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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-06-23 03:24 am
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-06-23 03:24 am
[7] Video/Action for Union Cave
[The camera jounces up and down as Blake walks. It's pointed up at his face as rocks and hills pass by in the background. From time to time, there's a glimpse of the little Snubbull trotting by his side.]
Good to get out of that place. If I never see the color purple again, it'll be too soon.
[His steps slow and he turns the camera to face a dark opening in the face of the mountain.]
All the way here, "Watch out for the cave," that's what everybody keeps saying. I don't get what the big deal is. It's just a hole in the ground, and I'm a little too old to be scared of the dark. Bats, either. What are they gonna do, get in my hair?
[He turns the phone back toward himself.] Look, I'll show you.
[The screen falls into shadow as he walks into the cave. It's surprising how fast the bright daylight is left behind.]
See? [Blake's face is lit eerily by the light from the Gear. His voice echoes off the ceiling. There's a distant rustling that's probably nothing.] Nothing to it.
[There's a fluttering noise. Something touches his shoulder. Blake brushes it away.]
All you need is a little....
[Something squeaks. A shadow passes behind Blake. There's a soft rustling. Then a loud one. Blake looks up.]
[Then descends Zubat armaggeddon.]
[The Gear catches whirling impressions of wings, frantic squeaking, and a whole lot of shouting.]
Jesus fucking hell!
[Blake bursts back into sunlight with what must be the whole god damn bat population of the island swarming around him. The phone falls and lies on the ground, pointed up at where he's thrashing at the bats as the little pink blur beside him hops up and down and whacks at them with her paws]
[He rips one off his shirt and flings it away, smacks another off his back, and finally, the swarm clears out. He's left panting with his clothes torn.]
Son of a bitch. You okay Steve?
[There's a dizzy "Snub."]
[Blake goes to retrieve the Gear. As he crouches down, he feels something tickling his neck. He reaches up and feels a little Zubat, clinging with tiny claws to what little it can grab of his hair.]
[He pulls it off and holds it by the wing between thumb and forefinger. It squeaks and tries to flap, curling itself in a tiny little sideways bat pullup.]
Huh. Determined little runt.
What do I do, throw it back? Wonder if there's a minimum size, like with bass fishing.
Good to get out of that place. If I never see the color purple again, it'll be too soon.
[His steps slow and he turns the camera to face a dark opening in the face of the mountain.]
All the way here, "Watch out for the cave," that's what everybody keeps saying. I don't get what the big deal is. It's just a hole in the ground, and I'm a little too old to be scared of the dark. Bats, either. What are they gonna do, get in my hair?
[He turns the phone back toward himself.] Look, I'll show you.
[The screen falls into shadow as he walks into the cave. It's surprising how fast the bright daylight is left behind.]
See? [Blake's face is lit eerily by the light from the Gear. His voice echoes off the ceiling. There's a distant rustling that's probably nothing.] Nothing to it.
[There's a fluttering noise. Something touches his shoulder. Blake brushes it away.]
All you need is a little....
[Something squeaks. A shadow passes behind Blake. There's a soft rustling. Then a loud one. Blake looks up.]
[Then descends Zubat armaggeddon.]
[The Gear catches whirling impressions of wings, frantic squeaking, and a whole lot of shouting.]
Jesus fucking hell!
[Blake bursts back into sunlight with what must be the whole god damn bat population of the island swarming around him. The phone falls and lies on the ground, pointed up at where he's thrashing at the bats as the little pink blur beside him hops up and down and whacks at them with her paws]
[He rips one off his shirt and flings it away, smacks another off his back, and finally, the swarm clears out. He's left panting with his clothes torn.]
Son of a bitch. You okay Steve?
[There's a dizzy "Snub."]
[Blake goes to retrieve the Gear. As he crouches down, he feels something tickling his neck. He reaches up and feels a little Zubat, clinging with tiny claws to what little it can grab of his hair.]
[He pulls it off and holds it by the wing between thumb and forefinger. It squeaks and tries to flap, curling itself in a tiny little sideways bat pullup.]
Huh. Determined little runt.
What do I do, throw it back? Wonder if there's a minimum size, like with bass fishing.
Re: [Video]
Carol just sighs. Men.]
Sounds as good as any.
[Video]
[Blake ignores Steve making a friend. He lifts his hand up so he can look the thing in the...face.]
Hear that, you little flying rat? You're caught. Congratulations.
[Video]
I think you have to get it into a ball before you can call it caught.
[Video]
[Stupid rule, but so are a lot of things here. Blake digs out a ball with one hand and drops it on the bat in the other. The thing's zapped inside, and the balls lands in his palm where it shakes around.]
[Blake rolls his eyes.] Come on.
[The ball makes its cheerful little catch! noise.]
[Blake holds it up in front of the phone.]
Ta-da.
[Video] She only uses two icons when speaking to Blake XD
[She sounds thoroughly unimpressed.]
[Video] The best talking-to-Blake expressions
You're just jealous you don't have a tiny bat.
[He feels his neck to see if it tried to suck his blood.]
[Video]
[the sarcasm is strong with this one]
[Video]
[He brings the bat out again and waves it in front of the camera]
Even if it doesn't have eyeballs.
[Video] Oh look, a new expression!
What year are you from, 1950?
[The sass is strong.]
[Video] It's such a happy one, too
[The bat clings to his hand and hisses indignantly. It is not stuffed, thank you.]
[Video]
Who're you anyways?
[Video]
Lieutenant Carter Blake. You?
Re: [Video]
[OH So we're introducing with ranks, are we?]
Colonel Carol Danvers. [No powers here meant no Captain Marvel, so she might as well respond with her actual Air Force ranking.]
[Video]
[The rank gets his attention away from the bat that's now standing on his palm.]
I'm police. What're you?
[Video]
Air force. [Technically Avenger as well, but she's dealt with enough asshole cops to know that his type would respect her military experience more than the fact that she'd risked her life--and died a couple of times--protecting Earth from far more menacing threats.]
[Video]
You don't look like the jet pilot type. Makes you think of an asshole in sunglasses.
[Video]
Left the asshole-glasses at home.
[Video]
If you're still not a fan of gravity, I hear you can ride these monsters if you have one of these badges.
[He looks at the bat in his palm.]
And one bigger than a softball.
[Video]
Yeah, I've heard as much.
[Video]
[The bat curls its wings around itself. The intruder into its home had woken it from a nice nap.]
I don't trust them. People aren't meant to go around in the sky hanging onto magic birds. I'll keep my feet on the ground.
[Video]
[Video]
[Blake winces.]
Fuck, I hate some of the shit I say with a straight face these days.
Re: [Video]
One of my birds. Pretty sure Boston will get bigger than Helen, so probably him.
[Video]
[Video] And he was doing so well.
[Video]