video; un: viktor

[mehanizovati]

[the video starts near one of the blood blisters, though by 'near' it's clear the video taker has no particular interest in getting close enough to be in a potential splash zone. the video itself is more focused on the pair of blood hounds gathered around it.

when a voice speaks it's with a heavy czech accent and only after scratching that sounds like he's writing something.] I suppose it is customary to make greetings here, as a new arrival, so hello. I am Viktor.

[he clears his throat like he's glad that's over with, onto what he apparently really wants to talk about. the video pans down to a pale finger tapping his notebook, one page blurred and off the the side with what looks like confused formulas trying to figure out how the hell an omni works in his frame of knowledge, the others with notes on the bloodhounds.

one noticeable feature to people without paleblood is he keeps drawing/referencing mushrooms on the beasts, which clearly aren't there.] I've been curious about this fungal growth, especially as I've noticed it on more than just the eh... stag dogs.

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[fattyhands]

[ hard ask, but she supposes she can steer clear of the aggravated robbery and murder charges. she looks like a scrapper though, huh? she wonders if she should take offense to that. heh, why get mad at the truth? it comes with the territory of being an undercity miscreant, she supposes. those types are always scanning for something of value, even if it’s in the gutter, covered in filth.

he probably isn’t looking to dumpster dive for discarded appliances and whatever else, so she’ll kindly skip right over to: ]

If you’re in the market for scrap of the metal kind, Shape of Blood in Prufrock handles most of the metalworking here. You could probably barter for their discarded pieces. [ or maybe even get them free, she doesn’t know. oddly enough, powder would be better at answering this. vi knows she’s quickly acquiring bits and bobs to fiddle and create with. though, wherever powder is getting her supply from, probably best not to introduce competition. ]

Or you can try your luck on the Farther Shore. Word is that items from various worlds regularly wash up. [ a beat. ] Shipwrecks too.

[mehanizovati]

[funnily enough he was kind of assuming dumpster diving would be his best bet, given he's still working out the economy of this place. yes though, vastly prefers maybe not doing that, so vi gets a grateful nod as he commits those names to memory.]

Apparently a great many oddities wash up on the shores here. [like them.] Thank you, I'll keep both in mind. I thought the best I could manage this early on would be a scrap heap or land fill. [not sure looting wrecks on the Farther Shore is safer or better, but it sounds more interesting at least.]

[fattyhands]

[ she knows he’s got undercity blood in him, but he’s played the part of an topsider for years. meaning? she does take some delight in the mental image of this neatly dressed, well groomed man searching for scraps in piles of rubbish. ]

Those might yield better results in the end, so don’t count out digging. [ a pause and then an added: ] Good luck. [ she thinks she might even mean it genuinely.

… great. she may not be at fond or even respect, but she’s moved past her earlier hostility. she wanted some feeling of familiarity to her previous home and now that she’s got it, she’s not certain she wants to let it deepen. so – perhaps it’s time to go.

she turns her head and takes a peek over her shoulder at the lamp, soon looking back to him with a half, up-tipped nod. ] I’ll leave you to get back to your research and whatever else. [ she should get going and check on powder anyway. maybe even coax a look at that hexgem. ]

[mehanizovati]

[viktor regards her for a moment before deciding on something, unsure of how it will be received. a bit hot and cold so far, their conversation. it certainly gave him a lot to think about he didn't imagine he would after leaving their world.]

Will you tell me your name before you go? [she already knows his thanks to his post. with how guarded she is he doesn't expect much. he offers a shrug.] I could stick with 'that pink haired girl,' if you prefer.

[fattyhands]

[ heh; a tiny shake of her head and an even tinier touch of amusement. ]

Not the worst name I’ve been called. [ and she’s not exclusively talking about the undercity or stillwater. trench has a few mouthy brats in it as well and vi’s racked up some interesting nicknames. there’s a certain feeling of safety when anonymity is involved and for a few moments, vi clearly hesitates, eyeing him as though she hasn’t been conversing with him for however long now.

new life, new start, she thinks. doesn’t matter anymore, she repeats. the lines, the divides… they don’t exist as before and so, she concludes that she can play friendly. a breath and then a: ]

It’s Vi. [ she’ll even smile at a slant, the cheek branded vi plumping rounder. yeah, about that – don’t ask. she turns away shortly after and pulls up her hood, flicking one hand out in a backward wave. and that’s it, she’s off to call on her lamp friends and get herself back to crenshaw. time to check in on powder. ]