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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!]

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Hmm...if they can make that, then they must be able to make anything else on this menu...

If you end up liking it, you should keep the menu. They usually deliver; once things are cleared up from the battle, they'll start offering that again.

That's going to end up being a relief. [He won't feel like making food for himself after fighting.] Yeah, I'll try it.

I'll get my normal order then.

{Which is about two of everything, give or take. The old man doesn't smile, but his scowl lightens a little as he shuffles off to haul out her massive amount of food. She hands over the money, then separates Sasha's share and holds it out to him.}

So, grocer's next?

Y-...

[Sasha is glad that she offered to pay, ignoring the fact that Sasha has no cash on him...]

Yeah...

[He's just staring at her stash of food.]

Are you going to eat all of that? Right now?

Well, not here-now, but it will make a nice lunch! I promised to help you stock up, after all.

Oh..

[Sasha usually isn't the kind of person to leave leftovers, but he can see the wisdom in it.

Still, he'll start eating.]

Besides, people stare at me enough for how much I eat. If I eat it all at my apartment, they won't.

You're not a binge eater, are you?

[Ask the lady you just met if she has an eating disorder. Smooth, Sasha.]

No, no. I just have a really, really, really abnormal metabolism or something. I'm always hungry, so I always eat, and I don't really gain weight.

{She's actually underweight, but that's partially from PTSD and the inset of insomnia.}

I've heard of that, but I never realized that it could be so dramatic.

[Of course, Sasha's not really a light eater either, as is par for the course for a teenage guy. But just looking at all this food at once makes him a little queasy.]

I've never met anybody else who could match me. But, then again, I don't know anybody else whose mother is literally insane when it comes to cooking, so...that might have something to do with it.

[Sasha's definitely more of a quality over quantity when it comes to food.]

I think they have competitions for people with your kind of talent.

They do! But...well, I'm kind of well-known in my world, so it's not really fair or appreciated if I enter.

What does popularity have to do with it...?

People know about my appetite. It's...well, one of the titles I'm known by is the High School Girl Detective. The other is...

{She grimaces.}

Well, it's the Piggish Detective.

[Sasha winces. He's not been the target of cruel nicknames, but his friends have.]

No one would want to compete with you, I see.

Even in international competitions?

I'm very well-known.

[Sasha is silent for a second.]

And here I thought I had notoriety.

Well, one of the murderers I uncovered was an internationally acclaimed, incredibly famous singer. And...well, my partner arranged things so I ended up unveling the truth during a live broadcast of a concert being streamed worldwide. And that was just near the beginning of my career.

{And just the tip of the weirdness that is her life, she doesn't say.}

That would do the trick. I've never been on television, and I'd like it to stay that way.

Good plan. Very, very good plan. That sort of attention just brings trouble.

{And fans, and stalkers, and lots and lots and lots of cases, and fake scandals...}

Have you been able to escape the attention here?

Yes, thankfully. Here I'm just another detective at the Agency. There are only a few people who know about that.

That's good. You're still in your element that way.

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