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

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[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]

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[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.]

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[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?

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[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.]

_{[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!]}

[If there's one thing Blake knows, it's that he does not want to smash into the side of a building and go splat like a pigeon.]

[He yanks on the bat's fur.] Out! Where it's clear!

[The bat aims for out of the city. It makes it to the trees near the edge. Leaves come rushing at Blake's face, and he throws one arm up.]

[From the outside, there's a smash. Leaves rustle.]

_{[Jack cringes at the crash and whips out his gear as he and One approach the scene, prepared to call for help if Blake tumbles down out of those branches in more than one piece.]}

Sir! Are you alright?

[Blake groans. A few feet away, the bat goes Cro.]

[He's flat out on the dirt. It may be hard, it may've smacked him in the face, and there may be an old branch jabbing him in the kidney, but it's good old solid ground, and he has to be grateful for that.]

[He pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and takes stock of whether or not he's going to puke his guts up. Nah, they feel like they're gonna stay in place for the time being.]

[He shakes his head, trying to get his eyes to stop rattling around. It's suddenly real quiet, without the wind slamming past his ears.]

Yeah. Fine.

_{[Jack hovers closeby and keeps One on a tight leash. the last thing this man needs is an excited Houndour jumping all over him. The thin man does extend a long arm to Blake, should he need it.]}

That looked like quite a ride.... I'll admit, I've never used Fly myself and if it's anything like that, I may stick to walking.

[Blake ignores the offered help and climbs woozily to his feet. He takes stock of the skinny guy with the dog, and realizes he recognizes him.]

I know you. You're the bonehead. [He's still out of breath. He touches his face and winces when he finds a long scratch.] I mean the skeleton.

And here I thought the TSA was a pain in the ass.

[He goes to check on his bat. A little scraped up, but no broken wings or anything. Blake fishes his backpack out of a bush and digs out a Potion to spray him with.]

Everybody acts like this shit is easy. You just hop on for your morning commute.

_{[Jack decides to pocket the offered hand instead.]}

That's me...and to be fair, I think most have pokemon a little bigger than yours. A friend of mine has a Togekiss that could pass for a small air plane.

_{[His attention is pulled away from Blak emomentarily as he has to tighten his grip on One's leash yet again. He wants to jump up and say hello so badly.]}

One, behave yourself! Sit! Si-- good boy. Thank you. If everything is in sorts, I won't hinder you...

You fly with the bat you have. [He rubs his head and admits] A plane sounds nice right now, though.

[Blake doesn't care about the dog but the bat's a little spooked. He remembers being small enough to be bite-sized to one of those.]

[Blake looks around the trees. He feels like his brain's been sloshed around in a cocktail shaker.]

Hey, wait.

You got any idea where the hell I am?

_{[Jack is patient and waits for Blake to get his bearings. He isn't entirely convinced the man doesn't need to go to the nearest Pokemon Center though.]}

We're at the edge of Goldenrod. Where did you blow in from?

I was trying to fly through the city. Just for a test run. I guess that...kinda worked.

[He presses his fingers to his temples to try to make his eyeballs stop rattling. At least he got to punch an asshole on the way.]

Maybe I need to start planning a little better.

Perhaps...it might be a good idea to practice closer to the ground.

Good thing about that is it's farther to fall. Bad things about that is there's a whole lot of shit to run into.

[He goes to try to get Ray Liotta on his feet.] C'mon, buddy, up and at 'em.

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