Mar 18 10:26:04 109 PA - Discussing Wet-Dry Vampires
From Chronicles
Mar 18 10:26:04 109 PA.
YAKOV'S DELI
Despite the weather, the man who enters the deli a few hours before lunch seems to be making a statement. That statement is one to Mother Nature herself - that he's sick and tired of these absurdly long winters. Gabriel has dressed himself in common warm weather gear, what he's seen in for the majority of the year. Fortunately, the fabric is treated, and the rain sluices off of him, including the floppy jungle-style hat that protects his head. The door is closed quickly behind him.
Rasputin comes into the Deli, from the hallway leading to the backside of the Deli. He is carrying a large book, and is looking it over from left to right. He mutters to himself, sits down at his usual table and begins to thumb through it a bit more.
Recalling the slight tension the last time he visited, Gabriel makes his way to the counter and orders just a cup of coffee. Then he checks with the people serving him - asking two of them individually - if Rasputin can be safely disturbed, or if he'd be better served to come back sometime later and catch the dwarf when he might not be grumpy.
They of course, assure you it is more than fine to disturb him as he works. He just gets that way when he runs into an interesting logic issue. Rasputin says something in a harsher than normal Russian tone. He flips a page over, then looks at his own notes for a moment.
Gabriel makes his way over to the dwarf's study table and taps the base of the man's neck with his mug. "Hello, Rasputin. Busy studying away again? Mind if I sit with you and bore you with words for a while?"
Rasputin doesn't look up and the chair slides out for you, "Da, sittink, please." He he mutters something in Russian, then look at the fact there isn't a cup near him. He looks up and says something in Russian, curtly, and a waitress comes over with a pot of tea and cup. She frowns at him, he furrows his brow and says, "Prastite, net meanink to beink rude." He smiles a bit then pours himself a cup, takes a sip and then looks to you finally, "Prastite, mink researching dis net goink dwell." He chuckles, "Makes mink grumpink."
With a smiling nod, Gabriel slides into his magically moving chair. "You're studying too hard, Rasputin. When people get grumpy, they lose focus. It would be better for you to step away from your work for a few days, do something relaxing. Maybe keep up with the kitchen, go for a picnic in the Park. Forget about the healing magic. You can come back to it in a few days, refreshed, and probably look at the problem from a new perspective. Even if not, you'll at least be back to one-hundred percent again." The man hefts his mug in salute and takes a long sip. "Good coffee."
Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. Dis is net a healink spell, dhus it makes mink more grumpy. Mink net likink researchink dit, but it came to me in da dream." He shrugs, "How is goink with you," He closes his books and smiles allowing the research to pass.
"Well, whatever it is you should probably take a break," Gabriel says as he taps his mug on the table. "But I'm doing okay. Trying to give Mother Nature the middle finger right now - this kind of weather isn't proper Missouri weather. Confused, though, if you want to talk about vampires a little more. One of these days I might have some information for you, or find some information for you to make myself feel better about constantly using you as a library."
Rasputin chuckles a bit and smiles, "Dis OK. Always goodink to spread knowledge abouts dhem. Makink dhem less powerful, da."
After another sip of coffee, Gabriel sets his mug down on the table. "Okay, how does this work? It's raining outside, and raining hard. Vampire comes in from the outside and is completely dry. Clothing, skin, hair - drier than a man in a rain slicker. A casual pat-down revealed nothing. Any thoughts?"
Rasputin chuckles, "Dis da Dhampire a mage as wells?" He tugs his beard, "Or perhaps da psi?" Rasputin's chuckle has a nasty tone to it, not a happy one but a displeased scared sound.
"Nope. Just a vampire," Gabriel confirms. "I patted it down, didn't find any technology on it, but like I said, it wasn't a thorough criminal search. But no magic, no psychic abilities beyond the norm. This is why I'm concerned." His own tone is somewhat matter-of-fact, laying out information for a better person to consider.
Rasputin tugs his beard and ponders, "Dwell, dis a Dhampire, though dhey could have somethink hidink and you are net findink it. Or dhey could be a psi or magik, you just can't detect dit." He thinks really hard, "Perhapsink dome sort of field of force?" He takes a sip of his tea.
"I don't know, I'll have to read up on force fields. Thing is, how do vampires make enough money to buy things like that? Ehh. I dunno," Gabriel offers as a soft grunt, waving a hand dismissively. "But unless a vampire can develop magic or psionic powers, it's not that."
