014 - And Etcetera And Etcetera - Video

[worldofourown]

[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?
...

[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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[worldofourown]

That conclusion, Madame, is for you to make.

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[burnsobright]

Then I shall make it.

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[worldofourown]

And I shall make mine.

[A crooked smile.]

What name do you go by, Madame. It seems a pity we haven't been formally introduced yet. You all but bit my head off the last time I tried.

[Because you said her kids were dead, Karl >B|]

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[burnsobright]

Your Grace shall suffice in regards to I.

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[worldofourown]

But Your Grace from the House of...what?

[Karl is incorrigible.]

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[burnsobright]

Lannister.

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[worldofourown]

~Madame Lannister, then.

I am Karl Fei-Ong.

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[burnsobright]

It would be Lady of Lannister, if you are going to go in that manner, Karl.

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[worldofourown]

Ah, but I rather like Madame Lannister. It has a far better ring to it.

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[burnsobright]

Perhaps in your silly little mind it does.

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[worldofourown]

What can I say?

At my age, I'm rather set in my ways.

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[burnsobright]

An old dog, is it?

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[worldofourown]

Ay, don't be gettin' gassed up like you ish, shawty. I'm straight raw beasty; them punks know ah ain't jawsin'.

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[worldofourown]

...

Tch.

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[worldofourown]

~Old, perhaps.

But still delightfully fresh.

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[burnsobright]

"Fresh"?

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[worldofourown]

Well.

I'm not rotting to pieces so far, am I?

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[burnsobright]

I haven't the faintest idea if you are or if you are not.

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[worldofourown]

Then you may need glasses, Madame.

...

They do have glasses in your era, I trust.

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[burnsobright]

I cannot see every part of you. Who knows what you may be hiding.

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[worldofourown]

~Careful.

A lesser man may take that as a blatant invitation.

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[burnsobright]

I'm afraid you are not my type.

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[worldofourown]

And what, pray tell, is your type?

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[burnsobright]

Why is that of any interest to you?

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[worldofourown]

You brought it up first.

Naturally, it makes one curious.