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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?
...

[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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And the glass was pristine, perfect?

[Volgin likely could hear that smirk. Talking to enough of his contacts in his spy ring had given him something of an ear for it. He makes another noise in thought.

He then might have smiled a bit. It was one of his crueler ones.]

My, if I may: In what way? Were you killing them? Feeding your favorite enemies to them?

Only if transparent walls and lack of privacy heightened said 'perfection'.

[He exhales a vicious little laugh.]

[Private]

My my. Aren't we curious? It's certainly not the sort of talk to entertain over the open Network.

[But yes. He'd killed a few monsters for sport. Watched others devour unsuspecting humans, with a smirk on his face. There was equal pleasure in 'watching' and 'participating'.]

[Give him a moment. This privacy function is new. He just noticed it on his device now when Karl turned it on. It... puzzles him. Scares him, because there is a necessity for a privacy function for a reason. Who could have heard this?

There is the sound of fumbling, mumbling. It's in Russian. He might be calling for Raikov to look at it, but he does not come.

Damn, new technology and he's all alone in figuring it out.

Fumble. Ah-ha. He has it now.

He thinks.]

Hn. Forgive me... We do not have these things where I am from.

[Grunt.]

Now: Open network.

[This is a must-know.]

... There are spies? Parties that do not approve of your, hn... activities?

Fasheazy, pardna.

[A stifled tch. Then - ]

Nor do we have them in my own world.

[A beat.]

I never confessed to any activities. Regardless, the City Network is notorious for its lack of privacy. Hence the need for filters. The Police Force is also rather intolerant of anyone with different habits.

[Like murder and blood-sprees.]

Particularly anyone non-human.

[Maybe Karl could feel Volgin cock a brow at that... slip of the tongue initially. Maybe not.

Tolerance is information. Information is information is information.]

I am aware of the presence and possibility of non-humans in this "City". Vampires I had been specifically told about. I would imagine... these, hn, "habits" would describe the ... natural behaviors you would expect of them. The vampires.

[Volgin sits back. This... isn't too different from using a phone.]

So, Police Force. ... Of what affiliation?

The place is rather biased when it comes to vampires. Unfortunately.

[A beat.]

No affiliation that I can discern. If anything, they're more like a group of vigilantes. Supposedly fighting 'crime' in the name of justice. Or at least, their skewed version of it.

[My. This is familiar, what with Volgin's time in the Soviet secret police, the NKVD, but this time, he would be on the receiving end of it.

He isn't going to argue with any bias against vampires.]

... Hn.

I would fathom you have witnessed this, or this is word of mouth.

Or your own experience?

'Yes' to all three, you could say.

While I haven't had direct dealings with the City Police, I have seen them take the law into their own hands more than once.

[He's reviewing the previous communication records. Karl can likely hear the playback.

He lingered a bit on the first. Too long. Repeat. Because a sadist is as sadist does.

Hn.]

While I think the one with the... pole problem is a fool...

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... The first has fine technique.

[Karl's brief laugh is sudden and malicious. But the malice isn't aimed at Volgin.]

Hnh.

The latter is a bit gauche. But he shows promise.

You sound as if you condone it.

It's only a monster.

...

What's I don't condone is him getting defensive about it. If he wants to torture something, he ought to take pride in his work.

[Now this has Volgin chuckling once again.]

I do like how you think.

My thanks~

That's one remark I barely ever hear from the dullards in this place.

"Dullards". A curious word.

[English is a second language here, okay.]

It does take... a special sort of mind to appreciate that, hn, sort of artform, yes.

A necessity in my work. I'm quite fond of it.

It fits most of the Citizens here perfectly.

Oh really? What is your line of work, if I may ask?

A surprise.

Military. I had done my share of police work prior.

I was very good at it.

Is that right? For what army?

Red Army. Soyuz Sovetskikh Sotsialisticheskikh Respublik. Soviet Union, in the West.

Oh.

[A smile enters his voice.]

I wonder. Are you a friend of Raikov's?

[A grunt.]

I am, you could say.

[Among other things.]

I realize I am in the minority, otherwise. It would perhaps be easy to assume, if you are aware of our... careers.

[He had trouble picturing Raikov as a career soldier, admittingly.]

I'm afraid Mr. Raikov hasn't told me a great deal of his own career. Beyond the fact that his uniform makes him a member of the Spetsnaz GRU.

...My sympathies. This City isn't a sort of place I'd want to end up.

[Volgin stifles a noise. It isn't clear what exactly it is, but the giant doesn't enjoy what he just heard.

(Ivan, you idiot.)

The nature of Volgin's work, intelligence, merited as much secrecy as possible; the less they knew, the better. He hoped that this was something brushed off. Just a word here.

He was provided his uniform on his arrival, but he had avoided wearing it at all costs. Why should he advertise his allegiances in this world, even if empty?]

... [Snort.]

I had been trying to leave to... little success.

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