Lt. Carter Blake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-11 03:44 am
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-11 03:44 am
[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.
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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The beds here, those are fine. Sleeping by the side of the road and waking up with a giant caterpillar trying to crawl up your nose, that's the problem.
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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.
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BLACK, RED, PALE, OR ASHEN ARE USUALLY MENTIONED IN QUADRANT LEANING CONVERSATIONS.
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I have even less idea what you're talking about than before, except that that's even worse.
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I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR LIKELY SAGGING AND WRINKLY BEHIND, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
YOU'RE ALSO BLEEDING BLACK NEARLY EVERYWHERE.
WHICH ISN'T "RACIST," BUT STATING A FACT THAT YOU HAVE A CERTAIN DISLIKE AND DISDAIN FOR THE WORLD AT LARGE.
IN FACT, IT'S LIKE THE WORLD AND NEARLY EVERYONE IN IT IS YOUR "FATED RIVAL."
*THAT'S* WHAT *WE* MEAN WHEN WE MENTION ANYTHING LIKE "BLACK CONNOTATIONS."
IT'S A RELATIONSHIP CIRCLING AROUND HATE.
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[He's quickly distracted by the special kind of weird the kid descends into.]
So I'm not all sunshine and rainbows with this bullshit. What's that got with anything? That's the opposite of romance.
I don't know anything about fated rivals, but there's plenty of assholes I hate. Some a lot.
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YOU HAVE PLENTY OF PEOPLE THAT YOU HATE. A LOT.
HATE IS A DRIVING FORCE FOR RELATIONSHIPS BACK WHERE I'M FROM, SORRY TO SAY.
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THERE ARE A FEW MORE NUANCES TO IT.
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Bullshit. There's no nuances to hating somebody. It's as simple and straightforward as you can get. Guy's an asshole.
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[a second after sending the message, the implication sinks in.]
Oh no no no. Don't even fucking think it.
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IT'S ALREADY BEEN FUCKING THOUGHT.
HERE'S THE REAL QUESTION THOUGH!
DO YOU ENJOY PISSING HIM OFF.
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Sure, getting in fights is all he's good for, that doesn't make me some kind of crazy fucking alien hategay!
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THAT'S A THING THAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T SPECIFICALLY NEED A MALE AND A FEMALE TO REPRODUCE.
I MEAN PEOPLE CAN HAVE A THING FOR ONLY GUYS OR ONLY GIRLS MUCH LIKE A HUMAN CAN BE DRAWN TO PEOPLE WITH BLUE EYES OR DARK HAIR.
THAT'S NOT REALLY THE POINT THOUGH??
A KISSMESIS IS JUST THE FUCKER THAT YOU LOVE TO HATE AND JUST KNOWS HOW TO IRRITATE YOU IN ALL THE BEST WAYS.
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[He knows he doesn't want to know the details of the mechanics.]
It's a thing for my species you little prick, and if you don't stop calling me gay for the biggest fucking asshole on the planet you're going to get your ass kicked back to Jupiter.
[Blake is now typing so hard the phone is nearly jerking out of his hands.]
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FOR ALL I KNOW, WE SIMPLY EVOLVED TO BE WHAT WE ARE.
BUT RIGHT NOW?
I'M A LITTLE FREAKED OUT BY HOW HARD YOU'RE FLIRTING.
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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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