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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[Ah, yes, that question. He's done a lot of very stupid things, some of them harder to admit than others...]

...I once used untested equipment that was known to potentially cause health issues. In a combat situation.

[...But that one is generic and impersonal enough to serve.]

That's it?

[Blake scoffs]

C'mon, you gotta have something better. That's up there with not buckling your seatbelt.

One of those potential health issues was permanent damage in certain parts of the human brain. I knew about that fact.

[He was a really stupid teenager, sometimes.]

[Blake's face screws up in confusion] What were you doing, huffing space glue?

...You know, at that point I think people would have freaked out a lot less if I had been huffing glue.

If it was something that could make you a drooling vegetable, the hell were you doing using it, anyway?

[Blake would never do anything so poorly thought out or reckless.]

It was supposed to help you develop better reflexes. Better reflexes sounded like a very good idea at the time.

[The psychic powers did, too.]

Some kinda space meth doesn't sound worth melting your brain for.

So I was told. Sternly and angrily.

[And encouragingly, because Woolf Enneacle was awesome.]

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