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]

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.]

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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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[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.

[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.

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.

Suits don't fly.

[The guy isn't leaving, so Blake is getting another drink.]

Ray Liotta's what I got. You got a problem with that?

Birds are for pussies.

Well, it's more an armoured full body prosthetic.

[Tony raises an eyebrow at him, as Pep gets behind Tony.]

Dummy's not a bird for pussies. Although, saying it to her face would be interesting actually.

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

So I see you had fun today.

_{[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.]

[!?!?!!?!?!]}

Watch where you're going!

[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.]

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.]

[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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[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.~~]

[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.]

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

That was the landing.

_{[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!]}

[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.

[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.]

Pros-- like a wooden leg? [Blake's even more lost.]

[Writhe beneath his pitiless logic.]

If she's so great, how come you call her Dummy?

[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.]

Something like that, except wooden legs don't help you fly or protect you from gunfire.

[He glances around and shrugs.]

Might have named her after someone, it's just something I do I wouldn't read too much into it.

[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?

[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.

[Blake's eyebrows jump up]

Shit, for your first time flying? Maybe a pterodactyl's something you should work up to.

It's the only thing with wings I have. Figured it wouldn't hurt to give flying a shot instead of going everywhere on a horse.

...Needless to say I'll be sticking with the horses from now on, even if they're on fire.

[And it's still probably not the dumbest thing he's ever done.]

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?

_{[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?

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