Aug 10 01:02:17 106 PA - Rasputin and Dark chat Theory

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Wed Aug 10 01:02:17 106 PA.

Particpating: Dark Rasputin

Brief: Dark and Rasputin talk about each other's magik and summoning things.

Kingsdale - Yakov's Deli

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.

Dark arrives from the Street.

Dark has arrived.

At this late hour, Rasputin is preping for the following day's breakfast. He is chopping and dicing through piles of vegetables. As the knife flashes through the onions, tomatoes, zuccinni, and others. While, he does he sings, "I cannot fallink asleep, not stayink in bed. I son minya nye biryot. Ya s-khadil by k Sashe v gosti."

Dark enters from the street, the soft chime of the string of bells on the door alerting those within to his presence. Pulling his robes more tightly about himself the man appears, perhaps, weary. Coming forward he stands before the counter looking up at the menu for a long moment. When he speaks, it is in Euro with a western accent. "Good Evening." he says, his voice modulated by the voice emitter on his mask.

Rasputin barely looks over shoulder and smiles, "Da, da. Dobryj vecer! Comink in, havink seat. Are you wantink foods? Drinks?"

Dark shifts on his feet a bit. His body language, how he raises the back of one hand to cover his mouth, would betray a yawn. Yet there is no sound from within the mask. He continues to speak in Euro. "Perhaps to start, some Borsch? And what is good today? Something with peppers and onions I think." he says.

Rasputin chuckles, "Net, net. Net borsch rights nows. I am havink very goods chicken's noodles soups? Da?" He chuckles, "And how abouts a roast beef dicink with green and red peppers and some nice onions. Da? I am thinkink peoples calls it a Philly Beef sandwich? Da? Soundink good?"

Dark nods his acceptance after a small sigh. "Yes that sounds very good." he says. Both hands come up and, with some technique of adjusting fasteners, remove the faceplate of his mask and slide it within his robe somewhere. Face revealed, a caucasian man, he continues to speak. The difference in his voice is... profound. "It is just I am rather fond of borsch. No matter however. Judging by aroma alone, I am certain you know your craft."

Rasputin chuckles and nods, "Da, da. I am sorry my friend," Rasputin moves into speaking Euro, his thick Russian accent still there but much more easily understood,"I only make Borsch on the weekends. I could make some for you Friday, one day early. If you come back? Da?" As Rasputin speaks, he quickly clear laddles out a large bowl of chicken noodle soup. Then puts it on plate with several pieces of fresh, sourdough bread. Then slide onto the counter for you take. As he does, he smiles and immediately begins to prepare your sandwitch. "What brinks you out so late this fine evening?"

Dark rubs his eyes for a moment, then nods his thanks for the bowl of soup. "Well, you would be surprised what you can find in the Dreg Market when there are even less people about." he says, dipping some of the bread into the broth with one hand. Another fishes out from somewhere a small figurine of black stone, in the image of a nude woman with the head of a fox and three keys in each hand. "You never know unless you look. Like this piece. I can tell just by holding it in my hand it is from someplace far off. Probably another dimension, though maybe not. Maybe just made by D-bees somewhere here. Study it a bit, and maybe I can take a shot at going there. Wherever there is."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. So you are a dimenstional traveler then?" He says over his shoulder, "I have not been traveling to other dimensions, do you vist others often?" He chops up the bell beppers on the grill, the sizzle increasing smell in the deli. Then he chops up a half of an onion on the grill as well. Finally, he tosses down some thin roast beef and the smell is complete. He butters two very large pieces of sourdough onto the grill as well, then finally he turns around to look at you and wait for your answers.

Dark nods after a moment, rubbing his chin. "I do I suppose. My Master originally focused on summoning in my training, though knowledge of travelling and dimensions was a part of it. He doesn't travel as much as I do, though he does some... and is certainly capable of a lot more. But I enjoy it. There is an unimaginably great deal to learn out there. And to profit from. Sometimes I find things here for pocket change that are important commodities in other places I've been. Other times it is just the opposite. And sometimes junk is just junk. But either way, there is always something to be gained, even if it is just in seeing a new place. So collect things that have that touch of 'somewhere else' to them from the markets here."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, summonik? That can be very dangerious work, can it not?" He looks over at the food on the grill, and mixes it about a little, then flips the bread, and puts some swiss cheese on both halves of the sandwich, "So then, trading from one to the other? Or sometimes, less trading, and more, uh, 'redistributing' things of value?" He grins, and almost tugs his beard but stops as his hands are clean right now and he frowns as he notices what he was about to do.

Dark chuckles softly, shrugging his shoulders. "Trading mostly. But sometimes, if the natives are right dastardly buggers, redistributing with prejudice... doesn't seem like such a bad thing if you follow. I mean there was one time I was at this place, I only went the once... who knows if anyone but the spiteful things there have a name for it. Anyway. Purple skies and moonlight and pixie dust and all of that crap. Only these little things, like faeries... but, right ghastly mean. Saw the things eating on something humanoid when I showed up. They were all guarding this little shrine, in this grove you see. Right mean. Didn't feel bad at all setting the lot on fire. You would think they never saw a incendiary grenade before. Probably never had."

Rasputin nods slowly and shakes his head, "Da. Other worlds have other rules, not good rules." He shakes his head and sighs, then he quickly assembles the sandwich. He cuts it in half, putting toothpicks in each half, and serves it with a side of fresh coleslaw. He brings it to where you are sitting, "My own people experienced the laws which some live by, and how they can cause harm others." He says, now, food delivered, he tugs his beard.

Dark shakes his head, starting to eat on the bread that was soaking. After a moment, and swallowing, he speaks. "Indeed. And you are right. Summoning can be dangerous, especially for the careless. Yet it can also achieve wonders." he says. "And my condolences for your people. The vagaries of beings of the Realms can be... unkind."

Rasputin shrugs and goes to wash his hands, and give the grill a quick cleaning. As he goes about his work he says, "Net. My are survivors. Many are not so lucky. Many are seduced by evils, and do not see it in the true form until it is far too late. My people stood, and fled, " Rasputin chuckles, "Sometimes, fleeing is the only way to live, da?" He turns around, "Dis good, da? I hoope?"

Dark thrums his fingers on the counter, eyes downcast on his new food, but clearly not thinking about the food. "My Master taught me something that can be... difficult to fully accept. And harder to apply. Most people only advance, or grow... improve, when they are under some form of adverse condition. When they must strive against something. So... generally speaking, he considers it illadvised to keep ones self removed from conflict or difficulty. A... weakening influence in the long term. Now, whether this something that would apply to your people or not, I have no way of knowing. Likely the fleeing was a hardship on it's own in many ways."

Rasputin nods, "Da. Leaving and being destroyed, or running and risking losing everyone along the way. Net an easy choice, net at all." He tugs his beard, the frowns and goes to wash his hands again, "But, then we have stayed heres for many years, it is a good place. Well, good enough for now."

Dark begins to eat his soup in earnest, this creating some silence for a few minutes. Eventually however he speaks once again, some five minutes later. "That must have been an astounding journey for common people. You are a long way from your homeland if I am not mistaken. Do you mind if I ask how it was accomplished?" he says. He is perhaps half done with the soup, and begins to sop with another piece of bread at the broth once again.

Rasputin works for a bit, then replies after finishing his piles of vegetables, "Da, it was a long journey from Mother Russia. We used Shifter's and Walkers mainly, to jump bad parts. Or to flip past unscouted parts. We lost, many along the trip. But, we did eventually make it to a place that we can call home."

Dark quirks a brow, still soaking the bread. "Indeed? That must have left quite a magical lineage amongst the survivors then. Interesting. Few peoples could ever have such a history. It must be a close community I am sure."

Rasputin shakes his head, as he washes his hands again, before putting the vegi's away, "Net, net. No more or less than before. My village was made of Humans, Dwarves, and Elves, we had a great deal of magiks before. And after. Just, fewere peoples overall, after." He sighs, "But that was many years ago."

Dark looks down towards his bowl, eating a few bites of bread as he thinks. "Quite interesting. Were you on the journey my friend? If so I would very much like to hear about it. Hard as it was I imagine you saw some very unique things."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, I was on it. It was many years ago, I was very young. And in love." He chuckles, as he puts away each type of chopped vegi, into its' own container. "So, I don't remember a lot of the details. We hopped around, for years I think. Kind of meshes togehter. I was also learning my trade then, so as you can imagine my memory on it isn't super clear."

Dark finishes the bread and is about to start back on the soup when something seems to occur to him. "You must have a rather unique perspective on the refugees that have arrived recently. How did your people convince the city to let them in? And if you don't mind my asking... how do you feel about these recent arrivals?"

Rasputin chuckles softly, "You know, yo uare the first person to be asking me that." He finishes his work, then washes his hands again, "My people came with something something to survive. To make our place. We did not come with our hands open, we came into the city. Came to the Dregs, and carved out a home." He chuckles, "Well, some in the dregs some outside. My people were one people before, I do not think the refugees are one people. Now, or perhaps ever?"

Dark says, "Indeed. I am not certain if they have a sense of community for themselves. Or if they have retained one amongst themselves if they ever had one. Else I think they would have done as your people did. Perhaps it sounds harsh yet I think perhaps it is in their own best interest to remain outside the walls and experience some hardship in the near future. Perhaps they can grow from it. And perhaps, those within, can grow from having to watch.""

Rasputin shrugs and tugs his beard as he finishes, then frowns again and washes his hands again, "Da, perhaps. Or those that can afford it or have the skills to find work can move into the city. I'm net sure. But, either way, I don't know if the city should be responsable for sovling their problems, da?"

Dark nods, more deeply this time. "Also quite true. Though some would argue otherwise, I am in agreeance. Though I am troubled at the apparent victory of this Coalition. I should not have thought it possible over a citystate that employed the Art, by one that did not."

Rasputin shakes his head, "I am thinkink, it is numbers. Numbers can do much to cause problems. And, of course, the war is net over yet, da? Perhaps Tolkeen has more up it sleeve?"

Dark draws in a breath, sighing to himself and shaking his head. "Indeed." he says. Then digs back into his soup with more fervor. Despite his apparent aversion to doing so before he begins to speak around bites. "Very good by the way." he says, indicating the soup. "And, ah, I should wonder. If your village was, or is, so mystical... you must not be over fond of the Coalition yourself?"

Rasputin chuckles a bit, "It wasn't of great mystical power, just had those of the magik in it is all." He tugs his beard as he thinks a moment, "The Coalition seem a bit misplaced. I understand them wanting to protect their own, but they take it too far. They hunt, and not nurture. They hide and not teach. I think they will implode on their own fear, but I only hope I'm here to see it."

Dark nods once again, setting back to the soup. He is almost finished. In fact he finishes up with the last piece of bread, wiping the inside of the bowl with it. The he pulls the sandwich over and begins preparing to eat the thing as well. "Strange how comforting some of the small things are." he says. "Like food. Anywhere there are humans, the food may be strange at times... but it still tastes good." he says.

Rasputin chuckles, and tugs his beard, "Da, da. Food is good four the soul, and body. Da?" He smiles, "Do you still speak with your Master?"

Dark 's eyes flutter, the man looking up. His expression becomes considering. "Sometimes. Our tradition is... perhaps disfunctional in that regard. Remember what I said about the believing that adversity fosters growth? Well, it applies especially stringintly to apprentices. So, Masters tend to be very... unpleasant towards the later stages of training. So, even now that we can be pleasant to one another... and I know he meant it to be good for me, sometimes I still hold it against him. If you can understand that? It isn't so uncommon among us. We hate, loath, admire, respect... and love our teachers perhaps like no we could no other. I would go in a moment if he called me, for anything. But all the same, I am not eager to see him again unless I must."

Rasputin nods slowly and tugs his beard, "Da, I can understand having issues with the way one's teacher teaches." He half sighs and half chuckles as he tugs on his beard again. "Da, I am understandink." He thinks to himself a moment, wondering about the conversation and the path it has taken. He looks around to see if here is any more work to prepare on for the morning.

Dark looks up, sitting back in his chair after a few bites of the sandwich. "What of yourself? Have you always been a purveyor of fine delicacies?" he says, after chewing and swallowing.

Rasputin nods and smiles, "Da, I have been training with food of all sorts for a good number of years. I'm not perfect compared to those masters, but I'm fairly skilled at my craft." He chuckles and tugs his beard, "I would dare say I am better than most on this side of the city."

Dark wrinkles his nose after a moment, appearing contemplative. A few more bites of sandwich and quiet thinking later he responds. "I confess the food isn't what has drawn me here, though it may indeed bring me back. I've heard rumors that you practice some manner of the Art yourself. And I was curious about the matter of a non-guild Magi living in the city for so long."

Rasputin tugs his beard, "Da, da. Most mages in this city are not of the guild." Rasputing tugs his beard hard, "Much difficult to get into that place. Da?" He shrugs a bit, "But, I have been known to use the Magiks. My teacher, not master, but teacher, taught 2 thinks." Rasputin raised his fingers, "How to make a hell of a brisket, and how to try a dhampire into dust." He chuckles and tugs his beard a again.

Dark chuckles softly, shaking his head. "My Master taught me to stay away from them, to be honest. One thing he did say avoid. That they were, are, unwholesome. Not to be tempted by their offers. That in time I would understand how hollow they were. Who knows. I can see for myself that they are right dastardly buggers however."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, well, I may be selling my teacher short. He taught a few other spells, but not too many." He shrugs and tugs his beard, "Did you havink a specific question regarding my magiks? Or just were wondering if I knew some?"

Dark says, "Honestly I was curious what area of the Art you practiced. If we might... confer, if the occasion arose. And whether were like to be friendly or... not. But nothing in particular. No requests as it were.""

Rasputin nods slowly, "Mainly general magiks, nothing particular really. I don't mind confering at all actually. Especially, if that confering leads to hunting down dhampires or other nasties. That type of thing, I'm always interested in."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Mainly general magiks, nothing particular really. I don't mind confering at all actually. Especially, if that confering leads to hunting down dhampires or other nasties. That type of thing, I'm always interested in."

Dark chuckles, nodding. "So I have gathered. Hopefully my practicing of the fine art of Summoning and Conjuration doesn't bother you then. Just don't assume I meant for anything dastardly to happen if it does eh?" he says with a wink.

Rasputin shrugs, "Da, net. One never knows. Dhampires are tricky, the others." He shrugs a bit, "I worry that there are other things which go bump in the night, so to speak." He sighs, "I've seen, well, I've heard about a summoner trying to summon one thing, but well..." Rasputin tugs his beard, "They aren't with us any longer." He shrugs.

Dark quirks a brow, leaning back on his chair again. Finishing chewing his bite of food he lets out a breath and thrums his fingers on the table. "A mishap? Do you know if what he called forth made it through fully, or no? It could still be out there."

Rasputin shakes his head, "It was an entity," Rasputin tugs his beard, "Mink magik knowledge of summonings, isn't very good. Net. But, needless say, he is no longer with us."

Dark quirks his nose a bit, looking down at his sandwich. "Entities of any variety can be very dangerous. Of course they are often summoned for just that reason, but... that can be double-edged, as it were." he says. Then he eats some more of the sandwich, taking a few bites, chewing and swallowing unhurriedly. Eventually however he continues. "Some however wouldn't have killed him. They would have wanted to use him, if they could. To bring more evil into the world. Or just more of their kind. I don't know so much that they are 'evil' as much as they are things which see us as prey, and thus we tend to think ill of them."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, ants to an ant eater, da? Morality doesn't make much sense to something which sees us as ants," He shrugs and tugs his beard, "Dhas why I don't mess with summoning magiks. Too, well, unpredicatable."

Dark shrugs a bit, making a dismissive gesture. "Most people focus on the bad examples. And the darker side of the Art anwyay. A Sorcerer isn't limited to demons and like you know. One of sufficient skill could just as soon turn about and summon a Spirit of Light or a like noble thing to support a noble cause. My Master keeps a pair of warrior Angels as guardians for his Sanctum, and he and they have been there for... a long time. I've seen him summon things for their ability to do work, or to heal... The focus on bloodshed and mayhem is because that is what scares people, and gets talked about the most I think."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, I do not thinkink I thought about that. Though, a bargin or deal must made for something like that? Da?" He shrugs a bit, "We should talk more da? But for now, I am thinking I should get a little rest prior to he morning. Would you need me to wrap that sandwich for you?"

Dark blinks after a moment, then nods, a smile coming to his lips. He stands and fishes out coin enough to pay the tab and slides it over onto the counter. "Very good. You may have a repeat customer my friend. The name is Athelstane." he says, offering his hand.

Rasputin nods, and extends his large well worked hand, "Rasputin Khlysts. This is my place, of course." He chuckles, "Well, I am holding it in trust." He grins, "We shall talk more, and perhaps learn a bit from each other. Magik's ia wide topic, da?"

Dark 's hands fish out the faceplate of his mask after the men shake. Refastening the thing in place appears to take only a moment to his practiced hand. When he speaks, afterward, his voice is back to the machine modulated tone of before. "Indeed. Indeed. Well met."

Rasputin nods and smiles, "Restink well, da?" He says as he leads you to the door after wrapping up your sandwich, "And walk safe out in the darkness. And bump back, if you need, da?"

Dark chuckles, well, darkly. More so because of the voice distortion. "Believe me. I can. And good night."