[10] Video/Action for Goldenrod - "Because You're Crackheads, Children."

[lieutenantantichrist]

[ACTION]

[Something streaks across the skies above Goldenrod. It jags back and forth, gaining and dropping altitude in sudden swoops. It nearly smacks into the top of a building but lurches to the side just in time.]

[Anybody with very good eyesight might be able to make out that it's a Crobat, with Blake clinging desperately to its back.]

[Anybody with very good hearing might be able to make out]

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKfuckfuckfuck...


[He's hanging on for his life as four wings flap around him and his stomach does a great impression of a bunch of furious weasels in a burlap bag. In a rare second of flying straight, as they pass over a street, Blake spots some blond hair.]

[It can't be...no, those damn stupid glasses are unmistakable.]

[Blake's eyes light up with determination.]

[If there's one thing that can cut through terror for life and limb, it's the prospect of petty revenge.]

Down![He shoves at the bat's shoulder, making it lurch. Ray Liotta is still getting the hang of flying with the extra weight and noise.] Down, goddammit!

[The bat swoops almost to the ground, giving Blake a chance to see the storefronts woosh by and really understand how fucking fast they are going, but he has something he need to do.]

[He yells] Hey asshole!

[Then he goes to punch him in the head.]

[VIDEO]

[The feed comes up on Blake sitting in Goldenrod's bar. He's a little out of breath. There's a few scratches on his face to go with the leaves on his shirt and the twigs in his hair.]

[He orders a shot of whiskey for him and one for the Crobat that's balanced on two stools next to him.]

[Blake drinks his in a gulp, and lets his hand fall heavily to the bar.]

[He looks to the Gear. His eyes are showing a little too much white and a touch of a leftover manic gleam. His lips twitch up.]

So I just flew on a bat.

What's the dumbest thing you've ever done?

Comments

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[arrogantalloy]

[Guess who just watched all of that, he was in need of soda from the store but sound something so much more interesting. His Lopunny, Pep looks concerned by his side, Tony's just got something like a grin on him face.]

Wow, that was...

Graceful.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake waves his hand unsteadily toward him without looking up.] Fuck you.

[He recognizes that voice.] I don't need any shit from Spiderman's friend right now.

[Action]

[arrogantalloy]

Not his friend.

But me, when I want to fly, I just make a suit. Well a few of them.

[He glances around, clearly not at all concerned about being told to fuck off. Why should he? He's been told it a lot.]

And out of all the things to fly with, why a bat, you know there's birds big enough to ride here, right? I mean I have a bird in my pocket I can ride. Which sounds a little creepy.

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[handydecisions]

[Lee sits down at the bar next to Blake.]

So I see you had fun today.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake raises a hand in greeting without taking the risk to his jangled system of looking up.]

Might've gone a lot farther if it weren't for some trees. You know what we could use a magic CD technique called? Land.

[The Crobat makes a tired noise that isn't disagreement.]

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[handydecisions]

Seems to me that's a thing you gotta work out between you and your ride.

[He nods in greeting to the Crobat.]

What made you decide to get your wings?

[Action]

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[Jack is actually out of the house for once and walking the streets of Goldenrod, content to enjoy a day walking his Houndour...and then a THING wooshes by, knocking the coffee out of his hand and tangling both him and One up in the dog pokemon's leash.]

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Watch where you're going!

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake yells back over his shoulder] Fuckin' trying to!

[The bat banks around and flaps frantically, trying to keep some kind of balance. It's not easy with an unaccustomed weight that keeps shifting around, and also yelling.]

[Action]

[quickattackjack]

_{[The man and his dog silently watch the aerial show for a few seconds.]}

...Oh, boy.

_{[Jack finally manages to untangle himself from the leash in time to catch sight of the direction Blake and his amazing rocket bat went. He couldn't just not follow them!]}

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[captainash]

I've done plenty of dumb things in my time, but if you somehow managed to get yourself all scratched up by flying I'm pretty sure you win.

[He won't even mention the twigs and leaves.]

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake raises his finger to make an important point.] I didn't get scratched up flying.

That was the landing.

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[captainash]

[That's almost but not quite better.]

...Can I ask where you landed to end up like that, or is it the sort of incident that causes twitching whenever it's mentioned?

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[solas_ion]

[Don't mind the guy in the terrible shirt a couple spots down from you, Blake. He's only laughing a whole lot. And on what looks to be his third or fourth whiskey. Welp.]

That was definitely something. Still looked like you had it better than the last time I tried flying.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake scowls at him.] Why don't you shut the fuck up and go give Jimmy Buffett his shirt back.

[The admission mollifies him a little. His scowl fades and he shrugs a little sheepishly.]

S'harder than it looks.

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[solas_ion]

[even if lancer knew who that was, he probably wouldn't care.]

Try it on an Aerodactyl sometimes. I'm pretty sure it tried to rip my fuckin' arms off.

[Action]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro had a lot on his mind. He'd been preoccupied quite a bit lately, which didn't really make it easy to pay much attention to thing, let alone the sound of something flying through the air. It was just background noise to him. Goldenrod was a huge place, so it wasn't like it was easy to pick things out, especially in a distance. Maybe under normal circumstances he could, but not that day.

But, as it happened, it was impossible not to hear the sound of it getting closer, and someone quite obviously calling to you. Maybe, just maybe, if the scene before him as he turned around hadn't been so goddamn ridiculous, so unexpected, he might've been able to dodge it. Instead, he watched, flabbergasted, as Blake's fist came right at his face-

BAM

And collided right the fuck with his nose. There was a crack as his shade snapped in half and fell to the floor, and he stumbled back. Unable to regain his balance, Bro fell to his ass, scraping his hands as he tried to break his fall, blood dripping out of his nose. Was it broken? He didn't fucking know.

Several thoughts went through his head at that. Primarily, what the fuck just happened?

And also that he probably deserved that.

and he had the weirdest boner.]

[Action]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[There's nothing more satisfying than the impact of some asshole's face on your knuckles. Blake soars into the air feeling a whole lot better about the whole thing.]

[Consider that payback.]

[Even crashing in the woods can't kill his mood completely.]

[The bar he went into wouldn't be hard to find. Just ask anybody about where the dizzy-looking guy and the bat went.]

[Action]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[It took far longer than Bro would have liked for him to recover from the punch, if only because his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings; the main one being surprise. It takes a moment for the annoyance to kick in, but it eventually does, especially when one considers his shades are now a broken mess on the ground. Those were goddamn important to him.

Clearly this is going to require a special kind of retribution. The reckless kind of retribution that one only does when they've truly got nothing more to lose. The kind that you barely think about before you do. That's exactly what he's no longer doing- thinking. He knows how to get back at Blake so he's just going to go fucking do it.

Wiping the blood off as best he can, he pulls himself up, grabbing his shades as he does and proceeds to attempt tracking down Blake. It eventually leads him to the very bar that the man is at, and he makes his way into it. Once there, he looks for him.

Of course it doesn't take him that long to find him. When he spots Blake, he starts making his way over to him, the look in his eyes currently unreadable.]

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[angerpoints]

[Hey, speaking of bats... guess who!

Yusuke's first impulse, upon seeing Blake's bearded mug show up on his 'Gear, is to chew him out for sending him that metric fuckton of Zubats through the PC a couple months ago. He'd been tempted to send him a nasty snarling voice message after he'd first discovered them, but had decided against it when he realized that he'd just be giving Blake the satisfaction of knowing he'd provoked one hell of a reaction. After all, the only thing worse than getting your ass pranked by The Man is letting The Man know he's won, and that belief, held so near and dear to Yusuke's heart, is what persuades him not to go off on Blake now. Besides, it's not like he totally managed to get the best of him...

So, when Yusuke sends him a video response, Blake will notice that he doesn't immediately inundate him with rude names. In fact, he seems pretty calm. He tips his head a little, regards Blake's disheveled appearance thoughtfully, and then, ever-so-casually, says:]

Damn, Blake. I wouldn't've thought you'd had it in you.

[YEAH, YOU JERK, HE KNOWS YOUR NAME NOW, thanks to it having been listed under the bats' "original trainer" section. You're lucky he's not deliberately mispronouncing it, too. Seriously, you think his name's weird? Please.]

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[When the punk's face shows up on his phone's screen, a bunch of yelling is what Blake expects. He is real proud of himself for that bat idea.]

[He's surprised and a little disappointed at how calm he sounds. Fine, he'll just have to be calm right back.]

[Blake takes his time sipping his drink. He lets his eyes drift over to the phone like it's an accident.]

That's Lieutenant to you, brat.

What, you thought I couldn't handle a little bat?

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[angerpoints]

[You wanna dance, officer? Okay, let's dance. Cool as a cucumber, Yusuke responds:]

With the way you handled Union Cave? Nah, I figured you'd be done with bats. I guess even old bastards like you are full of surprises, though, huh.

[He shrugs and goes on.]

Still, I gotta say it doesn't seem like you handled him very well this time around, either. You look like shit.

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[beholdmydemons]

[...Haha, that's an expression he recognizes. It's the kind of expression you move away from really fast to avoid startling people that don't need to be startled. And yet...it's a compelling one that makes you really want to ask...]

How...big a bat?

[You can't get further away than half a country. The old crazy people are safe-ish to talk to like this.

He's gonna think on that question for a second.]

[video]

[lieutenantantichrist]

That big a bat.

[He turns the phone's camera to the Crobat, a big purple son of a bitch about the size of a man. Most of his attention is on trying to balance between the two stools. Blake moves the coasters and stuff out of the way to he can rest his front pair of wings on the bar.]

Hey. You know if these things can drink?

[Cause if they can, Ray deserves one.]

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[superordinary]

...Here, or back home? [ Because he can think of a lot of things from home. Like eating breakfast with a serial killer and sleeping with his clothes on while having a fever. ]

Are you all right, by the way? There are twigs in your hair.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

Either one. It's not a da-- not a test question.

[His hand goes to his hair. Yeah, that's definitely a little stick tangled in there. He tries to pull it out and winces.]

Yeah. Just a little rough landing.