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poly_chromatic2012-04-28 06:05 am
worldofourown) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-04-28 06:05 am
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014 - And Etcetera And Etcetera - Video
[The feed snaps on to a shot of Karl. He looks perfectly neat and well-dressed. Sane, even. But his left eyebrow keeps twitching. Pursing his lips, he tosses his hair back from his eyes, and opens his mouth. Anyone who knows Karl expects him to break into a spiteful rant about 'Puny Humans' or 'The Worthless City'. Perhaps a charming comment about blood, entrails, dead babies, and the joys therein.]
[Instead, what emerges is:]
AY, YO - WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WIT' CHOO, CITY? Don' be tryin' no bubble-poppin'; you bitches gon' be balled up! Ya gots 'til midnight to set me straight, and I'ma low it. Else I'ma put that smack-a-lackin' on ya. We straight thug nasty. We ain't taking shit from nobody, ya' mean?
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[Pause. Blink. Scowl. His left eyebrow twitches worse.]
Bravo, City.
How am I supposed to conduct any business, if even I don't understand what I'm saying? Unless there are translators who understand this gibberish.
[Reaching to shut off the device.]
If there are any, I demand your services for today. Until then - peace out, yo. Keep it trill.
[And he nearly brings up two fingers to make deuces, before catching himself with a smothered growl. Wow. Look at his eyebrow twitch. Muttering between gritted teeth, Karl snaps the device shut. Translators, feel free to get in touch!]
[OOC; Hit with Lost in Translation, Karl is cursed to spit disses like a Gangsta. (Or maybe a Wanksta?) He has no clue what half the words spilling out of his mouth mean. And it's weirding the eff out of him. Help a vampire out, City! :|b]
[Instead, what emerges is:]
AY, YO - WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WIT' CHOO, CITY? Don' be tryin' no bubble-poppin'; you bitches gon' be balled up! Ya gots 'til midnight to set me straight, and I'ma low it. Else I'ma put that smack-a-lackin' on ya. We straight thug nasty. We ain't taking shit from nobody, ya' mean?
...
[Pause. Blink. Scowl. His left eyebrow twitches worse.]
Bravo, City.
How am I supposed to conduct any business, if even I don't understand what I'm saying? Unless there are translators who understand this gibberish.
[Reaching to shut off the device.]
If there are any, I demand your services for today. Until then - peace out, yo. Keep it trill.
[And he nearly brings up two fingers to make deuces, before catching himself with a smothered growl. Wow. Look at his eyebrow twitch. Muttering between gritted teeth, Karl snaps the device shut. Translators, feel free to get in touch!]
[OOC; Hit with Lost in Translation, Karl is cursed to spit disses like a Gangsta. (Or maybe a Wanksta?) He has no clue what half the words spilling out of his mouth mean. And it's weirding the eff out of him. Help a vampire out, City! :|b]
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I manage a vampire bar, young man. I won't have customers' orders botched up because the bartender wasn't sure I meant blended fruits or blended newts.
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[Back to the Gangsta Speak.]
Ay yo. Tha' foo gettin' folded on too much 'tron. Mutha's spillin' c-notes all ove' the flo'.
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C-notes-- that's slang for a hundred dollar bill, I believe. Some guy's spending all his money on buying patron?
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I mean, you're right. At least, you'd better be.
[He has no idea what any of those words mean :|]
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What was your name again? Akira Udou, correct?
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[Staaaaaaares at the screen.] I can't put a name to your face though, sorry. Refresh me?
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2/4 <-- Lied >D
We met when I was -
[He starts to say genderswapped. What comes out is:]
When I wuz a bitch wit' em titties, brah.
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Suffice it to say, my name is Karl Fei-Ong. That, if not my face, ought to ring some bells.
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Oh, right! We talked about flying dragon rides. I'd ask what's new, but I think I have a pretty good idea.
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[Siiigh.]
Stop that. Immediately. There is nothing humorous about this.
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Tell me, Mr. Udou. Are you busy today?
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I work at an establishment in the Underground. It's called The Raven. I may need a translator of sorts, until midnight. Would you be willing to come along?
Feel free to decline, if the sight of blood makes you queasy.
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This damned City.
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I'll pay you for your time.
[All said very primly. He doesn't enjoy asking favors from humans.]
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demand itinsist....
All 'em brahs needs dat cream, farizzle.
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