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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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[Karl could sympathize. Both with the boredom, and the lack of individuals who saw eye to eye with him.]

And just what sort of 'vision' would that be?

...You could say I was. [A vacation from Life.] However, this place wasn't what I had in mind.

Quite simple. A necessity where I am from.

What's a little world domination, as some outsiders would call it?

I would rather think of it as putting the direction of humanity in the hand of someone more competent.

[No words for a moment.

Just laughter.

Lots of laughter.]

[Excuse him. Fighting for air.]

...Pardon me. For a moment you sounded like someone I knew.

[Brother Amshel would've loved this one. His plan had been to enslave humans as little more than feral Chiropterans, and to turn the remainder into food-supplies.]

[Guess the poison is a matter of potentially being annihilated in a nuclear blaze or become food between the two. ~~Whoever wins, we lose.~~

For now, this bout has Volgin cocking his brow. To be expected.]

A lofty ambition, the common dream of a madman if you may, but I assure you I am quite a capable man.

Would this someone you know be in the City?

It wasn't meant as mockery. Simply surprised me, is all.

...Regrettably ~~fortunately?~~, no. He's back in my own world.

[It was Amshel who'd kept Karl as a lab-rat, after all.]

Would you say he would be capable of such a thing?

More than capable. He excelled. Patience and planning was his metier.

[There's a touch of bitterness in Karl's tone. His memories of Brother Amshel are rife with fear, hatred, admiration - but no fondness.]

[Volgin might have sensed that as well, but he would not comment on it.

His scheming father was the same way, but papa Boris did not see the once scrawny Yevgeny, his manufactured monster and guardian, wheeling around in a spat of lunatic rage against him either.

Patricide worked wonders.

For now, he calmly chuckles.]

You have to be. A precarious business, but quite a worthy reward for all of the headaches.

[And attempts on his life, whiffs of treason, among other things.]

Hm.

I wonder if my ~~brother~~ acquaintance was rewarded for his efforts.

[Karl had been killed before he'd been able to see Amshel's scheme come to fruition. Perhaps it had? Or perhaps he'd failed. In this City, he had little way of knowing.]

Met his demise?

[There is the sound of something in the background, a clunk as the device is placed on a surface. His voice drifts into distance -- it seems he is doing something. A cupboard squeaks. Some things are set down.]

[He hears the sounds, and is curious. Perhaps the speaker is simply fixing a meal?]

I have no clue.

This City took me away before I could ascertain that.

[That, and he'd died before he could learn the outcome of Amshel's agenda.]

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[Tea. Possibly snacks. A cold-blooded killer and professional monster, but all that with a sweet tooth.]

I have been told you return to the point where you, hn, left off. No memory or anything, but Raikov remembers upon returning.

[He's easy to hear again once he sets the water to boil. And finishes crunching into one of the cookies Raikov brought home. Which thankfully Raikov wasn't there to chide him about it. It'll ruin your teeth, he would say. Make you fat.

His increasing deskwork with all the other stresses associated with orchestrating a master plan on an international scale was already making him fat.]

This is a fucking pointless affair, all of this, if you ask me.

[Karl knows all about sweet tooths. Dumplings, cherries, babies and little boys, his Diva had loved to devour them all.]

I can't say. Raikov is the first one I know, to have been here earlier.

...I agree. There are several theories, concerning the nature of the City. But nothing concrete for them to go further on.

I am not sure if I am desperate enough to humor to what could amount to empty speculation, but Raikov suggests I have all the damn time in the world.

~~/If you never get old and yet they can transfigure you into whatever they please, they could have brought me here twenty years younger./~~

[He curls his lip, leaning against the counter after brushing away whatever crumbs on him.]

If you find anything ... substantial, my like-minded friend- [He chuckles at the last word, "friend"] -do keep me in mind.

[As a vampire, Karl's always had all the time in the world. But the question, as ever, is what to do with it. He was meant to be dead in his own world. And he doesn't much care to 'start over' in a new one.]

I'll be happy to. [He chuckles a little himself at the word 'friend'. In his life, he's had none. Only brothers, a Queen, allies and enemies.] A pleasure speaking with you, Mr....

[Didn't catch your name.]

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[Don't worry, Karl. He calls everyone particularly interesting, or potentially useful, that.]

Volgin. Mr. Volgin will do.

You?

Charmed, Mr. Volgin.

{He'd have called you 'Mister' without being told. He's all formal like that.]

I am Karl Fei-Ong.

Hn.

[Ah, the water's boiling. He grows distant again, preparing his tea. Black, of course. With plenty of sugar.]

Sounds... Eastern.

I'm originally from Viet Nam.

[Mmm. Tea~]

Ah. I see.

[He's thoroughly enjoying his.]

So, would... "Karl" suffice?

If you wish.

I have no preference.

Very well. Karl.

[Sip.]

I shall let you go then. I need to check up on Major Raikov. He is in my unit after all, and as his commanding officer, we have our duties. Even in this world.

[Raikov works. He... well, doesn't. He isn't exactly the sort that could blend in, his size, face... and everything else.]

Hm. Duties...

A rarity in this City, to be sure.

[Away from his Queen, he no longer has his own duties to attend to. The absence is eerie and disorienting.]

Otherwise, this place is damn boring.

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