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[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 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.

... But you know what they say about idle hands.

A Devil's playground~

...That's not always a bad thing.

[Another chuckle.]

There will be another time.

[He closes the connection.]

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