[5]Video/Action for Violet City

[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.

Comments

[Audio]

[lieutenantantichrist]

The only things that stay sharp are plant monsters, and that can't be sanitary.

[Using a dog as a can opener is different.]

Scuse me, I didn't know you were the princess of tacos.

[sighs] Damn it, now I want one more.

[Audio]

[foolishwren]

Yep.

That's me.

Taco Princess.

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

[Audio]

[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.]

[Audio]

[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.

[Audio]

[lieutenantantichrist]

For one thing, having a dog that big is cheating. What do you feed that thing, alligators?

[Audio]

[foolishwren]

No alligators, I swear. _{[She's pretty sure Zilla would never forgive her if that were the case.]}

But he is mighty fond of hot dogs...

[Audio]

[lieutenantantichrist]

I'd say that's cannibalism, but who knows what's in hot dogs here. Probably pigeons, or those rats that're everywhere.

[Audio]

[foolishwren]

Ew.

Probably not.

The Jennies show up to kick your ass if you so much as LOOK at a wild Pokemon wrong, I doubt there'd be any kinda Soylent Poke going on with the food. Or at least not with the rats. EW.

_{[Heather do you have any idea how gross real hot dogs are anyway?]}

[Audio]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Good to know the cops around here do something besides toss people in jail for not putting in their two weeks' notice.

[can't help messing with her a little] Hey, purple rats are better than some of the other stuff that goes into real world hot dogs. You ever read the label?

[Audio]

[foolishwren]

What? Beef, pork, chicken, some carcinogens probably...

Not rats.

_{[HEATHER GO READ "THE JUNGLE"]}