poly_chromatic | 014 - And Etcetera And Etcetera

[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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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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