Oct 24 05:48:54 106 PA - Rasputin and Caliopa talk
From Chronicles
Rasputin's Deli is a lively place, normally a short man is behind the counter serving up orders of beef, brisket, chicken, pork, sausage, fish and just about every other type of meat product you can imagine. Rasputin's is a well known secret to low, medium and high class people of all type. Rasputin has all sorts of customer's coming and going at all times of day or night. He isn't open 24-hrs, but he might as well be.
As you walk into the Deli, next to the door is a small lunch counter which faces out into the street. Opposite to the deli counter are four small booths. Both of these locations serve as eating space for those that choose to grab a quick bite of food or one of Yakov's and Rasputin's famous five meat monster deli sandwiches. Most people don't use these booths, but the lunch counter is constantly being used, as it provides a great people watching vantage.
Rasputin is up early in the morning as he prepares for the morning. He is chopping, dicing and sorting various vegi's, meat and even some bread. The Deli is of course empty at this early time in the morning. The tables are all set for the partitioners who will be arriving soon enough. The smell of soft smell of fresh bread hangs in the air, with a hint of onion and spices. Of and on the smell of bacon can be caught, as Rasputin puts down a few strips to get the grill going.
This early in the morning and Caliopa is one of the few who have actually been at work. Possibly all night from the colour of her coveralls. She arrives quietly, but in the silence of the morning it would be hard to sneak in. "Mornin'." She greets him, glancing around the cafe. "You got somethin' I can have for breakfast, real quick? I'm reckonin' on gettin' some sleep." A smothered yawn is covered with her hang, and Caliopa blushes slightly, rummaging in her pockets for her money,
Rasputin turns around and looks to see who has graced his small Deli at this early in the morning. He chuckles, "Da, da. Dobroe utro! Greetinks to you Caliopa. Are you lookink for something to be takink out? Or eatink here?" He smiles as he quickly washes his hands and begins to ponder what to make you for either answer.
"Best eat it here, else I reckon I'll fall asleep before I eat it at home." The wry smile acknowledges her habits and she perches on a bench seat, leaning elbows on her knees as she waits. "Your trip go well?" The abrupt question is polite enquiry, Cali style, and she looks up for the answer.
Rasputin nods, "Da, da. How aboutink some pancakes sandwich? Da? It is 2 pancakes with 2 strips of bacon and an egg in the middle? Da?" He smiles, "And go, takink a table, Da?" He chuckles, "I'll bring you some milk, so as not to get you awakink. Just helps washink it downs." He starts to whip it all together, then over his shoulder he says, "Da, da. The trip went dery well. But, I have been needink to speakink to you about some armor repairs, da?"
Caliopa nods slowly, settling herself at the table and leaning her elbow on the table, her hand propping up her cheek. "Armor repairs? That ain't a problem." Another smothered yawn, and her eyes are fighting the sleep off, barely. The eyelids dip, a long blink with a struggle to open again. "You bring it over, 'n' I'll get it done before I go on my trip."
Rasputin nods slowly, a sharp contrast to the speed his hands are moving on his work, "Da, da. Goodlink, I will brink it over soon, da?" He says, "You are takink a trip?" He quickly flips a pancake on an empty plate, then tosses down two slices of bacon. The Egg is still simmering away as is the second pancake.
"Yeah, I got to go to a place called Madhaven, get a piece of machinery that is there 'n' fix it up." Caliopa speaks tiredly, but the underlying note of worry is obvious. "Ain't somewhere I heard much about but the man said he sent others, 'n' they came back mad from the ghosts or didn't come back." She watches the food being prepared, almost absently.
Rasputin finishes up the egg and lays it out onto the first pancake. Then he slides up the second pancake and puts it on top of the first. The sandwich is now complete. He pours a nice glass of milk, and brings it over to you. "Da, here you beink." He pours himself a mug of coffe then joins you, "Madhaven? I am net knowink this place. Dhis it far away? Ghosts? What types of ghosts?"
Caliopa gives him a smile in thanks for the food, diving right in there. Through a mouthful of pancakes and bacon, she mumbles, "I ain't got a clue. Reckon Ali 'n' I are goin' to hit the library, see what we can find out. Gonna take some folks that are good with creatures like that." She shakes her head, taking a swig of the milk and speaks clearer. "Tryin' not to think over it too hard, really. Seems somethin' real stupid to be goin' at all."
Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. I am havink some knowledge of how to be fightink some da dead and undead. Are you takink magiks users?" He tugs his beard a moment, "Who is sendink you? Or why are you goink?" He stops tugging his beard only long enough to sip some coffee.
Caliopa curls her fingers around her glass, frowning in thought. "Would make a piece of sense then for you to come but I ain't wantin' to inconvenience you..." She glances up, the words actually a question. "That trouble I was in, this man helped sort it out. Piece of honor to make sure I repay him 'n' this is what he wants." She shakes her head, tucking into the food, putting it away swiftly.
Rasputin tugs his beard, "Da, well, I net sayink I can be goink yet. But, I may be ables to goink. Dhough, another magik user would be good anyways, da?" He ponders a moment, and sips his tea again. "But you are net knowink how fars dis away. Do you know when you will be goink?"
"I ain't got a clue, Rasputin. I'm waitin' on him to get the transportation for the rig." She shakes her head, another yawn interrupting the words, but her plate is clean now. "Reckon I'll let you know, 'n' see if I can't find another magic person 'n' all. Ought to be someone that is good with ghosts 'n' all but I don't reckon I know anyone." She rubs her eyes, hands balled like a child, before finishing her milk.
Rasputin nods slowly, "I am betters with dhampires and dhinks such as dhat. But, ghosts can be similar." He tugs his beard again, "Be gettink a littles more informations, and I'll arrange to be goink. Da? Perhapsink, I can be findink something to help fight dhampires, da?" He smiles, "Da?" He sips his coffee a bit, "Will you be ables to be makink it back to your home? You are dery tireds."
"Da, I mean yeah. I can make it. Ain't unusual to work this late." She rises from the table, offering her credits to the man with a smile. "I'll come over when I got a piece more information. Thanks, Rasputin. For breakfast too." She nods, turning towards the door, heading home to bed.
Rasputin nods slowly and watches you leave. He clears the plates and goes back to preparing for the morning. But, he pauses to finish his mug of coffee first.
