Jun 29 18:02:19 108 PA - Here's a Free Gift! Pass on the Good Word
From Chronicles
Jun 29 18:02:19 108 PA.
INSIDE THE GATES
Bitty clouds. Bitty wind. Pretty nice night. Bella comes walking in the gates. From the big scary outside the gates.
The big scary Pavel never looks so big and scary, and he obviously never intends to. Indeed, he's looking up at the bitty clouds and pretty night, surprisingly unconcerned with the numbers and types of machines and creatures moving in and out of the city. He's picked up an unusual metal belt in recent days, his hammers and blades beneath them. He's mumbling to himself, or possibly singing very quietly. Not bothering with trucks and D-bees also means that tiny women coming from outside aren't noticed either.
Bella's just one more bitty creature anyways. She ain' whistlin or nothin but she ain't racing to go nowhere neither. Eyeballin people that're around mostly. And walking slow to nowhere.
Pavel sees something that grabs his attention. Who knows what, but whatever it was, it draws his eye to Bella, if only because there's nothing much there to draw the eye in the first place. Then, as quiet as he'd been, his boisterous nature erupts into being, and he calls out in his deep tone, "Bella! Dobryj dyen, tak priyatno videt vas segodnya vecherom ya nadyeyus, chto my mozhem luchshe uznat, drug druga!" He wears a big smile on his face and hopeful, cheerful eyes.
Bella perks up at the calling. She thinks she hear her name anyways. Grins back. Ain't got no clue what else the big guy said. "Hey. Whatcha doin?" Easier ta talk bein closer so she's walkin his way now.
Pavel seems to shake his head at himself. Not annoyed at the world, but clearly annoyed at himself for being stupid. As the tiny being approaches, he takes his best shot. "Ees mahny good see Bella! Hahf szeeng I prohmeese mahk fohr yoo. Cohme, see. Ees spetsialnyi nozh." He gestures a big mitt of a hand toward himself.
"Huh?" She's gotta take a minute with that. "Oh! Ya got stuff fer me? Cool!" Bella likes presents. She walks a li'l closer a li'l quicker. "Whatcha got?"
The large man retrieves an expertly crafted blade from his belt, but doesn't hand it over quite yet. It is truly a beautiful blade, with an easy grip that would fit the small woman's hand perfectly, and a six-inch blade with a razor's edge. He actually does some incredibly neat little twirls and tumbles with one hand. Eventually, he speaks. "Ees sze knahfe I seh I mahk fohr yoo. Ees vehry special. Goot szeengs, pehrfect." He withdraws a simple piece of paper from a pocket, and it slices through it like the finest scissors. He also pulls out a piece of leather, which it cuts through with equal ease. With a smile, he then takes and just WHACK WHACK WHACKs the edge against his belt - grins - then cuts the paper expertly once more. "Vehry good ehdge. Noht coot hard mehtals, boot coot nohrmal szeengs. Mahk Bella fahst, hahf first moove! Mahkf good heet, easy, behter." Pavel then does one more expert spin, and presents it to the young woman hilt first.
Bella blinks. At the shiny knife. And all the flashy moves. "Wow. Guess I better not piss ya off. Even if I got that." A smirk and she grabs the thing. "Better start talkin good bout it too."
The big man grins an equally big grin. Pavel bends down - he can't reach Bella's level without kneeling, but it's close enough - and taps the side of his head, narrowing his eyes the way that people do when they're indicating, "secret" though body language. Quietly, he says in his best English, "Ees mahny bettehr szehn peeple szeenk Pavel ees. Szees ees good fohr Pavel. Too mahny peeple vahnt szees -" he lays a gentle and huge hand on the blade for a moment "- ees vehry bahd for Pavel. Need good beesnes, boot noht many peeple vanht too mooch, da?" He taps his head again and grins as he stands back up. Still, he whispers, "Ees good szat peeple knoh Pavel do good szeengs, boot noht too much. Bella syeh yehs?" Not a threat, intimidation or demand, just a pleasant question.
"Heh." Bella nods. "Yep. Know whatcha mean. Wanna get work 'n stuff. But not smashed by too much." She sticks the knife in her coat. "Figger I can do that."
"Da, Bella undehrsahnd," Pavel says with a few short nods. "Ees good be soh okahy, boot noh seen mahny taheem, yes? Yoo, noht vehry seen, boot leeve okahy, good." He then points to the blade, wherever it has gone at this point. "Would... ah.." he struggles with vocabulary, eventually grinding out, "uh-pree-shee-ayte.. Bella sahy Pavel mahk good szeengs." He then winks and whispers again, "Boot noh so mooch mahk sz *vehry* special. I szahnk yoo fohr help, Bella. See een ceety? Pavel laheeke sze lahdies!" Finally, his voice is loud and boisterous again. "Mehybe see good cloob?"
Bella got mosta that. Mostly the last stuff. She grins. "Seen a coupla good clubs. Ya lookin fer girls there's some'a those clubs round too."
The large man leans down once more, and waggles his eyebrows. "Pavel lookeeng fohr... *mahny* girls! Ha! Vahn? Noh. Tvo? Eh, ees behttehr. Szree? Four? Mooch behttehr! Da!" He chuckles to himself and to anyone else present as he stands back up and gets ready to leave. With a rapid motion, he leans forward and pats Bella in one spot with a nod and a meaningful wink. Perhaps only meaningful to him. Then after standing again, he waves at the tiny woman. "Pavel need leeve now. Ees sohm rehst fohr szeeng geeve todahy." Nod. Then he's off, in that way that he has of completely ending a conversation all by himself - but without any rude intent intended as far as he's concerned.
