Jan 30 19:57:52 106 PA

From Chronicles

With the nightmares, fog, and general winter the dinner rush is very slow tonight. Rasputin is cleaning up a single table, and singing softly to himself, "It's not the wind which bows a twig, ni dubravushka shumit. It is my poor heart which is moaning, kak osyeni list drazhit." He moves around, not quickly, but with a spring in his step.

Jaxain enters, looking the very opposite in spirit to the spirited deli owner. He has a bandage around one arm which is soaked through with blood, dirt from the road still covering his body and clothes, and his gaze is unusually distracted and somber. He stops as he enters the establishment to look around and get his bearings.

Rasputin continues to sing, his voice a deep base. While Rasputin doesn't sing perfectly, the Deli does have very good acoustics. "A bad woman has ruined me, podkalodnaya zmiya." He puts the dirty dishes away, and then begins to do prep work for the morning. It is now he notices Jaxain. He smiles broadly, "Dobryj vecer. Vecer. Please be comink in." He smiles and waves you to a table, "Da, da. Cafe, Coco?" He booms as he comes around from the back of the counter.

Jaxain visibly perks up at the notion of a table, which logically leads to food. And for a 20 year old man, food is the second most important thing in the world. "Hey man, uh, yeah. Oh, wait, do you, like, have any tea? Maybe a Chinese green tea or something?" It's a strange order, and probably not one heard often here in the mid-west. He looks around, then chooses the table that has just been cleared off. As he sits, he lets out a loud sigh, then cringes slightly as the motion irks his recently bandaged wound.

Rasputin chuckles and smiles, "Tea, da. Green tea, net. Herbal, Rasberry?" He tugs his beard, "Da?"

Jaxain crinkles his eyes for a moment, giving Rasputin a puzzled look. "Wait, what? Raspberry green tea?" He blinks his tired looking eyes a few more times. "Sure, yeah. And what do you got for food?" He looks outside and his expression darkens again, "I gotta eat before I go back out in that mess..."

Rasputin tugs his beard, "Net, net. I net Green tea. Da, I be havink Rasberry Herbal tea. Or a plain black tea." He wanders around the counter, "What foodink would you be eatink? I'm having a very goodink Roast beef sandwich? Perhaps some chips?" He tugs his beard, then turns to wash his hands prior to making the food.

Jaxain pauses to think for a moment, obviously completely unfamiliar with the Russian language. "Um, ok black tea then please, if you don't have green tea?" He pauses to watch for Rasputin's reaction to his question before carrying on. "And yeah, roast beef sandwich sounds awesome, man." He even smiles a small smile at the though of food, "And make it, like, extra large too, maybe."

Rasputin smiles and laughs deeply, "Da, da." He goes about quickly flipping together a large sandwich, actually, two sandwiches toss together, "Da, grillink?" He looks up with a large, very sharp knife in his hand, "To be warmink you?" He smiles broadly. His other hand flipping some potato wedge 'chips' into a firer to cook.

Jaxain leans forwards as he watches the food fly together, a small amount of drool actually escaping from his lips before he quickly wipes it away, leaving another dirty smear on his face. From his appearance, he is either sleeping in the park, or has only recently arrived in Kingsdale and hasn't had time to take a bath yet. However, his clothes look expensive and well taken care of, dispute being dirty. "Grillink... like grilled? Yeah, totally man! And can I have some extra cheese on that too, ooo, and maybe some bacon?" He pauses, looking to the side with his brow furrowed, "Or does bacon go well with beef... maybe no bacon." He looks back to Rasputin, taking the question of bacon or not very seriously, "What do you think?"

Rasputin chuckles as he makes things. He also puts a pot of water on to boil, "Da, bacon. Goodink ideaink." He reaches down, pulls forth a few pieces of bacon. He pulls down two clean pans and fries up some back next to the sandwich. It only takes him a few minutes to put it all together, in that time the water is boiling and the chips are done. "Bacon goes willink with everything, da? Da!" His chuckle is broad and loud.

Jaxain nods, looking relieved that the cook agreed with him and he can have his bacon. "Yeah, totally man." Jax seems to be relaxing more and more as he watches the food preparation. Judging from his reaction, one might guess that he hasn't yet eaten today, or if he did he has been very active in the meantime. He looks around again at the lack of customers, "I guess the fog is pretty bad for business, eh?"

Rasputin finishes serving up the large sandwich with its toasted bread and several slices of melted cheese. Oh, and 4 large cuts of bacon. He puts a large bunch of chips on the plate, puts it all on a serving tray. With the kettle, a mug, and some tea. He brings it all over to your table and sets it down. He looks at you and says, "Net, would beink ready to cleanink up? I can helpink in your cleanink, if you are allowing? Da?"

Jaxain looks at the food and seems ready to tear into it, dirty or not, but pauses again to puzzle over Rasputin's words. "Clean up? You mean clean up the streets? Or..." he laughs, looking at his hands, "Oh, cleaning me? Yeah, sure that's a great idea!"

Rasputin smiles, "Da, be holdink still?" He says as his finger glows for a moment, then he places the finger on your shoulder. A wave of light magic flows over you, and all of your clothes, skin, hair, even your unmentionalbles feel clean as if everything was pressed, ironed and scrubbed. Rasputin grins, "Da, Goodink? Da?" He begins to serve you up. Putting your sandwich infront of you. Then he drops the tea into the water to allow it to steep. He flips the mug up, and puts some sugar cubes and milk near it. He also puts a large glass of ice water on the table. "Da, so you be needink anythink elsing?"

Jaxain seems shocked at first by the spell, but quickly relaxes and flexes his newly cleaned body and hair, "Wow, neat trick man! Yeah, sure, for starters you can teach me that spell." He laughs, "I get damn dirty when I am hunting, and if i bathe I just end up smelling like soap, which as you probably know isn't a good thing." He reaches down and takes a huge bite out of the sandwich, closing his eyes as he chews. "Ommgommmfthmmmd!" he exclaims around his first mouthful.

Rasputin chuckles and takes the tray back to the counter. He begins to clean up, allowing you to eat in peace. Taking care in his work, he works on cleaning all of the pans to a shine. "Da, da. Dat magiks is goodink." Rasputin continues to clean, "Dat you be wantink to learnink meanink you are magik user, da?"

Jaxain is silent for a goodly time, focusing on his sandwich and the chips. "Yeah, man, magic can be handy." He is eating too fast, and often meat and cheese spills out of the end of the sandwich, but Jax unashamedly scoops it up and drops it back in. He shrugs, "I know a few spells, yeah. Sometimes I think knowing more would be handy, but I don't wanna just spend all my time studying like some dudes do, you know what I mean?"

Rasputin shrugs a little bit as he continues to clean, "I am findink peace in study and researchink. Da." As he finishes he comes over to pour out the cup of tea for you, "Stepinink should beink done. Knowink magik, da. A little learnink is goodink." He smiles and looks around now done with the pour, he sets down the kettle. Then moves over to another table to make sure it is clean.

Jaxain snorts as he takes a break from his sandwich to start on the chips, "Yeah, that's the problem. I'm a man of action, you know? Spending all that time studying, it's kinda tough for me. And what do I have to show for it?" He mutters a pair of incantations, and conjures a ball of fire which he holds for a bare second before clapping it out between his hands with a brief flare of intense heat and light. "Party tricks, nothing even as useful as a pistol." he shrugs. "Maybe I just know the wrong spells."

Rasputin grins a bit and tugs his beard, "Da, da. Magick does beink take timink to be learnink." He tugsh his beard again, "Net, Mystics. They are one with energies, da. No learnink." He shrugs and continues to clean. Done with all of the tables now, Rasputin goes back behind the counter to clean the towels and bucket.

Jaxain nods again, "Yeah, maybe that would be alright. But I have to learn my spells the old fashioned way." He pauses for a moment as he takes another large bite out of the sandwich. "This is really good, man!" A though then occurs to him, but he has to wait before he swallows his food. "So are you a mystic then?"

Rasputin shakes his head, his back to you, "Net, net beink Mystic. Just beink a magi." He turns around, drying his hands with a towel, "I beink enjoink the reading and researchink." He smiles, "Do you need more?" He says nothing about the compliment, "More tea? Or chips?"

Jaxain sits back in his chair after finishing the huge meal, looking satisfied as he absently picks at the remainder of the chips. "Whew, nah, I think I am ok. Just gonna sit here and digest for a bit before I head out into that damn fog again." his mood is perked up now, however, the food doing much to lift his spirits.

Rasputin tugs his beard, "Da, da. Goodink." He just double checks things and makes sure he is all set for the morning. He goes about doing a little work.

Jaxain closes his eyes in concentration for a time, obviously meditating. When he finishes he removes the bandage and inspects the wound, surprised at how clean both it and the bandage are before he remembers the spell cast upon him. Not even a scar remains on his arm, and the only trace would have been the old blood which was cleansed. "Thanks again for that spell. How much do I owe you?"

Rasputin smiles, "First one is free. Da? I know you will beink backing, da?" He chuckles and tugs his beard a little bit.

Jaxain rocks back on in his chair in surprise, "Woah, you sure? Hey, thanks man." He beams a winning smile. "If you ever need anything, contact me any time." He stands up and begins doing a few martial arts stretches, displaying an amazing amount of flexibility. He gives the coming evening another quick glance as he goes through the routine.

Rasputin nods and tugs his beard, "Da, da. Goodink." He watches you move and perform your kata's. He tugs his beard again, and just watches.

With the complete un-self conscious grace of someone going through moves they do dozens of times a day, Jax does a quick but thorough regiment of punches and kicks at the air, some of which actually cause the air to 'pop' from the speed and force of the blow (something that shouldn't be possible, really). As he finishes up, he turns to give Rasputin a wave and another smile, "Damn straight I'll be back, man. Haven't had a sandwich like that in forever!"

Rasputin tugs his beard and smiles, "Da, goodink. da." He turns, grabs his tub, and goes to clean your table, "Do being careful, da? The fogs are nastink." He says as he begins to clean the table.

Jaxain with another grin and wave, Jax makes his way out into the fog. At the door, he suddenly pauses and turns around, "Hey, by the way, I just arrived in town I my cash is gonna dry up pretty soon. Do you know where I might find a job somewhere around here? Something that pays well?"

Rasputin shrugs a bit, "Net, net. Yzveenee. I be knowink net."

Jaxain nods slowly and shrugs before heads out into the night on his self-imposed patrol, giving a final wave behind him as he departs.