Dec 26 00:43:23 108 PA - Whose Line Is It Anyway

From Chronicles

Dec 26 00:43:23 108 PA.

UNCOMMON MECHANICS

The bay doors to Uncommon Mechanics are closed due to it snowing outside. Tek is the only one in the shop right now. He is sitting at his normal work bench with a couple rifles in front of him. One looks as if it is completely assembled but the other seems to have Tek flustered. He has specialty tools spread out all around and both a hand grip and scope seem to be giving him some trouble.

Wandering in out of the snowstorm once again, Pavel ducks to keep his head a safe distance from the ceiling. He has his giant hammer with him today, and it looks absolutely beautiful. A mirror shine on its head and haft. "Allo! Tek! Doeeng vell Snov ees bahd, da?"

Tek looks up as Pavel comes in with a smile and replies in Euro, << I am not a fan of snow and ice. Wreaks havoc on machine parts. >> setting down what he is working on Tek gives you his full attention, << Just stop in for a visit, or is there something I can help you with? >>

Remembering again that better communication is available, Pavel replies in the same language. << No, just passing by. Wondered if that steel was doing well for you. Not many people want to have it delivered in one huge chunk. But the snow and ice isn't so bad. All you need is a little fire. >>

Tek waves a hand at an open seat at his work bench, << Well come take a load off. I have not as of yet had need of the steel but it will be used at some point, it is just a matter of time. >> then he absently looks towards the door, << As far as the snow and ice... I think you are a bit mistaken. Sure fire will work but in all honesty what is needed is heat. There are several things that produce that. But I do concede that a nice fire eases more woes than just coldness. >>

Pavel looks around for a suitable bench, asking briefly, << You need heat. For what, cutting the metal? >>

Tek shakes his head still smiling, << No no, I have several different ways to cut all sorts of metal. But I appreciate the offer. Right now I am having a bit of trouble with mounting this hardware. I know what I did wrong but that doesn't help with the fact that I still have to start over again. >>

<< Oh? You're working on the rifles? Don't need the big plate right now? >> Pavel's still trying to find a place to make himself comfortable.

Tek nods, << Yea, just adding on some hardware to make them more accurate but I must have been in a rush or something cause I used the three hundredths spanner when I was fitting the hardware when it is a two seventy five. But I can fix it. >>

Pavel may not be a mechanical genius when it comes to optics, but he does actually know how to apply them. << Ah. Yes, they can be finicky. Whose rifles? Got someone going on another grand adventure? Think they want them plated, or maybe turned into pieces of art? >> He chuckles at that - but who knows what he can be seeing in his mind's eye.

Tek glances down at the rifle and says, << They belong to Jaxain. I am sure he would love to have them all prettied up though I am not sure if that is what he has intended for these. Though you could ask him. >>

Pavel considers, but shrugs. << I already have jewelry that I'm making for customers. Expensive. I wish that I had things to spend it on. >> He sounds sincere. << I can't think of much that I really need. >> His brow furrows, he's thinking on the issue with that much concentration.

Tek perks up at the sound of money to spend, << Well if you wear armor there are always armor modifications that could be done. I have been thinking of adding a portable computer to my cyclops armor that would display in the visor. There are also many different types of optics that can be added not to mention the obvious armor upgrades that are available. But if I were truly rich I would want one of those robot dogs I have read about that they make that looks real but have an AI. >>

<< Robot dogs? >> Clearly, Pavel has no idea what that references. << But my armor, I doubt that you could modify it for me. It's not any kind that others wear. I have a rifle. I have my hammers and knives. Zoyenka. A radio. I'm not sure what else I could need. >> Then he looks up to ask, << What's an AI robot dog? >>

Tek smiles wide, << Well it looks like a dog but it is actually a robot. And it has an artificial intelligence so it can think for itself, although in a limited fashion. They look cool as hell though quite expensive. >>

<< They look like real dogs? so I wouldn't know if it was a dog or a smart robot? >> Pavel is obviously interested and impressed, but then his face falls. << Why not get a real dog? They love you, and they're free. They're probably smarter than a robot dog, too. What's AI? >>

Tek shrugs, << Well AI is artificial intelligence, which means it has the ability to think for itself though it is limited. But it is made out of MD material and can even have some weapons hidden so if combat happens a robot dog could actually be an asset. >>

<< Why would you want a dog with weapons? Regular dogs bite, you know. >> Pavel isn't confused or stupid, he just obviously prefers the simple and the organic. << Dogs are supposed to be companions, not weapons. Men fight with dogs, dogs fight with men... but I don't think that I'd like to have a dog around the house with a computer for a brain and wearing a hidden rifle. >>

<< From my understanding the weapons are not standard or the norm for them, simply possible. But a robot dog can have all sorts of other things programmed in. They are great trackers as well. Though if you prefer the organic over the electronic of course a real dog would be better for you. I was sorta just dreaming out loud. >>

<< Oh, I see. >> Pavel nods and gets up to look at the rifles, but not touching them. << Which one has the sight out of line? >> His huge hammer is left where he'd been leaning. << What kind of rifle is it, anyway? I can modify them a little, but obviously I'm not exactly one for long-distance shooting. At least, not with these. I learned on old rifles, with bullets. I'm a fair shot! But it's not usually what I use to hunt. >>

Motioning to the heavy assault rifle, << It is the C12 Heavy Assault Rifle that is giving me the problem. And it is not an alignment issue... It is a mounting issue, which was totally my fault. But I will fix it. >> Tek picks up a piece of it and examines it for a moment before setting it back down. Pavel nods, and lifts the other rifle. He doesn't hold it wrong, but he doesn't hold it correctly, either. No, he's clearly gripping it as one would when expecting recoil. << Hmm. Energy is good. Physical things are better. I think that it's hard to stop something from simply hitting you. I have seen mages and beasts who would get shot with lasers and plasma and all manner of energy and not get hurt - but a simple bullet would kill them. Or? >> He turns with the muzzle aiming not at Tek, but at least in his direction. Safety? Bolt action rifles don't have safeties. << What about vampires? Even if it doesn't hurt them, it can knock them off their feet, no? >>

Tek shrugs, << I have an energy pistol is all. Though I can do things that even vampires are hurt by. >> standing he steps back and a field of electricity crackles and sparks to life around him for a second before he sits back down with a smile.

With impressed brows rising, Pavel says, << Didn't know that vampires were hurt by electricity. Nope. Never heard that one! But over there? >> He nods his head in the direction of his hammer. << I have my own specialties. Unless my grip slips, the silver should let me put one of them down in a single blow, at least temporarily. A long temporarily. We all have our specialties. In fact, Jaxain? I made him some weapons. Perhaps he's rethinking the wisdom of his own body getting close to bad guys? >>

Tek shrugs, << I am of the opinion that if there are bad guys, keep them as far away as possible. Though having something for close up help when it gets to that. >>

The large blacksmith shrugs. << It doesn't matter much. I'm not a fighter. Not that I can't, but there isn't much call for it. No one thinks of a blacksmith when they need assistance. I did kill a dinosaur with one blow, though. Maybe I'll get invited along again. >> Pavel's eyes sparkle with the very amusing memory. << Should have seen the look on their faces! To be fair, it was trying to kill me first. Pack hunters against Bartholemew's group, not the kind he actually wanted. >>

Tek pats a large wrench that hangs from his belt and then a two pound short handled sledge hanging from the other side, << If I have to do close up work like that which I hope never happens again I usually go for one of these. But I prefer to do my fighting from inside a vehicle or power armor if at all possible. >>

Pavel looks at the wrench, and the tiny sledge, sizing them up. << How much would they hurt something? They look.. like things that someone could bend, in the right hands. I don't like being inside of anything. It's too stuffy. >>

Tek shrugs, << They are just normal everyday hardened steel. But if I hit an unarmored foe it would hurt. Well unless they were supernatural or some types of D-Bee's. Like I said I prefer to merge with a vehicle or power armor. The rush doing that is exhilarating. >>

<< Mmm. >> Pavel doesn't make a completely convincing sound. << I would be stifled. But.. doesn't it seem like everyone these days is supernatural or augmented in one way or another? I've never seen a regular fist fight, you know? >>

The large man in light snow gear continues speaking, but in Euro. << I don't know what you expect to do with a little hammer like that. I think that everyone would simply pull a pistol on you. Not that I would, but someone would. >> Pavel starts to turn the rifle over in his hands, obviously examining it as someone who really doesn't know much about that type of weapon. His wavy, shoulder-length hair is only slightly wet, possibly indicating that he has just come in from outside minutes before.

The bay doors are closed at Uncommon Mechanics though the lights can be seen on through the windows. The door however is unlocked. As you walk in you see a very large man, football type build, leaning near a very large shiny hammer (6 ft haft) with a JA-12 Laser Rifle pointed in the general direction of a rather small man you recognize as Tek. Tek seems unfazed by the large man's actions. They are talking easily and Tek seems to be fumbling with a C12 Assault Rifle at a work table.

Tek raises the two pound short handled sledge looking at it, "Well do you think you could make it more effective for hand to hand combat?"

Another potential customer, or merely one seeking refuge from the cacophony outside enters. The cloaked figure bears neither hammer nor conventional energy rifle. Instead, a stave- or spear-like metallic object is used as a travel aid.

A short little ugly D-Bee wanders into the garage through the unlocked door just behind the cloaked person, "Knock knock." Fizz calls out stepping inside to catch sight of the scene.

Pavel's head turns to look to the door as the winter is suddenly allowed in to caress his cheek and blow about his hair. The lighting is more than enough to allow him to see that he can't see what has entered. Not in detail. He hefts the rifle in his left arm and uses it to wave. The hammer may be prettier, but it's not in his hand. Calling out in... American? He greets the newcomer with, "Allo!"

The bay doors are closed at Uncommon Mechanics though the lights can be seen on through the windows. The door however is unlocked. As you walk in you see a very large man, football type build, leaning near a very large shiny hammer (6 ft haft) with a JA-12 Laser Rifle pointed in the general direction of a rather Small man you recognize as Tek. Tek seems unfazed by the large man's actions. They are talking easily and Tek seems to be fumbling with a C12 Assault Rifle at a work table. Just inside the doorway a slender cloaked figure with a walking stick and Fizzlesnoot who both seem to have just walked in.

Tek looks up as the doors open and then open again, "Hello there ummm... Aya I think. Right?" then looking and seeing Fizzlesnoot he gives a smile and a nod of greeting but his attention returns to Aya.

"Hello," Aya replies as she steps further within the large structure, "and you are correct." For the moment, she appears more interested in the arrangement of the interior or simple curiosity than excessive conversation. "What is this place?"

Fizzlesnoot just steps over to where everyone is hanging out. A tip of his hat to both Pavel and then Tek, "How are you all doing today?" not to anyone particular, just being friendly as business is being conducted.

"Allo!" The large Pavel calls again, this time to Fizzlesnoot. Waving the rifle in the general direction of the doorway, he asks, "Ees frohm een cohld? Mahny peepohl seh ees too cohld ovtsaheed." As for what this place is, he leaves that to Tek. "Fizzlesnoot! Hav fohr you someszeeng!"

Tek stands and makes his way over to Aya, "This is Uncommon Mechanics. I am one of the lead mechanics here. We fix, modify and enhance anything mechanical from vehicles to power armor or body armor." waving a hand towards the table he stood up from that has the assault rifle on, "or any type of hand held or mounted weaponry. Is there something I might be able to help you with?" For anyone who looks close enough at the back wall a familiar walking stick is leaning in a corner.

Aya's hood tilts slightly at the explanation. "Possibly. One must be armed for protection. Do you possess any vibro weapons or similar?" Her American bears an unusual accent that is enough to be noticed, yet not so strong as others'.

Fizzlesnoot beams a smile to the big man, setting his big carpetbag down on the ground at his feet with a heavy thud, "Already all done? Wasn't expecting it so soon."

Still waving around the rifle as he goes about his normal hand gestures, Pavel gives Fizzlesnoot a nod to acknowledge his question affirmatively, but makes it a point to explain to the stranger - at least, to him - "Pavel ees noht vohrk heer. Ohnly veesehteeng."

Tek looks over to Pavel and smiles and says in Euro, << Heya... Umm... Think you could put that rifle down, I know it is not loaded but you are still making me nervous. >> then looking back to Aya with a smile Tek says in American, "Well we don't sell anything retail here but I might be able to add something to your staff that could be a formidable weapon. If I am getting your intent?"

"This," Aya lifts her walking stick slightly to indicate it, "does not require any changes. I need something allowed to pass into the city, to defend against armor-cutting hand-held weaponry."

Fizzlesnoot nods to Pavel with a knowing smile, "Getting your rifle worked on? I keep hearing how good Tek is. One day I'll have the cash to find out if it's all true. Can't believe all the rumors you hear." his friendly sarcasm followed by a friendly grin to Tek, whether he notices or not is up to how busy with his customer he is.

Tek chuckles and winks to Fizz but looks back to Aya, "Well I could add a vibro enhancement to the spearhead though there would need to be some modification for the switch to turn the function on and off as well as energy storage. If you could leave it with me I can do the research and get back to you with a price before I start any modification?"

Pavel sets the rifle down on the counter next to him, not having any idea that there's an energy clip sitting right next to him. He asks the new woman, "Allo, Pavel. Ees noht fohr need cohm geht vyebroh-svord. Mahny szeengs cahn be brouhgt so ceety szaht ahr good fohr keep sehf, ahnd legehl, too. Pavel cahn hyelp, eef Tek not hav taheem, or vant. Ees ohnly seh fohr give ohptions." He links his big fingers, and drums them happily on his chest.

Aya shakes her head. "I do not need this weapon modified, so will not leave it. I asked of additional weapons. This is sufficient for most cases, but the guards will not allow it inside the walls."

Fizzlesnoot quiets down a bit as Aya has gained both of the others attention for now. Happy to just listen in on the business conversation.

Tek nods to Aya, "Well what kind of thing are you looking for?" looking back to Fizzlesnoot he gives an apologetic look and hold up a finger suggesting he will only be a moment or so more. Aya's words, and hood, turn towards the large man. "What options do you give? Durable staves or blades would be enough for defense if they can stop another blade."

While she may carry some minor equipment and weaponry with her, Sage doesn't seem to have an obvious need for mechanical work as she enters the place. She lets her gaze drift around the place. If asked or greeted by someone, she'll mention that she's looking for someone named 'Tek'.

Pavel gives Fizzelsnoot a quick grin. "Ees noht my raheffel. Don't even knov hov to yoose szees raheeffel kaheend!" Then to the unnamed woman, "Da, I cahn geev szeengs szeht stohp vehpohn. Vyery easy. Boot... joost hov strohng vehpohn do you ahsk fohr? Pavel mehke mahny szeengs. Knaheef, hahmmehr, stahf." He shrugs and seems to be quite sure of himself when he says, "Ahnyszseeng." Pavel is too busy trying to figure out a new and unusual woman to notice Sage. But he does notice the cold air suddenly come whipping in the door, causing him to turn his head. "Allo! Hav need so fohr speek veet yoo!"

Seeing Aya's attention turn to Pavel, Tek turns fully when the door opens. After giving the newcomer a quick once over, "I am Tek. What can I help you with?" his mannerisms seem sincere.

"Bludgeons or blades would be best," Aya explains to Pavel. She takes several steps towards the large man before pausing when he addresses another.

Fizzlesnoot smiles when he sees Sage enter the garage, "Hi Miss Sage." just to offer a friendly greeting with his tip of his hat. He still is just listening to the other talk.

"Da, cahn mehke. Boot hov mahny hoort ees vahnted? Laheeke vyebroh-blehde? Svord?" Pavel looks at the tall woman. "Ohr someszeeng laheek stahf? Ahsk Pavel, Pavel seh eef cahn mehk, veel mehk. Vyery easy fohr tahlk." The big man is feeling somewhat central to the sudden group that has sprung up, and while he enjoys that position at clubs and parties, his eyebrow seems uncomfortable that he's discussing business in Tek's shop. Which is probably why he keeps giving the man significant glances.

Sage's gaze shifts briefly to the large man with Russian accent first to offer a small smile, "Hey Pavel." She replies, before making a motion for a moment before turning her attention to the one that identified himself as Tek. "Your friend here and Jax mentioned you in a recent meeting." She comments with a brief gesture towards Fizzlesnoot before letting her attention drift briefly to the indicated being, "Hey..." She greets simply.

Tek nods along as Sage speaks looking over to Fizzlesnoot as she indicate him, "Sure thing. What was the meeting about?" his glace goes back to Fizzlesnoot and then to the back corner where a staff leans before looking back to Sage. "And is there something I can do to assist you?" his smile is sincere and friendly.

Aya's steps resume to close with the large man, although she may make him seem less so as he is only a head taller than she. "The stronger the better, but I do not have much to give in trade." The other conversation is now more distant, and did not appear to include herself.

Fizzlesnoot is still content with just listening with a simple smile, his big bulbous eyes bouncing from person to person as they talk.

"Cahn pleese ehxplahin vhy vaheebro-vehpohn ees noht good? Mehke Pavel oondehrstahnd behttehr vhat needed. Pehment... szees cahn be tahlked of oszer taheem. Boot ohnly tell Pavel, 'geev strohng vyehpon' ees noht so mehk Pavel feel eesy to geeve. Da? Strehngehr only vhant strohng vyehpon fohr een ceeyt? Eees... please, geeve mahny deetehl." He makes a bit of a 'gimme' motion with his fingers across his chest.

Sage's gaze shifts towards where the man glances to see the staff there, "I think that staff over there has something to do with the meeting." She comments simply, "And, I was wondering if you might have any information that you might wish to exchange." She adds before looking over towards the big blacksmith, "Did I hear vibro-weaponry?" She asks simply.

Tek's gaze follows along before looking back to Sage, "Well just that it belonged to an older Elf woman and that she came here after her village was attacked and her people enslaved by some Merc group. I hear you have a map that if you look at it the right way with some type of magic will show where these Elves are being held?" Tek then looks over at Fizzlesnoot to see if he got it all correct or not.

Aya's lips purse. Whether or not others notice is another matter. "A staff or pair of swords, capable of deflecting vibro or magical weapons. Those are what I need. What other details do you need to know?" She also answers the woman's question. "Yes, we spoke of vibro weapons."

Fizzlesnoot nods to Tek as he does get the story straight, "That's a good summary of the facts. Forgot to mention that the walking stick has something living in it."

Pavel peers at the new woman. "Szaht ees ahl? Deflyect?" He waves off a hand. "Szehr ahr mahny deefehrent tyepes of vehpohns. Boot eef ohnly need fohr deflyect? Da, cahn mehk, vyery soon. Joost rehgoolahr mehtahls?"

"I have thought of a complication to that map... there is no detail to show what lays between here in terms of terrain and there or the direction that the map is oriented." Sage comments simply, "So, we shall have to figure out a way to clarify that."

Tek smiles and motions Sage over to the table as he walks back over to his chair and sits down, "Well getting there is not as big of a concern to me as dealing with a Merc company big enough to deal in slaves. Do we even know that these Elves wills till be there when we get there? And if they are how do we plan to get in and out with them unharmed and without starting world war six?"

"That is the minimum," Aya nods to Pavel. "Sharper edges, better balance, or superior materials would be better, of course, but are also worth more." A brief pause before she asks the others, "Would it not be easiest to track slavers by their slaves? They are either kept for their own work, or sold. If sold, there must be buyers."

Fizzlesnoot thinks a minute on what Sage says, "The distance between the two places might just shrink as you get closer."

"Vhy do yo noht joot yoose vaheebroh-blehde? Evehryone cahn ovn. Szey noht strohng enoogh?" Pavel leans back a little bit, flicking the stay eclip away with a free hand. "Vaheebroh-blehde ees noht cohst mahny. Vhat hav ahlrehdy?"

Sage begins to move with the man over towards the table, not moving to take a seat quite yet as the conversation begins to develop. "It would seem the map will be able to show us where they are instead of where they were. It is not a map in a conventional sense." She replies, before glancing to Aya. "It is possible that we may have to worry about whether they'll be sold off before we can intervene." She adds with a nod before turning her attention towards Fizzlesnoot. "Assuming the scale is not so large that we need to move a great distance before we could tell if we were getting closer or further away... but, do keep in mind that the fastest way is not always a straight line since we don't know the terrain involved."

Aya's hood cants and lips purse again. "You are confusing, or confused. I already asked him about vibro weapons," her empty hand gestures to Tek, "and he has none. You," the hand now waves at Pavel, "offered alternatives. Now you ask why I ask of your options?" The other conversation is put aside as she tries to follow the one before her.

Fizzlesnoot nods to Sage, "Well how many inches on the map is the distance between where the map is and the destination?" pondering some basic mathematics and common sense in his head awaiting to see if Sage knows the answer.

Pavel's head inclines forward slightly and his eye bright up again. "Ah. Prosti menya. I meesoondehrsood. Cahn booy vaheebroh-blehde oszer plaheece, da? Fohr mehke smahl vehpohn? Blohk blehdes? Nehm ees Pavel. Yoor nehm? Vahnt fohr knov, so tahlk veet yoo, pleese." A hand idly runs up and brushes some loos hair out of his face. It's drying off now. "Veel noht mehke beeg, strohg vyepohn oonteel yoo knov behttehr. Cahn stahrt veet nehm?"

"The rough distance between the dots is 8 inches, give or take." Sage replies, "But, I will point out that this is no ordinary map and has a limited size to display the information." She mentions, "It could be worthwhile to see how far away a place that Rubidia or even Pavel knows about would appear on it as well."

"My name is Aya," is the answer to Pavel's question. "If there is somewhere else to find what I need, I will go there." There is little reason for her to stay, otherwise, aside from the mention of elves and slaves. Her hood turns towards the other conversation.

Fizzlesnoot gives another nod, "Why not try someplace we know? Like Whykin. Then figure it out from there. The math should then tell us how far an inch is roughly."

Pavel follows Aya slightly, if for no other reason that to politely offer, "Ees good meet, Aya. Preety nehm. Pavel noht meen to be trohbehl, ohnly try fohr hehlp mohst. Heer. Yoo look, pleese?" He draws a long silver knife out of his tool belt. "Vould szees, aht mohst seempehl, be someszeeng szaht Aya eentehrestehd een?"

"A known location could help, but I'm not sure whether that alone will be sufficient to find the scale." Sage replies, "After all, I could draw a map of the city and draw a map of the surrounding area that'll take up the same amount of space but have different scales." She points out.

Aya extends a hand to take the knife for inspection, but very little looking is involved. The weight and heft of it in her hand are judged; edges evaluated by light, cautious touch of fingers. Finally, balance is determined by rolling and flipping the blade between fingers and a flick to catch and hold it by the blade. All in the matter of a few moments, before she extends the hilt back to Pavel. "An acceptable blade, if your swords are made as well."

Fizzlesnoot nods wagging one of three fingers at her point, "Good point. Couldn't hurt to try? Both that is. I've traveled a bit myself too. Not quite as far as Pavel though." That’s when he notices the clock, "Oh dear, I have someplace to be. I almost forgot. I'm sorry, I will have to brainstorm with you folks another time."

"Da," Pavel says as he retrieves his blade and locks it back into his tool belt. "Cahn mehk vyery, vyery seempehl svohrds. Vould be laheek vyebroh-svohrds, boot... joost noht vyebroh-svohrds. Pavel knov szees noht mehk mahny sense. Yoo cahn cohm to fohrge, see vhat ees mehke? Behttehr oonderstahnd vhat ees?" He scratches at the back of his head, considering the woman for a moment, but says nothing. He adds simply, "Noht so mahny mohney as peepohl sell for vyebroh-svohrds. Ees Aya fohr beeing eh varrior, szen?"

Sage nods faintly to the other being, "Alright, take care of yourself." She says simply, before looking over towards the blacksmith speaking with the other woman. "He does make good quality merchandise." She comments simply, "At least from what I've seen of it."

This time, Aya does not find Pavel confusing. "I understand, and will come to your forge. Where is it?" The sensible question. Her hood turns and dips in a nod to Sage. "I agree."

"Spaseeba," Pavel says, seemingly to both women at once. "Yoo go ovt of ceety, norsz ooteel gyet to rohd goes eest to vehst. Go eest. Ees sohm maheeles vahlk. Veel see on sousz saheed of rohd laheene of trees veet reebohn in brahnches. Szat ees my mehdov. Do noht be vorried, szehr ees vyery beeg horhrse. Blahk horse. She veel cohm to yoo, prohbahbly to sneef yoor hehd." He smiles at the imagery. "Nehm ees 'Zoyenka,' she ees ohnly beeng eentehrested, she noht fohr hoort. Ees good deerehctions?"

Jaxain walks into the shop, seemingly looking for something. not spotting his target, he walks over to the group of familiar figures. "OH, hey guys!".

Sage offers the other woman a faint smile at the agreement before looking towards the man. "Yes, he does have a big friendly horse." She replies with a little humour before looking over towards the new arrival. "Hey, Jax." She greets the man simply.

Aya nods to Pavel, now. "Yes. I can locate it, and I know something of horses." A reassurance concerning Zoyenka. Jaxain's arrival is noted, but not directly acknowledged.

Pavel offers Jaxain the wave of a big catcher's mitt of a hand. "Allo! Veer tahlkeeng ahbout hohrses, raheet now. Jaxain hav seh ahbout hohrses? Ohr prohbely has cohm fohr see Tek?" The large man looks around and shrugs. "Noht shoor vyer has gohn. Vas heer meenoot ahgo. Noht nov." Then his attention turns... split between Sage and Aya... then decides for whateve reason to talk to Aya. "Yoo knov hohrses, ahnd svohrds? Boot noht speek Russky, I noht szeenk?"

Jaxain smiles at the big Russian and nods, "Yeah have a few things to pick up from him." He looks at sage and smiles, "Good to see you again." he looks at Aya, "So you getting to know our fair city?"

Sage offers a small smile to Jax, "We were just discussing some potential... issues we might face in helping the Elven woman's family." She mentions, "Except for..." Her gaze drifts towards the other woman, "her business with Pavel, of course." She adds, "I'm Sage as you probably heard." She offers, as if hoping for a belated introduction.

"No, I do not speak Russky. Yes, I am learning more of the city. Hello, Sage." Aya answers several questions and an introduction, in order before adding, "My name is Aya."

Pavel looks around, now a third person to talk to, and any number of conversations. Stalling for time, he grabs his huge hammer and sits it before him so that he can lean on the end of it as if it were meant as a place to rest his chin. "Aya ees seen mahny plaheeces of ceety? Ohr has been een trohbel, ahnd so need svords?" Then, just to finalize things and make sure that it's all clear, he does some pointing and naming. "Pavel. Aya. Sage. Jaxain. Pavel szeenk Tek hahd bahd feex veet yor vehpohn, Jaxain. I szeenk szees becahse he tyel me so, ahnd I look. Ees noht so good. Syetes out of sync. Yoosed vrong tool." He pats his temple with a big, thick finger. To Sage, he offers a quiet, "Vahnt so see yoo, hav good szeeng, boot moost have tahlk."

Jaxain blinks several times, thrown slightly by the strange dynamic of the group. He nods to Aya then looks at Sage. "Oh? Let's see if we can figure it out then. Is Pavel going to help out?"

"Nice to meet you." Sage replies before looking over towards Jax, "Well, some of it we won't be able to do here." She comments with a shrug before looking over towards Pavel. "Hm?"

Aya shakes her head. "No, not many." It does not answer all of Pavel's questions, but it is her answer. With the conversation growing on other topics and her business finished, she turns to step back out of the building.

Pavel watches the strange new woman go, waving and offering a polite, "Do svidaniya," as she departs into the harsh wind and driving sleet. He waves to a C-12 over on the table. "Tek seh szaht he yoosed vrohng vrehnch. Boot, vhaht ees veet mahp?" He looks between Sage and Jax, processes what was said, then doesn't ask any further questions.

Jaxain smiles and mutters a few simple words, patting Pavel's shoulder, giving him perfect understanding and pronunciation in American. "What was that? I got the part about the wrench. Map something?"

"It's kind of complicated in regards to the map." Sage replies, "I need to try out a few things before I forget the idea I have, but Jax should be able to answer some of your questions... well, assuming he understands the question, of course." She adds the last part with a little humour. "Excuse me for now, and take care." She offers before she begins to head out herself.

Pavel waves again, and offers the same departing words, suddenly finding himself the proprietor of someone else's business - one that he doesn't have too much of an understanding of, either. Still, "I offered to fix the sight, but I don't think that Tek thought I was serious. I told you, I'm quite good at simple mechanics like that. But, it's his business, after all. Or Galvin's business, rather. That's why I don't have employees. HA!" Another big laugh echoes across the vast working bay.

Jaxain nods to Sage, raising a hand in farewell, then follows quickly on her heels.

Suddenly, Pavel is completely alone in another man's shop. He looks over at the C-12, almost touches it, but in the end, just leaves it alone. His hammer is gathered, his clothes are cinched up against the storm, and he's soon outside to destinations unknown.