May 28 09:15:23 107 PA - Short Talk on Whatever Comes to (or after) Mind

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May 28 09:15:23 107 PA - Short Talk on Whatever Comes to (or after) Mind

Kingsdale - Main Street S

Rasputin walks slowly down the street, headed north towards city center. The morning rush is apparently over early. He of course is in a smart looking gray suit with his cane. The silver tip *clicks* as he walks down the street.

It's still early, and Bridget's rush hasn't even started yet. Not until after coffee, and she's already working on that. She walks out of Happy Days with a steaming cup in her hand that is often at her lips to get slurped from.

Rasputin walks along the street, he spies Bridget on the side of the street. Her hands hovering a round the cup of warm brew. He smiles and ensures that his path up the street crosses your path.

Bridget isn't real bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but she's awake enough to notice people around her. Even shorter ones. She nods to Rasputin, a little, when her gets near. There might be a smile, too, but it's hard to tell with the cup in there.

Rasputin nods back Bridget and pauses, "Dobroe utro. How is goink?"

Bridget pulls the cup out of her lips so she can smile to Rasputin. "Hi. It's going pretty good, I guess. I'm alive, and awake. Mostly. Not cooking today?"

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. Sunday's breakfast dis usually light forink the Deli. Da. Many peoples are doink late brunch, da. And I'm out to go usink da Library, da." He smiles a bit and then frowns, "Dwas beink a lives in doubht?"

Bridget takes another long slurp of coffee and shrugs. "Can be, sometimes. Crazy world out there, and everything." She waves a hand around. "If it's not some slimy thing with big teeth trying to eat you, it's the normal-looking guy that wants to shoot you."

Rasputin chuckles softly, "Da, da. If you are findink somethink likink a slimy think, do tell me, da?" He grins, "I would be likink to seeink somethink like that." He tugs his beard. He looks at you and smiles, "So are you's waitink for someones?" He looks at the fairly empty street, everyone must have slept in this morning.

"No, not waiting, really." Bridget shrugs her shoulders. "Already seen one slimy thing with teeth, though. Tried to take a pretty good bite out of me, too. It's..." She sighs. "not really something I want to find again, unless I've got a nice big rifle."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. I foundink a dino, net long ago. Dis tried to take a bite out of mink several times. Never goodink." He chuckels softly, "Did you enjoyink mink foods? I am hopink it was goodink, da?"

Bridget gains a smirk after another sip. "Watch out for the ones that get into your head. That bugs me more than the biting." After that, she's all the way back to smile. "The food was great, and I'm going to run by there alot more. Don't usually eat anywhere but on the run, anyways, and that's way better than a burger."

Rasputin nods and moves his cane to the other hand, "Da, da. Goodink. I'm am glad to know peoples likink da cookink." He smiles then the linke about 'into your head' filters into his mind, "Havink you run intos many psychic types? Or some sorts of bugs dhat burrows?"

Bridget frowns and shrugs, both. "Maybe both? Don't know what it was, other than big and ugly, but..." Now she sighs and talks around the paper cup, "it was doing something. I got 'invited' to join some little party, and next thing I know I've got some big snail thing with teeth chewing on me. First it had me scared shitless, then we were best buddies. After I left, it didn't seem like such a great idea anymore, but there still -alot- of other really happy people there..." Her eyes look left and right. "You might want to watch out for people that are smiling way too much."

Rasputin nods slowly and smiles a bit, "Da, da. Many times a smile can beink justink a smile. Dhough, other times it can beink to hides the fangs." He chuckles, "Havink you seeink any creatures with fangs? You do know dhere are dhampires in da dregs, da?"

Bridget doesn't smile, or chuckle. "I don't go much into the Dregs if I don't have to. Didn't see any fangs at the party, though. Well, other than the mouthful on the ...thing that was chewing on me." The last of her coffee gets sucked down. "I'm just wondering how many other people got invited into that little party."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da." He ponders a few moments and tugs his beard, "When dwas this? Where? How manies? Dwas it killed, or did it escape." Rasputin's voice gets semi-excited and semi-angry, his eyes are alive with violance. He pauses and shakes his head, "Prastite... I am sorries, I am ones dhat hunts dhampires and beasties at times. Day have caused mink great harms in the past, dhough I get ..." Rasputin trails off as he tugs his beard, "Prastite, prastite."

Bridget crumples up the empty cup. "Just a couple days ago, and it's loose. Thought about going back to look for it, but I bet it was smart enough to move." She frowns more and tosses the trash. "Not really in a big hurry to run into it again, anyway. Damned creepy having something mess with your head like that." Looking back to him, she tries to remember. "Hmm... a couple dozen people were there, all wanting us to meet 'her highness.' The suit that was talking kept talking about friends inviting friends, so there could be a whole lot more of them, now."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. I am sorries, I am hopink I am net makink you thinkink of bad memories?" He frowns a bit, "I am hopink I am net causink you problems."

"It happened," Bridget shrugs, "so I think about it, anyways. Better I tell people about it, so they can watch their ass. Just hard to know who to tell, since there's no telling who's part of the gang, or whatever it is."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Dwas dis in the dregs?" He thinks a moment, "Howink long agos?" He tugs his beard, "I am thinkink, dhat suchink a creature should be hunted and killed."

Bridget shakes her head. "The warehouse wasn't quite into the Dregs, but pretty close. Don't know if they're still there or not. Been a few days, so they could've moved." She shrugs again. "Like I said, I haven't checked."

Rasputin nods slowly and tugs his beard, "Perhapsink, another days you could guide me there, da? To lookink it over? On a nice and sunny day, da?" He grins a bit, "Dhough net today, da." An odd look comes accross his face as he thinks about this conversation, "Did anyones know dhat dit dwas called? Dhat das da name of it agains?"

"Didn't get a name," Bridget shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders, "other than 'her majesty.' Not sure how they knew the thing was a girl, but ...I don't think I really don't want to know. Weren't any names of anybody else there, either, that I remember."

Rasputin nods slowly and thinks about it a bit longer, "Dow did you describe it agains?" Rasputin pulls out a small note pad, "If you are net mindink, I would likink to be doink research to figure out dhat it might be."

Bridget now gets some grin back. "Hey, knock yourself out. Been trying to find out, too, but no luck, yet. I shoot the things, most times, and don't ask alot of questions." She stops to consider what she remembers. "It was big... worm or slug sort of thing. Taller than me, I think, but it was curled up when I saw it. Had a bunch of little arms or feelers or whatever, and one really big mouth with alot of teeth. Pretty damned scary looking."

Rasputin nods and writes down the description. He thinks about it a bit, "Mink will loookink into it, da?" He tugs his beard and then puts the small note pad back into his jacket. "I am dinking, that there net beink many dinks such as dhis, da?" He chuckles, "Dhough, there maink be more."

Bridget shudders a little, but her smile only slides to a smirk. "I hope there's not alot of things like that. Bad enough that there's one slimy, hungry, mind-playing thing around. Don't really need any more."

Rasputin nods slowly and tugs his beard, "Da, da. I am agreeink." He pauses a moment, "Dell, I am goink to da library. Da. I'll be lookink it up, and seeink if I can be findink dhese things." He smiles, "You be havink a goodink day, da?" He is about to go, then pauses, "If dis OK, mink I ask your name? I am net thinkink I got it befores."

"Let me know if you find anything, da?" Bridget nods and is back to a smile. "Oh! Yeah, that might help a little. I'm Bridget." She offers up a hand to him. Or offers it down, that is.

Rasputin takes off his fine glove. Folds it, and then shakes your hand. His is that of worked skin, but still soft. A firm, solid hand shake, but not crushing. "Da, goodink to know your name. Da?" When he is done, he puts back on the glove and nods to you, "Wellink, I will be goink. Dobroe utro to you." And with that, he heads north up the street.