lieutenantantichrist: (they fuck up they get beat)
[Though Blake is standing in front of a blank wall, the height of the roof and his distance from the camera hints that he's in a large building. He clears his throat and begins his address.]

Listen up, all of you. I'll make this quick.

[He clasps his hands behind his back and starts moving. He can never stay still while giving a speech like this.]

United States of Monster Island, it is time to get your shit together.

[As he walks, the Croagunk-held Gear revolves to track him, revealing that the wall has a large patch in a different color, and that something further back and to his right appears to be bowling lanes. A few feathers are scattered on the floor.]

First off, as you can see here, we got us a headquarters here in Goldenrod now. You got a problem, you come here.

The second thing we have is a problem.

See, there's an asshole out there trying to commit acts of terrorism and take shit over, and I for one am not planning on letting him.

[He shoots a hard look at the camera. A feather drifts against his foot.]

If you're over eighteen, consider yourself drafted. Man or woman, it doesn't matter when it's a magic animal doing the work. Stand ready to get called up.

[He notices something stuck to him. He scowls, grabs the feather off his pant leg, and brandishes it at the camera.]

In the meantime, somebody clean up these goddamn things.

Private to people he considers either on board or trustworthy enough that they might as well be: Tobias, Ash, Ringabel, Phoenix, Riku, Greed, Jinnai, Kayneth, Cynthia, Schuldig, Heather, and Red )
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