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[5]Video/Action for Violet City

[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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[dismayed] How do you grow up without knowing baseball? What are you, British?

That's more than I want to know about the people I'm eating with, let alone the food.

Usually people who worry about that kind of thing just go vegetarian.

[Slowly and patiently] You can't be psychic with trees.

Grandpa never told me about anything like that, unless he used a different word for it.

Why wouldn't you want to know things like that about your food?

Vegetarian? [He tries to make a guess based on context.] I don't think that humans could stay healthy and strong for long without eating meat.

[Why are you using that weird tone, Blake? You're the only one saying strange things here.]

It might not be called "psychic" then? One woman I talked to here said that it was the ability to hear the voice of all living things, which makes sense. I've always just called it "talking".

[Or at least beat some punks up. I think they'd both feel better.]

An energy company, oil's a good guess.

Sure, but they're fun deathtraps. Maybe solid enough to take a hit from the local pigeons, though, which could be an explanation for their absence.

There's french fries everywhere except the most remote military bases, and I think that's more because those are usually led by commanders who have forgotten what happiness is like. There's hot dogs and hamburgers, too.

Well, I miss my Captain. I miss being a lieutenant. I miss the smiling faces in Division Five every morning when I wake up and help some of them out with their issues, and I really miss how happy they get when I announce that I made cookies. I miss my sword. I miss using Kidou. I really miss the rest of my lieutenants too... [ Enjoy this list because these are the least ridiculous of the things she misses. ] What about you?

I miss the simpleness of home. [ She can't exactly tell a person up front she misses the killing and massive amounts of misery she inflicts because of her manipulation. ] Everything seemed to have a purpose, and it seemed to make sense. Here, it's open and there isn't any definite path to go on. Even time is at a standstill. [ Well, that's as best as she can get to. She hates it here, still. But it's not unbearable all the time. ]

YOU DON'T EVEN BELIEVE HALF OF THE SHIT I SAY.
WHY WOULD I MAKE AN EFFORT TO EXPLAIN WHEN YOU'RE JUST GOING TO TOSS IT INTO MY FACE WITH SOME BLATANT BLACK CONNOTATIONS?
HOW IS IT YOU HUMANS SAY THIS ONE...
FOOL ME ONCE, SHAME ON YOU.
FOOL ME TWICE, THEN WELL FUCK ME.

Toads, actually.

I'm sorry, I didn't really explain myself. They're similar to the Pokemon here actually, varied abilities, elements. Contracted summons, we called them to aid us when necessary.

They were just as much of a partner as my human comrades, and treated equally.

[Obito smiled at the sheep.]

Oh no I didn't say it was all better, but he doesn't want to kill him anymore. They've talked a bit too, so that helps.

[He's made of powerful wishful thinking you have no idea.]

...What's that supposed to mean??

[That's probably the politest way you could have worded that. ~~For once.~~

Though you've definitely gotten his attention with part of that, actually.]

Ah...has anyone been able to confirm that? The part where time stops, I mean - it's something my classmates here and I have been hypothesizing, but it's apparently been proven?

That's because half the shit you say is unbelievable. Like black connotations. That is a new and weird kind of racist.

[Alas, he doesn't know enough pop culture references!]

Like from Berk? With snow and ice and helmets and fur? [Here, he screws up his face in an impression of Snotlout and makes his voice gruffer with a touch of Scottish accent ~~for some reason~~.] 'Grr, I could eat a yak in one sitting then club my enemy with its thigh bone'?

HOW IS IT RACIST?

[It's almost laughable to even consider that for a few seconds. Dave snorts.] Sixteen. Remember what I said about every universe being different? Still applies.

Dealing with something that simple would be a vast improvement on home. [He knows what it feels like to blow up or get shot full of holes. Among other bullshit things like that.]

It's not really for me.
Not anymore.
It's just really sad and empty and kind of lonely.

I do miss just regular potato chips though. The ones here are all weird flavors like shrimp and stuff.

Times were pretty rough for everyone.

[He smiles nostalgically.] Sure is.

Yeah. Gotta say, so far this place seems like a pretty big improvement. Attack-happy little fuzzy monsters aside.

If we're going to stick with mundane things, then useful, competent public transportation-or transportation of any sort that doesn't involve riding a Pokemon for several days.

[Been there, done that, nowhere near as much "fun"!]

Trust me, if I were holding it I would have passed out a while ago. But I can still be optimistic without it and breathe at the same time, fortunately.

[He smiles.]

Yeah but being here isn't all that bad! Sure, the movies aren't great. And the sports I guess apparently lave a little to be desired by the people who are actually into that...but hey, magic animal companions. Freedom to actually go places and do things!

[Kids have way more freedom here, it's great.]

Optimism. [His voice is heavy.] How's that working out for you?

I don't know what kind of place you were locked up in, kid, but I had a lot more freedom when I had a car.

From where?

[Soon Blake gets the idea.]

Kid, there haven't been real Vikings for hundreds of years. And nobody eats yak.

My captain...nobody'd call him brilliant, but he was good at staying out of the way and letting things get done.

Nobody in my precinct ever made cookies, though.

I miss the coffee place on the corner. Didn't do any of that fancy Starbucks bullshit, just good coffee. I miss the way things were before they all went to hell. Back when-

Wait. Sword?

[There go those hopes that were getting up.]

You're not talking about something normal like being a cop, are you.

Fuckin' tell me about it. I've been stuck in this pissant excuse for a city for weeks. Nothing to aim for except this.

[he holds up the badge]

And look what that accomplished.

[Oh, that's just who he needs, the Count of Smugsylvania.]

[He surprises Blake by making a good point. Blake gets a look of commiseration] Yeah. I never thought I'd miss the subway.

They said this badge would let me fly on birds, but that sounds like even more arbitrary bullshit than usual. What is it, a magic pilot's license?

[flatly repeats it back]

You're a professional frogfighter. You get in fights and you call magic frogs.

Well that's great. Wouldn't want to see anybody rude to their toad friends.

IS that the only person you've ever talked to?

Because it's there to get eaten, not to talk about its feelings. I don't want to know anything about where a hot dog's been.

[okay, maybe he misjudged the kid] You know, I always thought the same thing.

[or maybe not. He gives him a wary look.] I've known plenty of people who hear voices. The kind that tell them to stab somebody or burn down places because Jesus said so.

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