Oct 15 05:08:23 109 PA - More Shutters and an Offer to Teach English

From Chronicles

Oct 15 05:08:23 109 PA.

STEEL STREET OUTSIDE OF YAKOV'S DELI

Rasputin is in front of his shop, working over the last touches of 'wooden' shutters over his windows. He is practicing, flipping his fingers back and forth. It closes with a woosh creek..., and then opens with a scrape... creek... He then does a little touch work, and then redoes it. The current game time is: Tue

Gabriel arrives on foot today, with his faithful canine companion bouncing along happily at his side. Approaching the deli - his favorite in the city - a hand is raised toward Rasputin, though he doesn't call out. Friday starts to get a head, but a quick whistle returns her to his side. "Nice carpentry," he observes when they get closer.

Rasputin looks over his shoulder and nods, "Da, da." He flips it back and forth, once more and nods, "Da, da. Goodink." He closes his hands, both large windows in the front are covered, the door is covered, there is a faint 'click' as the doors locks. And those with super hearing, hear another click from the back door. He nods and claps again, and everything undoes.

The old human man present observes, "My father would be impressed, Rasputin." Gabriel looks at the paneling a bit more, then turns to other matters of equal or lesser importance. "Did you get all the meat out of what you were hoping sell and buy? Because some trips like that might help out the refuge."

Rasputin smiles, "Da, da." He flips his wrists and says a word in Dragonese and he is clean, as well as the tools on his belt. "Da, da. Mink sold it all, as dwell as mink could. So muchink of it went to refugees through various means." He shrugs a bit, "Dhough, mink had to sell bunch to Cherokee. Buttink, da. Good." He smiles a bit, "Dhough, now mink ponderink Thunder Makink huntink." He grins.

"Thunder Makink huntink?" Gabriel searches that for a while. "I thought those where the ones we hunted... huh. Well, I think it was a good trade, whatever happens. Also, perhaps we could find another way, now that we know where we're going. The tribe is being a bit, ah... well, y'know, stingy Indians." Friday choses that moment to wag her tail and sit down at his feet.

Rasputin nods and grins, "Da, da. Thunder Makers. Mink ponderink, how to carry more." He shrugs, "And doink dit faster." He smiles, "Da, buttink dheir land, da? Mink would net wanttink to upsettink dhem. Dhey can be allies or small T-Rexes." He chuckles.

"I would say the leg, like.. I think I said. Then let someone like Sithik lop off its head or snap its spine. Still, I'm not really here today to talk about the hunt. It went well, and we can prepare better next time, right?" Gabriel smiles and holds his hands palms up before him. "Before we went hunting we were talking about a difficulty you were having, and how I might be able to help." The sentence hangs there provocatively, without a punchline.

Rasputin tugs his beard, "Problem?" He thinks a bit, "Da, withink plannink of more efficent trips?"

Gabriel grins and scratches at his neck. "Mmm, not directly, no. More like schoolchildren academics, something that might help you out a lot more than just being able to do it." His eyebrow perks upward. "You don't read English, right?"

Rasputin blinks and chuckles, "Da, da. Mink American dis OK da. Buttink mink net read nor write." He chuckles, "Dis pain at times, da."

"Well, if you have time and interest, I thought I might be able to rectify the deficiency," Gabriel notes, using some big words. "I just remember that it came up a few times in passing. Cyrillic doesn't seem to be a dominant language... so, I'm offering to teach, if you'd be interested. The one note is that it would be English, not American. They're very similar, similar enough that it works fine, but not identical."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Dis a goodink idea actually." He tugs his beard, "Dwas dere somethink I might be doink for you? Teachink you somethink?"

Gabriel replies pleasantly, "I'm sure there is, but I haven't come looking for it. It can be a little difficult to know what it is that you need, when you don't know that you're missing it," he tags on with a wink. "Maybe I could make myself look my dashing and debonair like you, all neat in a suit all the time. You know, really drive the young women nuts for the old guy."

Rasputin chuckles softly, "Da, da. Dhough," he straightens his smock, "Lookink dis good can beink a curse, da." He chuckles a bit, "Dhough, you comink all da way here for dis?" He tugs his beard and grins, "Dwas dhere somethink else?"

With a laugh, Gabriel only shakes his head. "Taking Friday out to see more of the city, and to swing by with the offer. Maybe a bite of something tasty, but that's all. Life's nice that way, isn't it? Sometimes you can just do something for the sake of getting out and doing something." He lets out a small sigh and looks toward Main, then the 'Dregs. "A minor refreshing freedom that gets ignored all too often."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, true enough." He smiles, "Dhus why mink go walkink in da park at times. Goodink place to think, da?" He smiles a bit, "Dhough, you can get a bite of food inside, if you are wantink."