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

[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]

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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.]

[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?

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[The brat gives him a look like that sounds familiar. Blake's surprised at the immediate, accurate description.]

Yeah. Some dumbass who sounds like a leprechaun. He a friend of yours?

[He's a fellow reckless pain in the ass, so Blake's assuming yes.]

[Blake, on the other hand, was one of those kids who had a mustache by the time he was twelve. He smirks at the look on the brat's face.]

[Oh, shit, he had, hadn't he? He's gotta start keeping a list of the things he's given the kid crap for so he doesn't repeat any.]

Doesn't matter, it's fuckin' Goodfellas, kid! Never heard of Ray Liotta, that's like not knowing Marlon Brando. Christ, what kinda barren cultural wasteland is China?

[Yep, that's Jin all right! Yusuke nods, his lip curling. Now that he knows for sure that Blake's talking about Jin, the name-calling kind of bothers him (on Blake's end, of course, not his own - look, it's one thing if you make fun of your friend, it's another if someone else does it). He doesn't chew Blake out for it just yet, though - instead, he tells him:]

Yeah, from home. [And then, a bit wryly, he adds:] He's fine, by the way. Wasn't even in the hospital for very long.

[He doesn't suppose Blake cares, but eh, whatever. Yusuke doesn't much care if Blake doesn't care. It's like Inception, except instead of dreams within dreams, it's, uh, zero shits within zero shits. ... yeah.

... just roll with it, okay?

Meanwhile, Blake's display of cultural sensitivity there was truly astonishing. So astonishing, in fact, that it earns him one hell of a glare. If looks could kill, Blake would probably be dead.]

Hey, good question! Why don't you try asking somebody who's actually from China, y'friggin' moron? Seriously, the way dumbasses like you run their mouth without actually knowin' what they're talking about, it's no wonder people always say Americans are stupid as hell.

[First Vietnamese, now Chinese. Which nationality/ethnicity are you gonna mistake him for next, Blake? >:(]

Edited 2013-10-10 01:37 (UTC)

[You don't want your friends getting called names, stop making friends with spastic leprechauns.]

He even went to the hospital? He was fine enough to brag about wrestling the thing.

[He hadn't looked near as hurt as anybody who got in a fight with a pterodactyl should have been.]

[Blake has gotten some champion stinkeyes in his time. ~~Yusuke's is up there with the best.~~]

[He throws his hands up] Fine, Asia, what's the difference? How the hell am I supposed to know?

[Blake would be surprised by what great friends spastic leprechauns make. Don't knock it 'til you try it, old man.]

Yeah, well, he's a pretty tough guy. Wrestling a dinosaur'd probably be easy for him under normal circumstances.

[Hell, if he still had his windy powers, he probably could've just blown that thing out of the air and knocked it out without even having to touch it. Or something like that, anyway; Yusuke's never seen Jin in action outside of their fight, so he's not actually sure how he'd deal with a giant monster. He just knows it'd be awesome.

... also, Yusuke isn't even gonna touch that "what's the difference?" question. He will, however, answer the second one, albeit in a rather impatient tone of voice. Hope you like being spoken to as if you were a total moron, Blake.]

I dunno, maybe by asking people where they're from instead of just guessing and making an ass out of yourself? It's not that hard.

[Hell has frozen over. Yusuke Urameshi is chewing somebody else out for being insensitive. Don't worry, he feels just as weird about it as you do.]

You serious? That skinny little twerp? He couldn't weigh much more'n a hundred pounds.

[Blake has no idea how he hadn't died fighting that thing. What kinda idiot takes these things on barehanded?]

[He throws his hands up.] All right, fine. Where are you from?

[... geez, if Blake thinks Jin's a "skinny little twerp", Yusuke doesn't even wanna know what he thinks of him. It's probably better not to ask. So he doesn't! Instead, he responds to Blake's appraisal of Jin's physical appearance with a little "tch" and says:]

Doesn't matter. He's not human, so if this'd been home, that Aerodactyl woulda been caught in ten seconds flat. Trust me, I've fought him before, so I know what he's capable of.

[Yusuke's not unaware of the fact that he's never properly broached the topic of demons and world-saving and shit with Blake, but that doesn't really stop him from (sort of) doing so now. He might be comfortable with keeping his Spirit Detective stuff to himself unless somehow prompted to do otherwise, but he's not nearly as comfortable with the idea of lying about or covering up who - or what - Jin is, especially when Jin himself is pretty forthcoming with that information. Call it a weird expression of loyalty to his buddy if you want, but either way, bam. It's out there. Blake is free to make of it what he will.

As for where he's from...]

Japan. Y'know, that country out in the ocean? The one that's a little farther to the right on the map than China is? That's where I'm from. Better keep it straight from now on, old man.

[Or else he'll bite your head off again. >:E]

Edited 2013-10-18 10:29 (UTC)

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