal fighting crap and forget about the real world.

[His expression shifts toward its more familiar flinty pugnacity.]

Almost everybody here's been here longer than me. Give me some proof you haven't forgotten. Tell me something about home. Anything, I don't know, something you miss.

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[foolishwren]

Yep.

That's me.

Taco Princess.

Hey, maybe that's what I should call my taco restaurant.

[licentious]

True. They seem to have some sort of collective conscious. Vermillion Jenny likely knows what's going on in Goldenrod just by Jenny's glance alone. It's almost interesting how similar the townly clones are.

[ She smiles at that. Strong pokémon? She likes it. ]

I like that attitude. Your pokémon must be incredibly strong. I am Isabella. May I ask for yours?

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[lieutenantantichrist]

That's the wrongest thing about evolution I've ever heard, and I've seen a pink turnip evolve into dandelion fluff.

I'm not fucking flirting with anybody, you delusional freak! Hate is hate, and goddammit, when it comes to people who piss me off you're not even in the top ten.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

That's not a bad idea. It'd look great on a resume. "Went to another dimension with a firebreathing St. Bernard, ran a small business."

[Blake will, at the moment, agree to anything that brings the prospect of tacos.]

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[lieutenantantichrist]

Reference to what?

[sardonically] Yeah, can't be too many national parks left in space.

The novelty wears off fast. I miss being around where the most wildlife you'd run into was a raccoon eating the garbage.

Hell, here it's probably the other way around.

[tendered]

[ She laughs at his question. This is actually kinda ridiculousl. ]

I do bake! But, no. We don't need to double kill anyone. We use these swords to purify Hollows or corrupted souls, so they can enter the reincarnation cycle and live again. If you die in the afterlife, you're born again in the real world.

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[captainash]

The Dark Hound is my personal aircraft back home. Waking up to find myself saddled with a dog somehow matching that name was more than a little surprising, to say the least.

Hey, Colony Tordia had a whole natural forest, raccoons and penalty for feeding them garbage included. No raccoon-eating garbage though, I'm happy to say.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

No, the difference is the human's the one who'll be pissed at you for saying that.

[Blake can't resist digging at this rabbit hole.] You're saying there's no difference between a per-- a human getting shot and a dog getting hit by a car.

[Blake doesn't even like people and this is bothering him.]

I don't know, organic? You don't call them anything altogether. They're different things.

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[whateveryoueatliveitspart]

[Apollo seems to be failing more and more at explaining his viewpoint in a way that doesn't confuse, disturb, or bother people.]

They're both mammals who feel and are dying. It's just as bad if one of them dies as if the other one does.

[Equality!]

I do apologize for the lateness. Work has been intense the last few weeks.

[strongestoftheturks]

You fight a lot back home? Fists? Or guns?

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[usedshooshpap]

YOU CAN'T SEE ME, BUT I'M LAUGHING PRETTY DAMN HARD.

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[moveslikestrider]

2009 here. Technically 2012, give or take a few months.

[There's a pause as Dave debates showing he DOES read or not. Moment passes because he's so much like his bro in the levels of do not care.]

At least it isn't like fahrenheit 451. But yeah, they seem to just forget. I've been here four times before now, don't remember a thing from those times and neither does this place remember me.

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[foolishwren]

A lot of the stuff I've done here'd look great on a resume.

... Although I guess I can't really include the main event. 'Super good at dogfighting' probably wouldn't get me very far back home.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

There's nothing fucking funny here!

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Okay now Blake is lost.] What the hell were you doing falling into something that was on fire? And what do you mean you lost your leg?

[Blake tries to be subtle about looking to see if the kid is legless.]

There's not much else to choose from. Right now I'd go for yak over taking the gamble every time about whether those round fried things are onion rings or squid.

[Blake looks downcast.]

They're always squid.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Uh-uh. I'll buy weird cloning and plastic surgery, but there's no such damn thing as mind-reading policewomen.

The mind-reading pink blobs are bad enough.

[Damn right his Pokemon are strong. Blake puffs up, and so does the Mareep. Perched on its back, Steve flexes her bicep.]

They earn their keep.

[This lady's okay.]

Isabella, huh? Nice to hear something normal. Lieutenant Carter Blake.

[newberktown]

You say that like I was doing it on purpose. And I mean... [Give him a second to just lean over and pop this thing off...] This.

[Ta-da! Leg. It isn't one of them fancy modern prosthetic legs, that's for sure.]

Personally, I don't mind the squid. Sounds like you need to head to Goldenrod or Saffron, though--check out RockSmashburger Pizza Paras-dice.

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[papshooshing]

REALLY? BECAUSE FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, IT'S PRETTY DAMN HILARIOUS HOW IRATE YOU'RE BECOMING.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

You named your dog after a spaceship that you named after a dog.

Makes me wonder if there's any logic behind the animal we start out with.

[He gives Steve a look. The permanently frown-faced Snubbull gives him an identical one back.]

[Blake looks back to the phone.]

Nah.

Huh. Space raccoons. Never heard of that in Star Trek.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

That'd mean taking all this crap seriously. Who cares who can teach their dog the best tricks? It doesn't get you much besides weird celebrity.

[And people recognizing Blake has never been a good thing for him.]

[He cracks his knuckles]

Then nobody's been trying hard enough.

[If people don't tell you what you want to know, you smack them around until they do. That's logic.]

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[starspangledavenger]

[well.. Close enough]

Yes, we just call them shields in my department, but yes.

I haven't tried one here yet, but thanks for the warning. I've never been big on shrimp.

[grins] Sounds like how they should be made. Oh, back in Brooklyn, there's this burger joint that doesn't mess around, none of the artificial modern day stuff or fancy toppings, just good greasy burger with homemade fries.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Something must've been going wrong there. Things don't get set on fire by themselves.

[Something goes pop.]

[Blake wasn't expecting the kid to yank his leg off.]

[Blake looks at it for a long time, with growing unease.]

Kid. I don't know how to break this to you, but that's a chunk of wood.

[He's distracted by the notion of squid, and the place's predictably weird name.]

Yeah, that sounds trustworthy.

Shit. I'm desperate enough to give it a shot.

No problem!

[lieutenantantichrist]

Whenever I need to.

[His judgment for what constitutes "need" might be a little different from most people's.]

Guns when it's serious, fists when it's more personal.

[Or the other guy is handcuffed.]

[strongestoftheturks]

How about a round? Just fists. No serious injuries.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is keenly aware he's never actually seen this guy. He could be 6'10 and built like a tank.]

[Only a pussy backs down from a challenge.]

Anytime you want. I could use the exercise.