majorcrotchgrab | 005 || video/action for Olivine City;

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005 || video/action for Olivine City;

[Raikov's chillin' on the beach, clad in nothing but sunglasses and a black speedo. He's got the device set down next to him in the sand. His other Pokemon can be seen running around in the distance behind him. Katya is by his side like always though, sporting a tiny straw hat. lookit how stylish she is. gurrlll]

I have to say, I've got some good luck as far as traveling goes. I arrived in Olivine right after the week-long rain and now the weather is beautiful. I was never one for beaches back home but this place is amazing. There's a perfect breeze coming off the ocean, it's not too hot out... I think I'll be staying here for a while. I may even be able to work on getting a tan instead of burning like I usually do.

[Curse his semi-albinism. He looks pleased though.]

Mmm.. I never thought I'd say this but... this is the life. Even with how weird this world operates, I'm glad I'm here.

[Katya chirps in agreement from the hole she's dug in the sand. Raikov rolls on to his side to face his pokegear and props his sunglasses up slightly. There's that mischievous grin that clearly reads "I'm up to no good."]

But enough about me being all sentimental and soft. You've all had more than enough time to admire the view. If I let this go on any longer, I'll have to start charging.

[And he grabs the pokegear, thus ending the recording. What a brat.]

[OOC: Pretend this was earlier in the day.]

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[Blake's hand comes up to block his eyes like he just got a glimpse straight at the sun.]

How about you put some fucking clothes on, buddy? Nobody wants to see that.

I'm at the beach, as you can plainly see. Why would I want to wear a lot of clothing?

[At least he isn't hairy. Actually, aside from his eyebrows and the hair on his head, he pretty much spotless. And really fucking pale.]

[Blake's just gonna gloss right over the fact that he has a point there. He winces as he lowers his hand.]

That's no reason to go slapping your damn nipples all over everybody's cell phone. Fuckin' exhibitionists.

I'm not a woman. I don't see what the big deal is.

[Being the evil bastard he is, Raikov rolls on to his side so Blake can get a full view of that speedo.]

Unless... You like the view but are too embarrassed to say so. I understand. I do that to a lot of men.

Edited 2014-07-25 15:03 (UTC)

[Blake looks away with a grimace.] Eeyech. Cover that up when you're on camera, huh? Just cause it's not illegal doesn't mean it's a great idea.

[Then his face closes up. There's anger in his eye, but damn it, he's not gonna take the bait.]

A lotta perverts, maybe.

Look, I don't give a damn what weird shit you're into, but you don't go around advertising it. Have some damn decency. There's kids around here.

[Raikov rolls his eyes.]

I don't see what the big deal is. What needs to be covered is covered. Kids wouldn't understand what I'm hinting at anyways.

You're not hinting, buddy, you're taking out fuckin' billboards. I don't know what your planet's like, but where come from, you don't ask and you don't tell.

[You're supposed to have some good old healthy shame.]

Really now? I never stated who I was catering to in my post. Only to you.

It's pretty fuckin' obvious who you're aiming for. You're a guy taking pinup pictures of himself in a speedo. Ladies don't look at that shit.

How do you know? Some women make like it.

[Blake rolls his eyes.] Women don't like sexy pictures. They like shitty books about horny cavemen.

They have bad taste then. I'd much rather read about a strong but intelligent man who knows how to be seductive.

Edited 2014-07-29 13:11 (UTC)

[Blake holds his hands up[ Nobody needs to know about you beating off to James Bond novels.

[He may have jumped to about five conclusions there.

His expression turns serious, man-to-man.]

Look, however you feel about decency, aren't you worried about broadcasting this shit in public? You're painting a damn target on your back.

I don't, surprisingly.

[Raikov rolls on to his stomach so only his upper body is visible on screen. He props himself up on his elbows and tilts his head in thought.]

A target? From what I've seen of this place, it's much more welcoming to my... preferences than my world.

[The cocky attitude fades into a sad smile]

Besides, I doubt anyone here could put me through anything worse then what I already have.

[Gulag, anyone?]

[That's better. Not as good as putting some goddamn pants on, but you take what you can get.]

People say that, but I wouldn't push my luck, if I was you.

[Then, something real different comes over the guy's expression. A sudden humanity that has Blake forgetting, just for a second, to be an asshole.

It's his sort of stab at sympathy.] You've been through some shit, huh.

[Katya knows when her trainer is upset by just the sound of his voice. She crawls out of the hole she's dug and skitters on up to his shoulder so she can nuzzle against his cheek. His smile brightens a bit but only for a moment as he reaches over to scratch under her tiny chin.

Congrats, Blake. You've successfully defeated the troll in him... for the time being.]

Karma is a bitch.

[Smiling's not what Blake would do if a giant hairy spider rubbed itself on his face, but hey, different strokes and all that shit.

He lets out a heavy sigh, and there's wry understanding in his voice.]

Tell me about it.

[She's a cute spider, at least. Look at that straw hat she's wearing. Deciding he's dwelled on the stomach for longer than he should have, that cocky attitude comes back full force.]

... Besides, I think I deserve to show off and enjoy myself. It's summer, the weather is beautiful here, and I never got to go to any nice beaches back home.

[Goddamn. That is indeed a spider in a little hat.]

Hah, yeah, on Russian beaches you gotta worry about getting eaten by polar bears.

[Blake it is a large country with a variety of weather conditions.

His expression changes. He's shifting around the the tone of actually having a conversation with the guy rather than just giving him shit.]

But really now. You've never gotten any trouble for... [He waves his hand at him] ...that kind of thing around here?

[Good ol' American stereotypes. Raikov rolls his eyes but at least he's still smirking.]

Exactly.

[He's certainly surprised. Usually Blake gives him a hard time about everything. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly, his expression softening.]

I haven't. It's... really nice. Even from the first day I arrived here, I was pleasantly surprised someone immediately started flirting with me without me prompting it first.

Besides, if anyone gave me trouble, I have a good team of protectors with me.

[Two fire type dogs can be intimidating.]

[You want more of those? Blake has lots!

Actual thought and consideration comes onto his face.]

Really? You'd think wholesome fucks like this would crack down hard on anything weird. Magic animals or no magic animals.

I think because this place is already so weird, people are more accepting of things.

Hah, that's a fair point. I guess when you're dealing with man-eating ice monsters every day, you don't have time to worry about the queers.

We're far less dangerous, I assure you.

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