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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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No... we kill them because they attack people and pure souls. That, and, they radiate a gross energy of chaos and destruction. They just act primarily on destructive instinct and that type of energy is very palpable. [ She's a bit confused by the question. Voices in her head? What does that even mean?! ]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Lady, you are digging yourself deeper and deeper into the pit of crazy.]

Energy. You read "auras" to figure out if something's evil and then you stab them.

I sure hope nobody lets you near sharp objects.

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[ ALL ABOARD THE SIX FOOT GRAVE OF CRAZE. ]

Yeah. That's pretty much it! I used to have a sharp object on me at all times, cause my soul manifests itself in a sword, but now I don't have that anymore. My only keepsake I have is my uniform and my lieutenant badge. [ Which she holds to the screen. It has her division number! ]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Yeah that's definitely the gonna flip the fuck out and stab people kind of crazy. If she hasn't already.]

[Blake squints at the screen] Lady, I sure as hell hope you got that out of a Crackerjack box.

[There are lots of things you give to people who talk about stabbing evil ghosts with their soulsword, but a badge is not one of them.]

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Crackerjacks? I think I heard them in a song once when I was in the world of the living. [ And there was a huge baseball game between America and Japan. ]