Apr 29 20:36:57 108 PA - A Little More Help for the New Guy
From Chronicles
Apr 29 20:36:57 108 PA.
MAIN STREET SOUTH
Down the street more and more, slowly into the city, eyes scanning side to side, up and down. The large man is wearing a leather jacket to keep the drizzle off, though apparently nothing that bothers him enough for a hat of any kind. He seems quite aimless, but in a way that you study something new, not the way that you wander around after downing two cases of alcohol. Apparently with no intention of sliding quietly from darkness to darkness, just walking among whoever also happens to be around at this hour.
Bella's coming from the other way but ain't in no hurry, neither. Her coat hood's up to keep out the drizzly stuff and hands and stuck in her pockets. Her only walking path's just stepping around puddles. Cause wet shoes are bad.
Sebastien emerges from the gym. Apparently he's one of those guys who isn't naturally thick as a brick. Clad in nylon sweat pants, a dry (yet not for long!) tee shirt, and carrying an overloaded duffel, he runs across the street from Harry's to duck under the awning at Happy Burger, nose wrinkling as he heads South on Main. Those around him aren't recoiling in horror, nor does he have smell-o-vision lines wafting in crazy squiggly paths at those nearby, so he must have showered at some point. Alternating between jogging through rainy patches and walking when covered, the young man spies Pavel and quirks a little smile, eyeing the gold and silver. Bella, for the moment, is lost. Must be 'cuz she's so small!
Hmm, hmm, look, that's interesting. The man stops for a moment to gaze down the prettier area of the River Walk, and then the gaudy colors of Happy Burger, smiling the way that people do as tourists or at least newcomers. The entry of the other man, wearing odd clothing and darting from shelter to shelter does catch his attention. Yet he still moves as if one who's not been here long. Not a shy or timid expression, just apparently not seeing a need to run over and meet random people on the street. Even if they are wearing funny clothes and dashing from shelter to shelter. He just stops and watches the street for a while. All sorts of interesting beings and bots. Wow.
Small and ignored lots. Bella does a little darting. When stuff falls quicker from up high. Just so she can catch a little break and stand under something. Too bad it's gotta be all bright 'n happy. She spies Sebastien easy too. Since he's closer. "Out 'ere swimmin'?"
"I was!" Sebastien replies, blinking and grinning down at the little Bella. "I figured the pool was too warm and had too many bikini-clad women, so I should come out here and be a land fish amongst the well-wrapped ladies of Kingsdale." He winks down at her, and then nods over towards Pavel. "Speaking of fish. Think he's been in town long? I'm no expert, but that looks like real gold."
Well, a very short person and a taller man standing together by a gaudy, horribly flashy something with lots of light and windows seems to catch the man's attention. He glances. Once. Twice. Then shrugs and lumbers over in that direction, though his eyes are barely scrunched as if he's thinking of something. Perhaps only that he seems to be moving against the normal flow of traffic at the moment.
"Hmm." Bella eyes the sort big maybe new guy. And all the shinies. "Bettin' not. Easy ta find out both. Show 'im the Dregs 'n see if he's inna gutter later." She shrugs. There's a smirk under the hood too.
Sebastien chuckles at that, and hrms. "Somehow, I think, that is not the best way to introduce him to beautiful Kingsdale." The would-be knight frowns down at Bella scoldingly, his reproach not quite making his eyes, and then peers up at the larger Pavel. "Ah, hello! They do grow them big where you're from, non?"
The grown-big man lumbers over to the other two and dips his head a few times. Then, as if being choked, he slowly grunts out, "Yes. Vary beeg. Beeg fameely. I Pavel." He bumps his chest and points past the two at Happy Burger, obviously straining for words. "Ees. Ees. Many breet." He frowns and thinks. Then very easily says, "Ochen yarkii." Looking between the two, he makes two attempts at communication. If either is recognized, the grammar and vocabulary are impeccable. << Do you speak Russian? >> Then in another language, << Do you speak Euro? >>
Sebastien shakes his head, and replies, "Je parle francais, hablo espanol," and then his mouth forms into a little 'o' and he speaks in a language foreign to Earth, but quite familiar to elves and dragons. It's more or less the same message -- I speak this language. The first dialects he speaks sound familiar to a Euro speaker, and the words might even be intelligible, but it's by no means exact. "Sebastien," he points at his chest. "From a small family. You should not show this gold here, this oro, or."
"I Pavel. Good meet, Sebastien," the man says, though still tripping over American. He looks down at his hammers, unconcerned, and shakes his head as he looks back at the other man. "Meen. No take. Ees.. ess.." he shrugs. "No take. Okay. I no speek that," Pavel says with a slight wave toward Sebastien. "No know." He pokes his chest. "Iz Rossii. Many far." If the comment about gold was supposed to be interpreted differently, at least as far as what was spoken, it passed by him.
"Pavel," Sebastien speaks a touch disappointedly, his eyes narrowing. He takes in a deep breath, and then looses it, before lifting his free hand, palm up, and using it to beckon the man to follow. He takes a few steps, easing down the street, and then looks back, rain falling on his head, as he waits to see if the larger man is following.
The fullback blinks a few times, but otherwise follows. Unless his eyes are lying, he's no fool. In fact, perhaps rather bright. Just a poor grasp of the American language. Despite his frame, he moves fairly smoothly, too. Smoothly enough that he easily follows Sebastien. "Ess pro...prob. Problam? Da, new here. No know, Sebastien." He still trips over the man's name a bit.
Sebastien nods down Main Street, saying, "Ruski! There, Ruski." He heaves the duffel over one shoulder, nose wrinkling as he glances back at it and casually shifts it back off his shoulder to carry at his side once again, and Sebastien sets off into the night, headed South on Main, as the street grows gradually narrower, less crowded, and presently less clean.
Pavel doesn't stop, but definitely slows. "I know not good. No.. no safe." He shakes his head and falters over the language. "Beeg woman. She say Valeriya, when I catch. Try steel. I no let." He squints an eye, then spurts out, "She theenk vayry strong. I no theenk same. No take." He pats his chest. "I keep." He takes an even longer breath, even closing his eyes. Pavel tries to form a coherent sentence. "Woman try say she no take, try say I.. I glupyi." A large fist then taps his temple. "No glupyi. Valeriya no good. No leeke. Man say.. say 'Dreg bad. Stay gone. I know. Spaseeba. Problem? More?"
Sebastien peers back at Pavel, chiding gently, "But you're so big!" He grins at that, turning to face the man, and says, "There is Yakov's Deli. Rasputin. Gabriel. They both speak Russian. Big Russian community." He nods, and shrugs. "Valeria isn't any good. She is dangerous. Rasputin is a good man. So is Gabriel. Come! You should meet them."
<< I hope that they speak Russian, it's very difficult to find anyone who does. >> Pavel would make a lot of sense, if you spoke Russian. "I find. Go.. there." He points in the southerly direction. "Feend playce sleep. Do svidaniya, Sebastien. Again see." He'll then begin to lumber off in that smooth way of his in the indicated direction.
