Aug 01 15:50:41 106 PA - Rasputin's Story Time

From Chronicles

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Description: What Rasputin, thought was going to be cooking lesson, turned into a story time about his history. And a brief lesson regarding Vampires.

Attending: Emayn and Rasputin

Kingsdale - Yakov's Deli(#2090Rh)

Rasputin's Deli is a lively place, normally a short man is behind the counter serving up orders of beef, brisket, chicken, pork, sausage, fish and just about every other type of meat product you can imagine. Rasputin's is a well known secret to low, medium and high class people of all type. Rasputin has all sorts of customer's coming and going at all times of day or night. He isn't open 24-hrs, but he might as well be.

As you walk into the Deli, next to the door is a small lunch counter which faces out into the street. Opposite to the deli counter are four small booths. Both of these locations serve as eating space for those that choose to grab a quick bite of food or one of Yakov's and Rasputin's famous five meat monster deli sandwiches. Most people don't use these booths, but the lunch counter is constantly being used, as it provides a great people watching vantage.

Rasputin is working away, preping for tonights dinner take out order rush and tomorrow's breakfast. He makes quick work of stacks of ribs, chopping and dicing quickly. Then moves onto thinnly cutting strips of baccon.

Ema lets herself in, sliding into the Deli with a small smile on her face. She doesn't immediately announce herself, letting the closing or opening of the door signal her arrival. She takes a seat and plants her elbows down on the table top, her chin falling to waiting hands as she watches the dwarf work.

Rasputin softly hums to himself some old Russian song. The small door *chime* doesn't even slow him down, apparently. After making quick work of the bacon, he puts his knives and cutting board in the wash tub, scrubs his hands carefully, then moves to work on some veggies of some sort. He starts to chop carrots, then stops. He slowly looks over his shoulder to the door. He cants his head a moment, then turns around futher. As his eyes scan over you, he chuckles loudly, "Da, da. I am not hearink thinks!" He smiles, "Greetings mink friend. What can I be doink you fors? Foods? Or lessons?"

"Maybe start with a bit of conversation, i guess? I'm sorta curious to learn a little bit more about you, see what you have to offer," she grins, watching you, cheek resting in her hands as she looks at you sideways, "I'm more than a little curious about what makes you tick, and why a chef is curious to learn a little hand to hand."

Rasputin grins, and goes back to chopping carrots as he talks and answers the question, "Wellink, I am from Mother Russia, da? I was born there, do you be thinkink how one makes theirs way from all that distance?"

"Its been on my mind, one question of many, I guess." she grins, "I have this feeling you weren't always a chef, and so I'm curious about that too." she leans back in her chair, hand falling to the table to drum her fingers lightly on it's surface, "Am I being overly nosy?"

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. Dhese are goodink questions. Mink peoples came heres, through many," He pauses, "Months, travels. Dah, rightink. We have foughtink, much of it." He finishes the carrots and then works on a few zuccinni, "I am, at times, still fightink. Thus, I am trainink to be betters withink that. Da?" He continues his work.

"But how did you get here? And why did you risk traveling so far to come here of all places?" She asks, her curiosity evident in her voice, "Surely you didn't just think it'd be a good idea to head east for a while?"

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. Dwas the, uh," He pauses a moment, "We were forced from our Mother." He pauses a moment in his chopping. Then continues, "We were fleeink, and we keptink goink, till heres we came."

"Fleeing?" Ema looks up in alarm, "From what? And why?" She stands then, walking over to the counter and leaning against it as she addresses you, "Was it warranted? Or did you flee one persecution for another here?"

Rasputin shrugs a bit as he continues to chop up a few other veggi's, "Ours village was attacked. By, uh, " He says something in Russian, an flashes of deformed power armor, robots or borgs with claws and spikes, ripping people, "Reavers, da. Dats the names in Englrish." He sighs, and moves onto chopping up cabbage, "And place beink much betters. Da. Well, so fars." He chuckles to himself, "Life is always beink changink, da? Nothink for sures. And net, east. We went westink. Long journeis. Many peoples were beink lost." He sighs, "Manys madink it dhoughs."

"Reavers? You were attacked by technology using foes? And, forgive me for being forward, but you said you were a magic user?" she shakes her head, curls bouncing about her face, "You're just steps away from being in that same situation again, and yet you decide to stay here and risk it?" she hmms, "Well that at least explains why you want to learn to defend yourself a bit better, I suppose."

Rasputin shakes his head, "Da, tech warriors. But net, not same. Not reallies." He finishes up, and now begins to quickly dices all of the carrots, zuccinni and cabbage into one large pile, "We were a smallink village, perhapsink, 300 peoples. This is city, da?" He chuckles, "With factories, and juicers, and peoples." He shrugs a bit, "But, eh, it is betters here, than theres. For nows." He turns around, the very sharp knife in his hand, "Andink, I do hunt, dhus, must be keepink skills goodink." He smiles an odd grin, and then goes back to working on whatever he is working on.

"Were you a chef back home as well?" Ema says as her dark eyes take in the knife before falling back on the dwarf, "I would think that such a small village wouldn't have had much use for a full service Deli." she grins, leaning more onto the counter, elbows and forarms resting on the counter-top, her chin falling down to rest on her arms.

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. I am learnink this from store owner, Yakov. He taught me a great deal," He chuckles, "Manies lessons."

"I can't help but feel you are being intentionally vague about what you used to do, at home," She says as she almost stares at you, "If you don't want to talk about it, thats fine, just say so, and I'll quit trying to find polite and subtle ways to lead it out of you."

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. I was childs." He turns around and looks at you, "I am a young Dwarf, da? Who olds do you thinkink I am?" He chuckles and then turns back towards the work. Images of a very young looking Rasputin, playing in what seems like an amazing snow filled field. And playing in spring as the snow melts. With young humans, elves and dwarves.

"I have no idea," Ema says standing up straight again and taking a few steps back from the counter and begins to pace a bit, "I hear your people live a long while, a hundred years old?" She asks with a grin, eyes scanning the empty Deli, "You must have learn much of what sorta things exist to the west. Cities out their, D-bees that have made the area their home, towns, perhaps?"

Rasputin chuckles, "Net, net. I am but pup still. Less than half that figures, da." He smiles and begins to put all of the finely chopped veggies into a large mixing bowl. Then he slowly laddled various liquids and items into the bowl. "But, I have seen much thinks. Why are you askink?"

"Its just a vauble amount of information to have, not many groups have gone out that far and come back. It'd be nice to have some first hand information about the types of things that lay out that way." She spins on her heals, turning to face the dwarf, "For one who makes her living such as I, it's always a good idea to have as much information about the different beasties out in the wild as possible.

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Such informations can be very goodink to knows." He scratches his head with the handle of the spoon he was using to scoop. "I a bittink about monsters, and beasties, and magiks of coursink."

"Well maybe we can trade that for a your sparring lessons? Teach me about some of the critters you know about, any bits of folk lore and what not, even any rumors you heard in your travels, and I'll consider us square." She grins, walking up to the counter agian, "How does that strike you?"

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Dhough, I am thinkink, cooking is better skill." He chuckles a bit, "But, your choicink, da?"

"I tend to eat out a lot," she says, smirking mischieviously, "And besides, if you teach me what you know, I'll have to stop eating out,and eating in more. And the when would I see you?"

Rasputin chuckles a bit, "Da, da," With that he begins to mix the large bowl, over and over, the ingredients getting fine tuned. He then works over the mixture, and finally serves up a small amount on a plate. He puts it on the counter, and beckons for you to come over, he puts a fork on the plate, "How is this tastink?" He asks as he goes to wash over his hands, "Da, whichink would you be likink to learns firsts? Magiks, Monsters, Magiks creatures?"

"I know a good deal about magic," she says with a wink as she dips her fork into the mass on the plate and takes a tentitive bite, "Could you use a tad more kick to it?" she opines, "But then, I tend to like my food a bit spicier than most." She takes another bite, and looks back up at you, "Magic Creatures, on the other hand, I could stand to learn a bit more about them. I've had more than a few run ins on my own, so a knowing more wouldn't hurt at all.

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, wellink, there are one schooles of knowledgs which that of Faeries and magical creatures. Another, more nasty, Monsters and Demons." He finishes washing his hands, and begins to dry them, "Two schools, pickink?"

"Something tells me I should be more worried about the Monsters and Demons, so How about we start there?" Ema shrugs at you as she idly dips her fork into what's left of the little plate, she does a great job of finishing it off.

Rasputin nods, "Da, da." He frowns a bit at the slaw he has made, "Moreink spicy? Da?" He draws up a clean spoon, then puts some on another plate and tastes it, "Net, you are touched." He chuckles, "How abouts we be startink, tomorrows? Or next days, on less Monsters and Demons. Da? Givink me times to puttink notes in order."

"Of course, I really didn't expsect you to start teaching me right away, I just figured a bit more getting too know you time was in order, if we're about to be spending a bit more time together." She grins as she stretches her arms above her head, leaning from the left to the right, "When ever is best for you,w orks for me."

Rasputin nods, "Net, net. You have started me learninks, da? I will do in turns," He smiles, "Though, I can be tellink a few thinks quickink. What are you knowink, about Dhampires?"

"Nasty little buggers," Ema chimes, face getting a bit more serious as she sits, crossing her legs beneath the table, "Hard to hurt, harder to kill, Hate Globe of Daylight and Silver? Like other undead?" She seemms unsure, of the last part, but shrugs it off.

Rasputin nods and smiles, "Da, nasty. Teeth, claws, and shiftink." He ponders a moment, "Silver and sunlight, are goodink. Wood is goods too. Vater, runnink vater. Very goodinks." He tugs his beard, then ponders, "Stakes, goodink, but temporaries. Da? Net kill, till heads cuts and betters submergink in running waters." He smiles, "Da?"

"Ok, thats good to know, cutting off the head is usually a good way to tell if something is dead," Ema grins and nods at you, "Seems they're pretty vulnerable to pretty common things, though, so that shouldn't be too much of a worry."

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. One on ones, net bads." He grows grim, "Dis when it is 5 on one, or 10. Then dis much bad. Da? They do not fight fair, they fight in numbers." He tugs his beard, "They can beink shaping changes. Bats, Wolves and mist. They are tricky, will flee if they cans. Then returns soonish, and ambush."

Ema nods and hmms to herself, "Smart," she offers up, lips pursing a bit, "Ok, so always exspect more than one when fighting one, and be prepared for anything." she nods once more, "Ok, I think you're not the only one who needs time to prepare. I think we should call this a night, as I think i'd like to have a voice recorder handy for these lessons, to make sure I don't miss anything."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da. You takink, care. Oh, last think, Globe of Day, only holds them back. Will not hurtink them, Da?" He smiles, "Used to flee, or prepare. Not attack." He chuckles, he tugs his beard, "Takinking care, da?" He smiles.

"I'm always careful, especially in this part of town" Ema says with a smirk even as she stands, pushing her chair gently back into place, "I'll be seeing you soon, you have my number when you want to schedule some time to get our learn on." she offers up a wave, and heads for the door, "Have a good, Rasputin."

Rasputin nods and goes back to his work.