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[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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[He has reason to be! As far as he's concerned it's all settled!] Yep! So now he's trying to figure out what to do with himself instead. Nothing to worry about.

[Oh don't think that way, Obito really really means it. Also? Blushing here, and it's your fault.]

I- Okay I can't deny that, but if you met her you'd get it, she's the nicest person I've ever known and she's smart, and pretty, and has a great sense of humor, and she's thoughtful, and-

[If you don't stop him he's not going to shut up about this topic by the way.]

BECAUSE IT'S IN A ROMANTIC CONTEXT?
BLACK, RED, PALE, OR ASHEN ARE USUALLY MENTIONED IN QUADRANT LEANING CONVERSATIONS.

Yeah...they really do like puns here. It's even in their news, I don't think I'll ever get used to that.

... I can't say there's a whole lot that I miss.

_{[She's apparently tentatively forgiven him for the heated texts they exchanged the last time they talked.]}

... But I guess if I had to pick something...

It'd just be the stuff from my childhood.

Just all the old junk and picture books and stuff like that, y'know?

Most of it was packed in boxes so it's not like I ever looked at it anyway, but not looking at it and not being ABLE to look are two different things.

That's true...!

[Well, you seem to have made this kid's year, Blake, congratulations.]

That's very good news, Lieutenant Blake, thank you! Even if the news about the school system here is...far less good - something should be done about that...

[He trails off for a moment before continuing; he's a bit hesitant when he continues, as Kuwata...isn't a terribly positive subject, but - ]

Interesting that you would mention baseball, though, when you were you talking earlier - one of my classmates specializes in that sort of thing. That was the reason he was chosen to attend Hope's Peak Academy; apparently he's very talented!

[...yeah, we're present-tensing it hard today.]

Pretty good, actually, thanks for asking!

[While he genuinely means what he says, there's something about his light and easy tone to his voice that almost comes across as...not quite snippy, persay but just a little weird. ~~The word is on the tip of the mundane's tongue and it's very frustrating because how does words.~~]

[Maybe it's the lack of sarcasm that makes it so odd, we just don't know.]

I wasn't really locked up just...stuck at home a lot, I guess you could say. It's not like a thirteen year old could drive. Or a fifteen year old, for that matter, I still wouldn't be able to drive!

What the fuck?

I have even less idea what you're talking about than before, except that that's even worse.

If it's like the conspiracy theorists say about there being a secret pill that turns water into gasoline, I know a lot of crazies who're gonna be real excited.

You work for them. How's that not your business?

Sounds like a rough neighborhood. You raised in a survivalist compound or something?

Oh, I get it. Using all parts of the buffalo, all that shit.

[Some kind of Indian-wannabe hippy.]

[Hey, they aren't his friends! They're suspects with schizophrenia that he harangues. Big differences. ~~For one thing, he has a lot more of those than he has friends.~~]

Well, great, as long as the bears you're talking to are being reasonable.

[Unable to let this go] The magic fighter frog military.

Yeah, that's the weird part of that. Being conspicuous.

You don't look like the kind of guy who's real good at blending into a crowd to begin with.

The what society?

[Blake asks, even though he knows in his gut he's not going to like the answer.]

I wouldn't trust any of the guys I knew with baking. Housewife types don't tend to join the force.

[The more she talks, the more Blake's face drops.]

[When she's done, he nods and makes a noise of understanding.] I get it. One of those angel of death types. Usually those huddle in corners polishing rifles.

Back in the real world, too. Earning your badge meant something.

[Blake can still remember how proud he was. He wanted to shove it in everybody's face and say, See, I did make something out of myself, assholes. In fact, in more than one case, he did.]

Seems like people here get them all the time. It used to be different, huh.

[Blake's not that interested in the life and times of crazy bullshit island, but he doesn't mind chatting with anybody with a rack like that for a while.]

[There's not a single part of that that makes any sense.]

Let me get this straight. Magic animal pimps get special flying privileges, and you need some kind of secret device to show a bird how to flap its damn wings. That is Being a Fucking Bird 101.

[He's surprised to hear Heather's voice. He thought she was still pissed off at him. People tend to stay that way at him. Or maybe she's still angry, but pretending not to be unless he brings it up. Who ever knows with women?]

[What she says is understandable, though.]

Yeah. Big difference.

I never cared about all the old photos and shit, but they were there. Some kind of proof that your life happened.

No. Grandpa raised me in the forest on the mountain.

I don't know what a "buffalo" is, but yeah.

Bears do what they do. They're interesting to have as friends. One of the black bears would have eaten me if I'd been any slower. [He's in a surprisingly good mood for talking about nearly dying before killing and eating a friend.]

[Well hell. Cheering somebody up isn't the effect Blake has real often, but the kid looks genuinely happy.]

[It's not that easy to tell with bright red eyes, though.]

[It bucks him up some to be called Lieutenant again.]

It doesn't look like there even is a school system here. Don't ask me how anybody can read and write.

[Blake isn't that much of a fan of learning from books, but you have to have something. Just as long as it's happening to other people.]

Sports scholarship, huh? I didn't know Japan had those. I thought they were all about tests.

That's a movie, kid. One of those with Bruce Willis and...was it Billy Bob Thornton? Yeah, Billy Bob Thornton.

And I used to think tabloids were bad.

Shit, you know what's another thing I miss? Tabloids. All that shit about bat-people and Elvis sightings and people having psychic connections with killers. Back when you could read a story about a dinosaur stomping on somebody's dog house and turn the page because it was bullshit, not because it happens every day.

Christ, you actually sound like you mean that.

[Blake misses the subtleties outright.]

Latchkey kid, huh.

I'll take a friend who doesn't breathe fire and who's real instead.

They may exist here, but they look like more of a pain than they're worth. What do you even feed those things?

That's more to worry about. When they pretend they're not interested anymore, that's to throw you off the trail and give them a chance to goddamn murder somebody. Haven't you ever watched a mystery movie?

[Aw hell, now he's turning red]

[Blake holds his hands up at the barrage of words] Hey. Hey!

Christ, forget I asked.

Everybody bitches about the bats, but I've never had a problem. They keep to themselves.

Yeah. [He sighs nostalgically.] All of that.

There's not even politics here. Who're we supposed to blame?

Man, do not quote that piece of shit and compare it to what happened. Whatever, I figured you weren't going to believe what I said. You had a hard enough time believing in critters that spew different powers. [He is literally not bothered at all. He shrugs.]

Point still stands. This world is static and not a different seems to be made here. We literally don't seem to have much of an impact upon it.

I understand. However, keep in mind, a badge here isn't any sign of authority over anything except your pokémon. It has nothing to do with your trials and tribulations, unlike a police officer badge or an insignia that properly demonstrates your rank, along with the other accents that go along with your accomplishments.

[ It's okay. Lust can sense his unwillingness to talk about badges, even if he does seem confused over their meaning. Instead, she steers the conversation more towards him. ]

They left you alone? I'm jealous. By the time I was done with Union Cave I was dreaming of machine guns and rocket launchers and bat fragments.

Society, traditionally. Or maybe the job market; I haven't seen a lot work that demands special skills or higher education.

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