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 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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