Dec 04 06:41:02 105 PA
From Chronicles
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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.
Behold! It's the new waitress-and-sort-butcher-girl! The old waitress may or may not have suffered a horrible, lingering death. Or she might have quit her job to become a chemist. This may forever be a mystery. Or until Rasputin dilvulges this blurb of information, but that's going off on a tangent. At any rate, Valerie is working behind the counter, and appears to have a little trouble serving the customers. She needs to have rather specific instructions to figure out what they want, and that leaves her a tad slow. Unfortunately, Rasputin himself appears to be out at the moment, possibly saving the city. Yes.
In any day working Kingsdale retail, there will be out of the ordinary customers that come through most places. No doubt the deli gets a few of those each day, with perhaps one of such coming into the door now. If nothing else, Desmond's height will make him stick out amongst the majority of more human proportions. Add to the mix his armored and armed state and one or two will glance towards him with mixed reception. But as the massive feline enters, his outward state seems peaceful enough, expression a neutral mask devoid of a strong leaning of emotion. As he comes in, he pays no mind to anyone person at first, instead inspecting the premises and wares, wandering towards a less occupied portion of the store initially, where there is less chance he might bump someone.
Valerie cuts off several paper-thin slices of meat for one of the customers. An annoyed look has camped on her face, and she even sends the almost transparant cuts a glare before she wraps them up thoroughly but inexpertly. She offers it to the man, and money exchanges hands. As the man departs, Valerie finally looks up and then sees the kitty. Her delicate eyebrows arch momentarily, and she flutters her eyelashes in a blink. Her hands flex involuntarily, as she looks over his portable armory with great interest. Hungry little eyes here.
Desmond is ignorant of the attention he gets at first. Ears perked, he studies some of the meats on sale. Though his seems a more discerning eye as rather than a general, hungry sort of inspection, his eyes flick in quick darts from one potential purchase to the next. Dismissing some things that don't fit his criteria, lingering his attention to mark this or that which may. He turns after a moment to inspect another part of the store. And as his attention sweeps around, he catches on Valerie. Not hard with the gold hair. This, of course, leads him to note the attention, met without a shift in that composed demeanor. His eyes scan across her curiously for a moment before his head dips, an acknowledging nod given.
Valerie finally tears her eyes away from all of Desmond's toys, although it doesn't prevent her from asking, "Can you use each of those weapons?" in a calm but clearly curious tone of voice. And at that point she steals another glance at the rifle. When another customer addresses her, she frowns faintly, and only seems to pay him little attention. Yes, she'll do well in this business.
"I wear nothing that is not useful to me," Desmond replies, his deep voice a rumbling basso profundo, a subtle roll edging his r's. He moves forward steadily, approaching Val's counter as he continues, "There is little use carrying what is of no use." His eyes flick towards the customer seeking her attention, musing him quietly for a moment before his eyes return to the smaller woman. "You work here?"
"What is that you are wearing?" Valerie asks curiously, apparently still finding that more interesting than serving the customer. A trait usually possessed by teenage girls, but there you go. She finally glances at the customer long enough for him to give his order, at which point she half-heartedly goes about preparing it for him.
Desmond glances down at himself briefly, considering just which of his possessions she asks after. "If you mean my armor, it is NTI's BA-1 Carapace armor. Light, but strong." He considers her for a moment before he wonders, "From what springs your interest in things such as weapons and armor? I might opine that you do not seem the type to be interested in such matters, but looks are often deceiving."
Valerie aims her eyes, and a rather sharp glare, at Desmond. She has a good glare on her, but it doesn't last long. "My home is in need of such things. I have never seen such weapons in such great quantity..." She purses her lips. "Or so many wizards gathered in one place, and so freely," she muses. Finally she turns her attention to her actual work, and prepares the man's order as well as she can before handing it to him. That leaves no customers ahead of the catboy.
Desmond meets her glare without a blink, though there is a mild note of interest when it comes to her words. "I see. Curious.." he pauses, gazing at Valarie thoughtfully for a few moments before he queries, "Is that your purpose here? To seek weapons for your homeland.. in defense of your people?" His ears perk as he asks this question, betraying his interest in the possible answer.
Valerie hesitates for several seconds before she nods. "That is part of it. I need weapons and knowledge." She appears to be somewhat uncomfortable admitting this, but hey. There's a guy wearing a big armor and enough weapons for several men. If he's not the sort to help her, who is?
Desmond nods his head once and is again thoughtful. Though big and obviously martial, there is a keen intelligence behind those eyes of his and all about him seems deliberate and given to thought. "A curious thing, that. I know another who holds a life path not unlike your own in that regard. I am curious as to the details of this.. but I suspect that this is not a proper time, nor place to discuss such things." His eyes flick towards any nearby patrons that might still linger about, observing the rest of the shop briefly before his eyes return to Valerie. Valerie offers the kitty a nod. "Yes, you're right." After all, while Desmond might be her next customer, a few have come in after him. "What do you want?" she asks in a more businesslike tone.
Desmond considers, glancing about the store briefly. "In the now, nothing special. Five steaks of lean cut. As fresh as you have in stock," he rumbles after that brief moment of thought. "Perhaps in the future I will have something more.. exotic to ask for." And despite his words, a bit of curiosity prompts him to ask, after a few moments of silence, "What homeland do you hail from, if you would speak of it in the now?"
Now THAT'S something Valerie can get behind. Steaks. Honest slabs of quality meat. She goes to work, and while she might still not be the expert that Rasputin is, she's clearly better at preparing them than the paper-thin stuff she did earlier. She wraps the steaks up, she does. "Up North," she finally replies and puts the package down on the counter.
"This world then.. very well," the big feline replies thoughtfully. As she puts the package on the counter, he opens one of his belt's pouches, drawn out some credit chits. Enough to cover the meat, with a bit left over is laid out on the counter before the rest goes back into his pouch. He picks up the steaks and considers Valerie for a few moments before he says to her, "Perhaps soon our paths will cross again and you can speak of your search. Perhaps introduce you in time to another who seeks as you do.. together you may do more than apart, but such is for time to reveal I would think."
Sweet. A tip! Valerie sweeps it up, and offers the kitty another nod, and even a fleeting smile, before she says, "I would like that. Have a pleasant day." And then she's turns to the next customer, although now she's a more absent-minded. Something to think about, after all.
Desmond dips his head once and rumbles, "Take care, especially after dark." With that he will turn them to exit. He goes as he came. Quietly, one or two of the folk lingering edging from his path as he moves to the door and pushes through carefully. Tags: desmond, valerie
