Aleksander "Sasha" Nikolaevich Hell (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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soul_campaign2012-11-16 03:56 pm
ferroustigmata) wrote in soul_campaign2012-11-16 03:56 pm
Oдин / Video // Aпрель 8
[Good morning, Death City! Have an injured, unfamiliar teenager on your network this morning!]
I have a few questions.
[Gee, someone sure is to the point.]
First of all: Why do the sun and moon have faces?
[This, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind irritability that comes up when you don't get a good night's sleep. He would have a hard enough time just trying to get asleep considering that yesterday he showed up in a place half-way across the world (as far as he knows) instantaneously without any warning and a barely comprehensible excuse. But the feeling that someone was watching him a little too intently all night sealed the deal, and now Sasha is functioning on the half-hour of sleep he managed to get right before dawn.]
Second: Why is everything around here named so morbidly?
I know America is supposed to be the land of the backward, but could you at least tone it down for the newcomers? Sudden spacial displacement is jarring enough to begin with, trust me.
Third...
[He lets out a disheartened sigh.]
I'm trying to get to the clinic to get some stitches looked at. Two sets of conflicting directions have led me to...[He looks over his shoulder, and continues flatly:] "Death City Heights". [He turns back to the communicator.] So if someone could show me there, I'd appreciate it.
[The request is followed by a long, awkward silence of staring blankly at the communicator, then finally he mutters:]
Я говорю с зеркалом.
[And that's when his message ends.]
[OOC: Translations of Russian can always be found by hovering over the text!]
I have a few questions.
[Gee, someone sure is to the point.]
First of all: Why do the sun and moon have faces?
[This, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind irritability that comes up when you don't get a good night's sleep. He would have a hard enough time just trying to get asleep considering that yesterday he showed up in a place half-way across the world (as far as he knows) instantaneously without any warning and a barely comprehensible excuse. But the feeling that someone was watching him a little too intently all night sealed the deal, and now Sasha is functioning on the half-hour of sleep he managed to get right before dawn.]
Second: Why is everything around here named so morbidly?
I know America is supposed to be the land of the backward, but could you at least tone it down for the newcomers? Sudden spacial displacement is jarring enough to begin with, trust me.
Third...
[He lets out a disheartened sigh.]
I'm trying to get to the clinic to get some stitches looked at. Two sets of conflicting directions have led me to...[He looks over his shoulder, and continues flatly:] "Death City Heights". [He turns back to the communicator.] So if someone could show me there, I'd appreciate it.
[The request is followed by a long, awkward silence of staring blankly at the communicator, then finally he mutters:]
Я говорю с зеркалом.
[And that's when his message ends.]
[OOC: Translations of Russian can always be found by hovering over the text!]
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[He thought for a moment, still aware that he was not the best at speaking with other people. All he could think of to say was something about the dangers of this place. He was ever the doctor only.]
Take care of yourself. When missions come up in this city and you begin to participate in them, injuries are not uncommon...as well as death.
[voice]
Spare your preaching; this is the same line of work I've had for several years now, just with a different enemy on a new battlefield.
[voice]
[So he had offended somebody unintentionally. As a doctor, he felt it was his duty to at least warn. He would take this experience into account for a future time.
The feed cut off.]
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