Jul 09 13:17:05 109 PA - Pleasant Conversation at Yakov's

From Chronicles

Jul 09 13:17:05 109 PA.

YAKOV'S DELI

Rasputin moves around the deli, serving several customers right after the other. He is moving around quickly handing plates of food, bowls of soup, and drinks. He is in good spirits, humming a silly tune as he works.

Pavel opens the door and leads with his hammer, it's a good thing that he's not swinging it like a blind man's cane. It doesn't take him long to get to the counter to order up some good food and honey mead, chatting up Anya as he does. The wrong Anya, but a cute-as-a-button Anya nevertheless. << Can I bother Rasputin, or would he throw something at me at the busy hour? >>

Anya grins and says, in American, "Oh, he is fine. Just say hello to him." She bats her eyes at you, "Of course, you could just chat with me until he is less busy..." She grins, ear to ear.

• WINK* << Thank you, cutie! But I should talk to Rasputin. But I can tell a friend that you're available....? >> Pavel grins, burning a little more time flirting with the waitress as he waits for his food to be delivered.

It doesn't take too long for Rasputin to notice the order and looks for the table, then chuckles, "Da, da. Dis yours Pavel?" He shakes his head and looks to an empty table, "Please, come sit down." He says in Russian, as he walks over to table and sets down your food. "So, was there anything else you needed?"

<< Yes, yes. But not a physical thing, my friend, >> Pavel replies. << I need to ask for forgiveness. I've wronged you, and it was intentional, though I think necessary. >> He scratches at his own stubble, then admits, << I deceived you about Valeriya's statue, when you were meant to be a neutral ground for conversation. For that, I am sorry. >>

Rasputin tugs his beard, "Oh?" He says and scratches his head a little, "Din what way?" He sits down across fr om you.

Pavel squirms in his seat a little. << They say that one of the best measures of a man is how he handles being told 'no,' >> he explains. << Since I had already told Valeriya that I would consider the matter, I told you that my decision had been made - no. She didn't handle it well. Threatened me and everything. So, now my real answer is 'no.' I'm very sorry, Rasputin. I used you to... I'm sure there's a military word for it, but I got you to lie, so that I could find out what I wanted to know. >> He hangs his head, but then brightens, if only a little. << I'm making your leatherworking tools right now, trying to make up to you my deception. All free, and with no argument. >>

Rasputin shrugs, "Well, if you feel you must. But I'm still not sure why you feel you lied to me. You just asked my opinion, and I gave it. As Valeriya asked me as well and gave her my opinion." He smiles, "I don't know what lie it was."

<< I told you a decision before it had been made, >> Pavel states. << Thus, what you told Valeriya, was false information. It may not technically be a lie... but I feel badly for using you, no matter what you may choose to call it. I'll have your tools to you very soon. You'll be cutting up meat and turning it into coats before you know it! >>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Dwell, I hope you charge me for your time and materials at least." He thinks a bit, "I might not be able to pay you right away, as I don't feel that your actions warrant too much of a penalty but I will pay you something at least." He smiles and shakes his head, "If Valeriya comes and talks to me, I may change my mind. But, it is with her you should square up. Net me."

Pavel shakes his head vehemently. << No, no. She and I are 'square.' I'd like to not have any further dealings with someone like that, so there's no need to pass along a message. I will charge you for materials, and nothing further. >> After a short moment where his face eases back into a look of peace, he inquires, << How is your research going? >>

Rasputin frowns a bit and tugs his beard, "Da, my research is going no where at the moment." He shrugs, "I seem to get so close, then it fizzles." He tugs his beard again.

<< I'm glad that I do what I do... a hammer is so much more solid than brainy research! HA! >> Pavel smirks. << Pardon the pun. What is it again that you're studying? I know - I think - that you moved on from the one that knit bones? >> He gives Anya a little wink as she goes by. Aren't small business ethnic delicatessens grand?

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. I was able to figure out da spell which will knit bone of a living person." He smiles, "This one is one that fires a shard, one of the view offensive magic's I've pondered."

<< Ooh. I never figured you for the kind to be out on a battlefield, >> Pavel admits with a smile. << That cane of yours, doubles as a weapon, perhaps? Like the two I'm holding for you right now? Beat people's knees senseless? >> Okay, sure, why not make the occasional joke about enormous height-differentials.

Rasputin chuckles and shakes his head, "Net, net. This fires a shard which is like a spear. Dis a good point to point directed attack. Not one I normally work upon, but the idea came to me and I figured I would try it." He shrugs, "The next one I want to try would keep meat fresh for longer." He grins, "Or perhaps another offensive, I don't make them often as they don't seem to work for me very well."

Pavel thinks for a bit - his bright enough, after all - and suggests, << Perhaps a spell to sooth the savage beast? Stop a confrontation without needing to hurt anyone, but also without the necessity of trying to reason it out with someone who might not be reasonable? Then you could put it in a stick, and the world would be a better place! >> He stops to ponder something, then adds, << I wonder if my things could be enchanted to do more than what they already do. >>

Rasputin chuckles, "A spell to sooth the savage beast right into my cooking pot." He tugs his beard, "As to your equipment, I net knowing much about it. I only know a few legends of the type of magik you you work." He smiles, "Impressive stuff, after all." Rasputin adds, "But net anythink like what I know."

<< Right back atcha! >> Pavel says, attempting to translate a North American expression into Russian. Clearly, it doesn't work very well, and will likely be removed from his temporary queue of potential vocabulary. << I like it when I can afford the machines that people make with spells in them. It's interesting. Not that it's a machine, really, I don't care about that. Complex machines don't interest me... but I have a small one that I try to use on potential customers, to tell what their intentions are. >> He spreads his hands and swishes his lips. << I'm not entirely sure that it's working like I was told it would... but it's still interesting. >>

Rasputin blinks and then tugs his beard, "I'm not entirely sure I understand. A device to tell a person’s intentions? Technological or magical in nature?"

Pavel uses his hands to attempt to explain what he's talking about. << It.. it's about the size of a deck of cards. Like this. >> His big yet surprisingly delicate sausage fingers outline the three-dimensional yet nonexistent object. << And another magic person, he... I don't know. Built it with wires and gems and stuff. I think into it, you know, kind of like what I do when I'm working on my more interesting objects? I just.. think into it, and the spell happens, a spell that I'd never be able to cast on my own. So far it doesn't really seem to actually do anything useful, but I guess the thought is there? >>

Rasputin chuckles softly, "Da, da. Tech and magic?" He tugs his beard, "Dhat sounds like a Techno-Wizard device. Do you what spell was put inside of it?" He grins then shakes his head, "Not that it really matters too much, they are a combination of magic and tech. Kind of cool, though they are beyond me too most of the time."

<< Yes, yes. Magic and technology. It is to determine if someone has bad intent. Or, I hoped to determine if someone was a good person or not, but either it doesn't work, or it's not supposed to work that way. >> Pavel shrugs a big rolling motion of his shoulders. << They're quite expensive, I've also noticed. But, though I don't like to do it, as it's an abuse of my powers, I do have a way of pumping money in emergencies. Armor plate sells well, >> he grins.

Rasputin chuckles a bit, "Da, da." He tugs his beard, "I myself own a few TW weapons, of course those took a great deal of money to purchase. But, they can be worth it, da. But it is like everything, some help more than others."

<< Tee-double-yoo? >> Pavel asks, sounding out the letters. << What is this? Putting technology with the magic, I suppose. I guess we all have our place in the world. Some of us I like more than others. >> *WINK* He looks around the busy deli, then returns to the conversation. << How is your supply of dinosaur meat doing, anyway? It's been a long time since I was out with you. My skills with a hammer have gotten a little better. Oh! I also have my own railgun now, and even know how to use it. It's like... bigger than most cannons that they put on vehicles. >> He chuckles off the truth.

Rasputin chuckles softly, "Da, da. Though, it is the American letter T, and the American letter W. That is as close as I know it anyway." He grins, "I was pondering trying to go out as soon as I complete my research on dis spell. I was ponderink soon, but one never knows how successful research will go." He shrugs, "I'll make sure to invite you along, though you will have to keep the railgun in reserve if anything gets out of hand. It does a lot of damage to the meats." He smiles, "Of course a hit of your hammer to a head, would be more than welcome."

Pavel chuckles. << Yes, it would. But it also means getting much closer to bigger monsters! I can push them around, and lift some of them, but I'd hate to be trampled. It sounds like maybe you're looking to get back to your spell? >> He looks to the deli, suggesting the alternative, << Though the deli is pretty full. I like that about my forge, it's quiet. Beyond the banging, of course. I like the contact with the folks out near the villages, but not when I'm actually working. Of course, the company of a pretty girl is always appreciated. >> He mouths, 'Anya' perhaps to hide the identity of his real girlfriend. Or he's just being coy. Tough to know.

Rasputin chuckles and nods, "Da, da. I should get back to the rush. Otherwise the cook get grumpy about orders backing up." He tugs his beard, "And as I'm the cook, I wouldn't want to make myself grumpy." He chuckles, "Finish your food, and we shall talk more later, da."

The big smith smiles, and lifts his fork. Then swaps it out for a spoon. << I'll enjoy this, Rasputin. Don't go off and get grumpy at yourself, that's the worst person to have grumpy at you! I'll bring my Anya by again one of these days, she enjoyed your company. Also - those tools. >> He makes a happy and satisfied noise as the first bite goes down his throat. << Good! I'll slip out without bothering you when I'm done. Thanks, Rasputin. >>