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5th ⥌ Video/Action for Violet City ⥍

[For those who know him, it should be pretty damn clear that Reid is not as he should be right now.

He's dressed in jeans, a cigarette nearly burned to the filter is held between his lips, studs are in his ears (when he definitely didn't have them pierced before), and his entire body is in a very hostile stance, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tilted up defiantly. In honesty, it'd be pretty easy to mistake him for a teenager. A very angsty, rebel-without-a-cause teenager.

But worse than all that, his eyes are bloodshot, his pupils unnaturally dilated, and his arms occasionally shaking with tremors. He's high as a kite.

His Misdreavus and Munna are both flying around his head screeching as he turns on the 'Gear. They're outside in the fog, ghost Pokemon flitting in the mist.

Before he even acknowledges the 'Gear, he carefully takes the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing out a plume of smoke before dropping it to the ground, and then he lashes out at the Pokemon around him. He gives one solid swing of his fist, sending a squealing Munna flying out of view, and the Misdreavus screeches again before flying after her.] Will you just shut up?!

[Reid looks at the 'Gear again, scowling, and every muscle in his body tenses, like he's getting ready for a fistfight.] Okay, Mark, I know you're listening because you could never keep your goddamn nose out of my business, so I'm telling you right now--I'm going to get a bat, hunt you down, and bust your fucking kneecaps. Whip out your stupid Pokemon all you like--I'll just whip out mine.

[He takes out a pack of cigarettes--already half empty--from his pocket and pulls one out, lighting up with trembling hands and then taking a drag. He lets out a horrible cough, his lungs struggling to go from being smoke-free to chain-smoking.] And I don't know what you did to take my body mods, but I'm telling you right now, you're going to fucking feel that.

[Yang the Absol lopes through the fog, crouching by Reid and biting his pant leg, trying to tug him desperately, but Reid just kicks him away without even looking, which is quickly followed by a wince and a growl, his hand instinctively going to his knee.] And whoever else is watching this, I need Repel and painkillers. These fucking Pokemon won't stop bugging me, and someone seriously screwed up my leg.

[Guess who's been possessed by a Yamask?]

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Straitjacket? What? 'Cuz I'm giving that asshole what he deserves?

[A Vulpix who Albert may not know materializes out of the mist, running up to Reid with an angry cry and firmly biting down on Reid's leg and scrabbling at his ankle with her claws. Get out of her Trainer, demon!

Not!Reid flinches with a curse, and then punts the Vulpix out of sight. (Reid is going to be so pissed at his Pokemon being treated like this.) He looks down at his ankle, pulling his pant leg up to examine it, and it's bleeding.] Fucking Pokemon! They won't leave me alone!

[Oh. Oh, okay, that is it, dammit, Reid, you do not kick the wildlife and—

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Wait a minute, he's seen someone do a full personality reversal before and it was not pretty and ohhh, shit.]

Guess they don't like you.

[Yeah, this might actually be a serious problem, Albert. You think about that?]

Oh, really? You're sure? 'Cuz they were just being so subtle that I had no idea.

[A massive tremors runs up and down his arms, his teeth clenching involuntarily, and then the muscles relax again, but seriously, whatever he's on could also turn into a problem.] Who are you, anyway? You're just being so helpful that I should thank you by the name you haven't even told me. [Sarcasm. It drips.

Yep, definitely could be confused with a mouthy teenager. Also, hopefully sudden and complete amnesia won't alarm you, Albert.]

[Okay, look, the last guy he saw possessed ended up with his brains splattered against a jail cell door, and right now Reid's a whole city away as opposed to a couple feet on the other side of a set of bars. Let's not agitate the potential psychopath here.

...Jesus Christ we're sending Albert Rosenfield to not agitate someone, we're all doomed.]

What do you mean, who am I? You talk to me once a week.

[It's like it's not even trying to be Reid accurately...]

[Yeah, hope that you didn't like Reid that much, because he might be in trouble here.]

Once a week? What, do we only talk when I'm high? I don't remember seeing you. Ever.

If you're trying to not look like a complete sketch, you're failing miserably.

[Wait, there was ever an impression that this is an attempt at an accurate representation? And now Reid looks a little weirded out, because Albert is totally the weird one here and not the body snatcher who may or may not seriously injure Reid.]

[Dammit, Reid, this is why you should've come to Goldenrod so Team FBI could babysit you properly. B(

On the upside, whatever's messing with Reid doesn't seem to be outright evil so much as just dumb as a sack of bricks and standoffish in spades.]

Good thing I'm not trying, then. What's your name, kid? Or did you forget that through the mushrooms, too?

[Reid insists he's a responsible adult. He doesn't know why this keeps happening to him. 8( ]

Hey, you first. You're the one who's talking like you know me.

[Luckily, you're right when you say it's not outright evil. It's just really self-destructive, and unfortunately, Reid's along for the ride.]

[REID. B( ]

Albert Rosenfield. Now spit it out.

[Reid sneers, and considers not answering, but he would hate to just be called 'kid' over and over.]

Amanda.

[...Make that she would hate to just be called kid over and over.]

You know, for someone who 'talks to me once a week', you don't know much, do you?

[...what

the

actual

hell.]

What.

[ w h a t ]

[Guess what, Albert? Reid's suddenly a woman! :D ]

Are you deaf? My name's Amanda. Ah-man-dah. Want me to spell it?

Yeah, that's exactly what I thought you were. A man. Duh.

[ALBERT, YOU'RE NOT FUNNY.]

You looked in a mirror lately?

[Biggest. Scowl. Ever.]

Just because I'm flat doesn't mean I'm a guy.

[But nicely selective perception helps her maintain the illusion of being a woman. Acknowledging that she's in a male body is acknowledging that she's not in her own, and that's acknowledging tha she's jus a foreign body, leeching a couple days of o someone else to prolong a life she lost a long time ago. That's not a realization Amanda's subconscious will let her have.

...Also it helps that Reid could really pass for a girl if someone dabbed on a little makeup and he grew out his hair.]

[And it's Denise Bryson all over again. Or would be, if Reid were wearing a wig and a skirt. And claiming to be from the DEA.]

Just because you're delusional doesn't mean you're a girl.

[Reid will wake up stoned out of his mind in drag. He would really like it if you avoided that, Albert. As well as any other havoc this madwoman is going to wreak on his body.

She rolls her eyes and takes a drag of her cigarette, hands trembling.] Why am I wasting time on you? I have a man to cripple and tats to restore, so if you're done being a fucking creep...

[Albert. Please put a stop to this. Reid doesn't want tattoos. ;.; ]

Well, let's see, buttercup. One, because I'm probably the only person who's going to give you the time of day right now. Two, because you're high as a kite and I'm betting you wouldn't make it five steps without keeling over and eating dirt, the way you're hacking after every drag. Three, because you make one move toward either of those goals and I guarantee the wild animals will hold you down and maul you until you can't. And four, you really don't want to get mauled since the only competent medic, me, is currently about eight hours away from you by air in a world with no damn planes.

[WELL OKAY HE WILL TRY HE GUESSES???]

Now put that damn thing out and cut the crap.

[Amanda takes a breath to speak, but there's a soft growling sound that cuts her off. She shifts to look downwards, and she's surrounded by a Munna, a Misdreavus, a Litwick, an Absol, and a Vulpix, all tensed up and ready to tackle.

...Yeah, somehow, she has a feeling the creepy guy is right about them. Nonetheless, she sneers anyway at him like an obnoxiously petulant child.] Why the fuck do you care?

[Also, just to be a bitch, she's going to take another nice, long drag of that cigarette. Reid's lungs are crying right now.]

[He can't see the surrounding critters from the camera angle, but he can hear from the growl that they're there, and so that warrants a brief raising of the voice —]

HEY. He moves, two of you get his knees and the biggest one sits on him once he's down, got it?

[That's not violence, that's restraint.]

And I said put that damn thing out. You're turning green around the gills and I don't feel like hanging here on the line and listening in while you vomit up your stomach from it.

What the--you're telling them what to do?!

[But hey, behind her, Missy the Misdreavus floats up so she's visible on camera, giving Albert the closest approximation of a thumbs-up she can. They got it!

But now Amanda's pissed, because while Albert's gruffness may work for Reid, it's not working for her. And she happens to be the soul of an extremely self-destructive teenager with a penchant for doing things just for shock value. She narrows her eyes and raises one arm to show the camera.

Then she presses the burning end of the cigarette on the inside of her wrist, grinding it out, and then flicks it to the ground, leaving only a circular second-degree burn.]

There you go. It's out now.

[Yeah, that hurt, but she can deal with pain if it freaks people out. Also, the Pokemon are kind of frozen staring at her. Did she just seriously...?]

[The thing is, it's far from the worst injury or shock value act Albert's ever seen, but it doesn't have to be the worst for there to still be something decidedly rattling about watching it play out before his eyes. And this is why he hates teenagers, and quite frankly this is what he was dreading this whole time, because this is what BOB did, too — kept his vessels as long as they were useful and then used them up. Shock value. Taunting them.

A dead man with his brains bashed in lying crumpled on a water-slick floor.

The Pokemon may be frozen, but Albert's eyes are dark, and he almost begins to say something — but then his eyes flick to where his Scyther is standing flanking him, and okay, this is stupid but sometimes in moments like this you have to go with stupid because it means it's going to work.

The problem with telling Reid's Pokemon what to do is that "Amanda" will realize he's doing it.

But he's willing to bet she doesn't speak Pokemon — and both Dummy and the guardian angels over there do.]

You're a cheap hack. Anything for a reaction, right? I've seen two-year-olds more subtle about crying for attention.

[And in the pause that follows, Dummy quickly chimes in to politely request that Reid's roster knock him down and pin his hands like right the hell now, please.]

[She sees those dark eyes. Satisfaction makes her give him an equally dark smile, because there is very little that gets her more excited than seeing people's reactions. She's never felt guilty since she's only ever hurt herself, but right now she's not aware that she's also hurting someone else.

She takes a breath to speak, but FUCK NO POKEMON ARE MOBILIZING

The Absol and Vulpix are the first to move. With angry cries, they both barrel forward, headbutting Reid's knees. Amanda cries out, immediately falling down and holding onto one knee in particular, the one that had been bothering her before, and then a Munna is clinging to her face. She starts swearing a blue streak, trying to rip Flora off, but Yang knocks her over and sits right on her chest. Missy and Elle sit on her right wrist while Nate sits on her left, and Flora flies to join him. Pinned Trainer, get!]

Fucking--goddamn it, get off of me you mangy fucking--

[Good. Good roster. You'll thank him for this later, Reid — not that he'd need thanks in exchange for this one.

Meanwhile, over a whole city away, Albert's knuckles are quickly going white from where he's clutching his Gear.]

Hey. Psychic hambone. [LOOK HE'S KIND OF BUSY HE CAN'T BE EXPECTED TO REMEMBER FLORA'S NAME RIGHT NOW OKAY] Can you get in his head and knock him out?

[She's a psychic thing, right? They talked before about psychic things messing around in people's heads. And let's be honest, he's not going to get through to this bitch, whoever she is, so knocking Reid out is probably the best bet they've got right now.]

[He will thank you later, but right now, he's a teenage girl who thinks you're employing Pokemon to kidnap her or something, so there's a lot of screaming and swearing and struggling right now. The Pokemon are struggling to keep her pinned, and Dummy might be able to hear them holding their own in the 'swearing a blue streak' department.

Also, psychic hambone? Really? It takes Flora a second to realize he's talking to her, and then she flies at Reid's head, clinging to his face. Unfortunately, without her at the left hand, Amanda manages to throw Nate off, so a Litwick goes flying across the screen, and Amanda claws at Yang's side, trying to pull him off, but the struggles get weaker and weaker, and eventually she goes limp.

After a while of no movement, the Pokemon carefully get off of their trainer. Missy flies off to find Nate, Flora flops over next to her trainer's head, and Elle and Yang both pad towards Reid's left wrist. Elle gently takes his sleeve in her mouth and pulls it back, revealing the burn. Yang examines it, but Elle just bows her head and delicately runs her tongue against the damaged skin, trying to soothe the wound at least a little bit.

Yang looks up at Albert expectantly. So now what do they do?]

[Well, tough cookies for the teenage girl in question here, because Albert is basically the antithesis of screwing around right now and quite frankly, he doesn't give a damn what she thinks about this situation, colorful vocabulary or not. The fact of the matter is, he doesn't like the position he's in right now — the wrong end of a TV screen, much too far away to stand any chance of intervening firsthand, and stuck putting his faith in a handful of biologically implausible Pogglemuns to keep this kid from doing something they're all going to regret.

He's seen possession before, but that doesn't mean he knows how to deal with it. The last guy he saw possessed ended up dead, and the evil inside him was still on the run. That's not an option here. But that doesn't mean he knows yet what the other options are.

(Damn this kid. And damn the girl he's supposedly traveling with, where the hell is she and why isn't she stopping him right now. And damn Johto for putting them all in this position in the first place.)

Meanwhile, though—]

Dammit, don't lick it, do you want it to get infected?!

[How the hell is he supposed to know if a fire fox's mouth is sterile or not? He's betting not.]

You want to help, you need to get that iced, washed, and bandaged, pronto. And considering all of you are lacking in the opposable thumbs department, that means either one of you better go play Lassie and drag over a nurse, or you're gonna have to figure out a way to take him to them.

[Elle looks up at Albert and gives him the best glare she can manage, but at least she stops licking.

And then Missy comes back on screen, chittering with Nate being carried by her weird tentacle hair things. She doesn't think any nurses will come out if they try getting one, since a lot of people are at the center and it's dangerous out here with all the ghosts.

Yang grunts. He agrees that the nurses can't come to them, so they'll need to go to the nurses, and hope that the ghosts don't decide that it'd be fun to attack them en masse. It'd be easier if they had a human with them, though.

Yang orders Flora and Elle to go try to find Mio, wherever she is. They're the only ones beside him who aren't especially vulnerable to the ghosts.

Then he pads to Reid's head, bows, and takes the hem of the neckline into his mouth, beginning to drag him across the ground while Missy and Nate fall over themselves trying to help and Missy grabs the communicator. If you have any better ideas, Albert, then they would be happy to hear them.]

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[Video] TW for self harm. Suffice to say, she put out the cigarette and Reid's burnt now

[Video] gdi possessed reid

[Video] After this, he's getting a nice break. Time to play with SCIENCE and get badges and stuff.

[Video] yes but now worried Albert has to COME DOWN THERE gdi you kids B(

[Video] aw c'mon Albert you can't let a teen be a teen and break Reid? 8(

[Video] no because he hates teenagers and also fbi agents getting broken

[Video] YOU'RE NOT HER FATHER D:<

[Video] yeah, and thank god for that. >B(

[Video] screw you Albert >8C

[Video] no thank you, he's busy right now

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