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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.
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[It bothers Blake deeply.]
He was pretty damn irritating before that, but yeah, lately he's gone above and beyond being a pain in the ass.
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[You focus on the trivial things. If they ever focus on the same thing it will get terrible.]
Obviously the mail gets sent to 'bro strider'. Not that hard dude. I mean it probably would suck if he didn't include an address.
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[Blake is not up on you kids and your damn chatspeak.]
You're saying you got a year older in a week-long coma.
[You know what? Blake's just going to let that one go. Sure.]
That's a nasty trick. Now you've got a year missing.
[Blake doesn't want that happening to him. Once you get older, years are things you hoard.]
What kind of asshole signs his name Bro?
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[He will never deny his brother is a dick.]
Actually, I've got a whole year added, new memories and shit crowded in here.
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[Blake is skeptical.]
You sure that wasn't a dream, kid?
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And usually doesn't give you a physical age difference when you wake up.
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[Blake's trying to grasp the concept, he really is.]
[He reaches a conclusion.]
Fuckin' weird.
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Yeah, that's right, you're magic or something.
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I'm just the dude that gets shit done. Anyway, sorry about Bro going all crazy on you this week. He'll settle back down now that all of us kids who took a week long coma are back on our feet.
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Was that it? Shit, never go in a coma again, kid.
And give him a smack upside the head for me.
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I don't have any kids.
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[shrugs his shoulders and admits] Not real well.
I wouldn't go around calling people ponies, though.
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[Stop and consider that for a second. What would it be like if Bro lost it.]
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Going around telling people that other people are horses is pretty bad to begin with. Why do you put up with this guy?
[Blake doesn't care about anybody's cool. All he knows is this guy is some mouthy punk.]
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[Essentially a father figure, yet under the label of 'brother'.]
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[That's as close as Blake can get to asking a question delicately.]
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No big deal.
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Complicated family, huh. I guess crazy horse guy is better than nobody.
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Must've been a hell of a custody battle.
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