Sep 02 15:07:59 109 PA - Maps, Dinosaurs and Trackers, Oh My!

From Chronicles

Sep 02 15:07:59 109 PA.

YAKOV'S DELI

The Deli is between lunch and dinner rushes. Almost no one in here, save for a few sous chefs, a bored looking waitress and Rasputin. They are all singing up a storm in Russian, some old folks song about lost lovers who battle the harsh cold to find each other. But alas, in the end they both freeze to death in each other's embrace... Very Russian.

That is quite Russian. But it's still more fun than a Greek tragedy. Pavel might have thought that to himself as he walked in, had he known such things. But, he doesn't. Just wanders in causally, hammer over shoulder, giving the wrong Anya an over-the-top wink and suggestive kiss. He does his best to join in with the singing, while it lasts.

Rasputin continues to sing, and only gets louder as he turns around and sees the large metal wielding giant. He chuckles as they all come to a close, "Da, how is goink my tall friend?" He grins a bit, "Dis all is good with you?"

"It is!" Pavel calls out jovially. "Tools delivered, very good! You got your money, perhaps that will help find your dinosaur hunting? Maybe a payment for one of those big trucks?" He stops at the counter, makes a kissy face at Anya, then places a proper order for milk and dumplings.

Rasputin nods slowly, "Perhaps, dwell it mink take a bit more, but anyway." He looks at the ordering, he pours himself a cup of tea and walks over to a small table to sit with his friend. He assumes he had a few questions for him, maybe?

Pavel waits for his food, surprised that when he bends down to pick up the tray, the wrong Anya launches herself up to peck his face. To be fair, they did date for a little while, and no one else is really looking. The smith... hurries off toward Rasputin's table before the correct Anya could see such a thing happen and then two pieces of matter try to occupy the same space at the same time.

Rasputin shakes his head, and tugs his beard. He says in Russian, "So, one should be careful dino's are nothing compared to woman's scorned, da?" He chuckles a bit, "So, how are things going with you my friend?"

<< I'm well, >> Pavel says, settling into a convenient chair and finding a good place to lean his hammer as out of the way as possible. The food smells delicious as usual - and he tells Rasputin as much before taking a taste. << I'm very busy up at the forge. Got your tools being made, then I need some rest and I'll take care of your canes. It's taken much longer than I thought, leather working tools were something I really had to think about. How about you? Keeping your staff well fed, I can see. >>

Rasputin chuckles nods, "Da, da. I've been working on a way to protect my shop, I came up with a first idea. I'm going to setup some shutters, so I can slide something in front of the windows. In case of riots or something, da." He sips his tea, and then tugs his beard a bit, "What do you think?"

<< Oh, that's a good idea. Like the tables? >> he asks, slapping the sturdy surface twice. <> That's probably unnecessary to say, but falls out of his mouth anyway. <>

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. I know of a process to do some stuff like this table, it takes time," he pauses a moment and tugs his beard again, "I may not have enough time, but we will see. If worse comes to worse, I have lots of dino hide for projects, I could always just tack it up on the walls." He chuckles a bit, "Da? The dragon deli? Perhaps I should change da name?"

Pavel chuckles at the suggestion of the name. << It's certainly catchy, if you want to draw in some of the more tourist types. But these tables? >> This time it's knuckles that wrap it. << Unless these are far beyond even what I think they are, and beyond what you would need, speed on something simple like tables and armor plating isn't an issue. The tools are taking time because of their detailing, and sheer numbers of edges and plucks and points and such to pay attention to. Armor? >> He offers a big shrug. << I armored up the refugee compound. I actually studied how to fortify places against attacks, which would help if you really wanted to throw things into defending this building. But you should at least let me see how long it would take to help you out here, if you're interested. >>

Rasputin thinks a few minutes, "Da, well, my design was to just make simple shutters for the front door, and front windows." He looks to the front, "They were just going to require simple closing, like the winter shutters from the old country." He taps this table, "It would be fairly sturdy, but more to stop small arms and riot types." He shrugs, "Not much against the larger attacks."

The smith offers another nod. << So, something to defend against perhaps some of the heavy pistols they make? But not the rifles and greands and stuff? You know, like the rail gun that blows off dinosaur legs? >> he asks with a smirk. <>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. That is why I was going to use my 'wood'," he says the word wood oddly, "so it blends in with my structure and doesn't stand out," he thinks a bit, "perhaps you could making a roller like device on the top of the windos and door. So I could pull down the wooden slats, thus protecting it, but keeping it to look nice and natural." He thinks a bit, "Oh, and maybe it won't take as much either, though maybe it will." He thinks a bit, "I don't want to use metal as it just doesn't look as good, da?" Rasputin grins and adds, "Well to my eyes, you may differ?"

Pavel quirks a brow and nods toward his hammer. << Shined metal isn't beautiful? I'm sure that I could build a roller for you, if that's all you want. Just buy the materials - they will be very inexpensive, not like going to Steel Street somewhere and hiring someone to do it. >> He looks back to Anya - for safety - then to the door. << It's impressive wood, my friend. I wonder if it would burn, >> he says in a teasing tone.

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net." He stops a moment and catches his words, "Well, you could burn it but it wouldn't smell good. More like," he tugs his beard a bit, "well very bad, but your forge fire or magical fire could burn it easy enough," He grins, "Though, I may have to get more dino trips to finish all of my work. I'll rethink the design."

<< Oh, hide? Hard cooked hide or something? >> Pavel suggests. << We have our own magic and skills that we keep secret. Or at least, I try. I meet a lot of people who openly discuss, in surprising detail, what it is that they do. My smithing, yes is obvious. But beyond that, I see no reason to go into detail. At least, not with everyone I meet. You, clearly, feel the same way. >>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Yes, well," He sighs, "Magiks isn't a solution to all problems, da? Sometimes it comes with a price which isn't easy to see." He sighs a bit and tugs his beard, "So, you could do the metal work, and I could do the wood work. It might be a new money making option?" He chuckles a bit, "Though, maybe I should go with just metal. Mine takes so much work to get, while other people supply lots of metal," He shakes his head and, "Net, wood is good look."

Pavel suggests, << If it comes to riots, I'm not sure that people will be out here in this part of town looking for an attractive restaurant. I think that all of us will simply be trying to save our lives, our loved ones, and our property. If metal would be faster to put up, yet accomplish the same thing? Perhaps it would be a better option for troubled times. However, I obviously leave that to you. >> He fills his mouth with a dumpling that he thoroughly enjoys. << Any word about the missing dinosaurs? I'm so busy right now... and honestly, not really set to go lurking in the wilderness alone. >>

Rasputin shakes his head, "I haven't looked into that yet myself." He thinks a bit, "Maybe I should hire someone to look into it." He thinks a bit and tugs his beard, "I have some of the skills, but not all of the ones I really need. Maybe, that Whitefeather woman or Sithik person?" He thinks a bit, "do you know much about them?"

The big smith chuckles. << No, not much for either of them. I don't get out much. >> Pavel shrugs happily. << Mostly, I see my Anya, my forge, my horses and you. Beyond that, I generally only see people when they want something of me. I do see Fizzlesnoot, but he's been so busy with his club that even that friendship has fallen off. Still? Whitefeather seems like a very nice woman. Sithik seems, well.. a hunter, for bad or for good, I can't say. >>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Do you think they be willing to be hired for a scouting mission? Maybe they have some of those skills," he grins a widely, "that apparently we are all missing." He chuckles, "And with my maps, they could explore it more quickly?"

<< Well, we've seen that they both fight well, and that they both travel well. If nothing else, it couldn't be anything but safer for them than it would be for either one of us, I would suppose, >> Pavel says, chewing around the edge of another dumpling. << Once they at least made sure the area was clear, you could talk to the Cherokee again. I'd be happy to go along to present my glowing personality. >> A big, stupid and toothy expression of 'everyone's my friend' is offered before being hidden behind a glass of milk.

Rasputin nods slowly, "True, true. Maybe they could find a route which was in less Fed space, or perhaps a route which was more due east," He shakes his head, "Of course, all of my trips tend to end up being fairly expensive. But also profitable, so good but good." He chuckles a bit, "maybe get some of that steel wood trade, or maybe just more dino's like Gabriel was talking about." He shrugs, "Of course, if there are things larger than the Tri-Tops, I don't know if I could clean them out and get them onto just one of the hover trucks." He thinks a bit, "Sometimes your craft seems so much easier," he chuckles, "You just go buy metal, and make stuff."

Pavel laughs. << Sometimes I don't buy metal, but still make stuff, >> he says with a cryptic wink. << I also do jewelry, if you ever find that lovely lady dwarf to call your own. Still, it is simple, yes. I don't have to worry about a staff, or keeping profits high enough to pay for land, or water or electrically and dozens of other things that go into this place that I probably wouldn't even imagine. >> His glass of milk is tipped back and finished in one long pull. << Where do the Federation lands really go, you know. Around this city. Can you just go due south, then cut east to avoid their land altogether? >>

Rasputin looks around the place and nods, "Da, I have to keep things going around here so much," he grins. Then takes his mind back and shrugs a bit, "There are no normal roads heading south or east of here. Everything is up north, maybe we could make a strong trapper trail east? To avoid Federation territory, and maybe find other hunting grounds while we are at it? Might open some trade to people. Safer routes?" He shrugs a bit.

<< I'm afraid that I don't know, >> Pavel says apologetically. << I was brought into the Federation, and stayed there, then moved west and found my way here. That's all I know of distances and such. Well, Laramy, but that isn't exactly far. Isn't the Coalition all north, though? Their big cities? Like Whykin lies east, and that Devil's Gate place, too. I know the mages in the Federation talked about those places. >>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Yes, but they also, lay in the west and south," he ponders a bit, "Really all around us, we are kind of surrounded really." He chuckles, "Makes it easy to look around and find something coming after us, I guess. Though, maybe I can make a small trail to the east or south," he tugs his beard, "Do you think 5000 credits each would be enough to pay those two to try and find a trail that way?" he tugs his beard again, "Though I should also offer it to Gabriel's outfit, though he is super busy these days." He shakes his head, "Of course, I could..." Rasputin mutters, "Bah."

<< Money for Whitefeather and Sithik? I think they would take it. In fact, Whitefeather seems to be the kind to do everything for free, as long as it's a good cause. I had to practically grab her by the throat and force the money into her pocket at Laramy. >> Pavel smirks, adding, <>

Rasputin nods slowly and thinks to himself, "Well, maybe they would prefer goods. I could make them both suits of leather armor, I already have one made." He chuckles, "That is worth more than 5K." He thinks to himself, "I'm looking forward to that second set of tools, so I can see how they work out." He thinks a bit, "yes, I'll see if Gabriel's outfit is interested, then approach Whitefeather and Sithik," he tugs his beard, "Maybe an east route is just what Kingsdale needs."

Pavel pushes his empty plate and glass away, and makes himself more comfortable in his chair. << I would say that they certainly have the money. Sithik bought a vest from me that was as your armor - more than five-thousand. Whitefeather, if she truly wants no money? Eh. It might be a very good deal for you. >>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. You know how I feel about not paying for what I get," He chuckles, "Maybe having Gabriel's crew doing it would be better, though of course he might be too busy." He thinks, "I could always just advertise and see who signs up, and find out who wants to go out there," he tugs his beard, "Of course, I don't know if I could trust others to my maps, and to recon on their own." He sigh a bit, "Well, hmm."

Pavel's brow scrunches as he thinks. << Perhaps you could find a psychic to screen them? They can read minds, right? Or they pick up feelings and stuff? If it works, it might give you some better faith in giving someone a map. I guess you've been working them for a long time, and are a labor of love. >> His face suddenly splits into a grin. << Maybe if you decide to retire someday, I could transfer it to a permanent wall plaque for you to display in here. >>

Rasputin shrugs a bit, "I prefer to trust someone, until they break a contract." he looks over at the kitchen, "Then I just serve them up for their betrayal." he chuckles and there is a bit of an evil glint in his eye, then he chuckles. "Of course, most wouldn't pay much to eat a bad person, da." he grins and looks back, the evil glint gone, "I could always make a copy. That would be a good idea actually, I would give them a copy without the village on it, da?"

<< If it's easy enough for you to do, yes, that would be a good idea, I think. Are your maps easily destroyed? >> Pavel raises a hand as the wrong Anya passes, asking for a simple glass of water. It'll probably get back to him, eventually.

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, they are just paper maps of course. I can get some made here in town, but my own notes on them are unique to my copies of course." He shrugs a bit, "I try to keep an eye on where things are located that we run into," He thinks, "I've heard of a few devices which can do record your locations and the like."

<< Well, if you ever want to record a map in something not easily lost or destroyed, I might be able to help you. Could even be something able to be added to. >> Pavel stops to grab the glass of water that comes whipping past.

Rasputin shakes his head and chuckles as you snatch the water glass. He shakes his head, "I'll have to talk to her about that bad service." He grins, "Though, perhaps I should talk to you about your dating habits," he winks to you, "So, you could make me a copy out of metal, or something? Perhaps something which can't be torn," He nods slowly, "Though that would take a while, right?" Pavel nods, then shakes his head. << Yes, metal or something, >> he chuckles. << As for taking a while, that depends on your definition. If I have a map of yours, and am not being pressed with other matters? Maybe a week to make sure it was correct. Barring fixing errors, of course. You want it engraved with silver and gold? Could do that too, make it a piece of wall art. >> The water tips back and hides another friendly grin. << It could be added to in the future, if necessary. >>

Rasputin shakes his head, "No, I'll keep it on paper, easier to dispose of if required, da?" He grins, "I wouldn't want my trade secrets to fall into unknown hands, da? I mean, metal is just to hard to dispose of, right?"

<< Sure, for most people. That's why metal gets used in the first place, to be durable. >> Pavel flops out a hand. << Of course, if someone uses cheap base or doesn't know what they're doing, it can go bad as fast as paper. I suppose you can keep your secrets for now. >> *Wink*

Rasputin grins and tugs his beard, "Da, da." He nods a bit, "Well, after a bit, maybe I can open some of the secrets, but for now I'll keep them tied into my beard, da?" He tugs his beard a bit, "Safest place I know." He nods, "So, first the leather knives, then the canes," He chuckles, "It will be like my birthday," he pauses,"that does remind me though do I owe you more for the canes or knives?"

Pavel smiles too. << I've heard some people say that the lady dwarves have beards just like that, which is why no one ever sees them - you can't tell them apart. >> He stops to do a little math, then offers, << The tools for working the leather, I told you that they were a gift, an apology, a payment for having used you as my own tool to feel out Valeriya when she wanted her statue. There's no payment for them, and no debt owed - it's me paying that debt to you. As for the canes, materials have been expensive, though the market is fairly good right now. Everything will be covered with the remaining thirty-five thousand that I originally quoted you. >>

Rasputin frowns a bit, "I still think I should be paying you for those," He mutters, "So, another 35K? OK." He sighs, "I can get you that no problem, do you have one of those credit sticks I gave you? I can transfer it to you now." He smiles, "Then we will be square I guess."

Pavel bobs his head and pulls a small stick from a pocket. <> He gives a heavy double wink as the stick is passed across the table. <>

Rasputin shakes his head, "Perhaps when I'm done with them, da?" He grins a bit, "You have only made the first step in a long creation process, once I'm done I'll show you the finished product, OK?" He takes the credit stick, and pulls out his own. He transfers money over to you, "So da, here you go," he slides it back over you, "And I've given you an extra 5000, for the trouble. And don't say no, I feel I should pay you for the leather working knives. So take that, OK?" He grins, and smiles.

Pavel just offers an accepting incline of his head. << Thank you, Rasputin, you're a good man. Perhaps they will simply be the world's most powerful and expensive walking aid? Don't go poking people too hard. >>

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net. Once I have them, I can put some magik of my own into them. Then they will become, a little better." He grins a bit, "Of course, once its done, it should be interesting." He grins a bit, "It will boost it some, but not a lot."

Pavel reaches for his hammer and starts to scoot his chair out. << Well, I'm sure they will be more than I can imagine. This is exactly why I turn down mages when they ask for objects, but can supply no references - my things can be imbued with powers they were not meant to have. But, I should probably be getting back to the forge. Zoyenka is still getting ued to having Blagodat around, and I'd like to finish up your things. >>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Well, these canes will be weapons of sorts, but they will only really harm demons and other nasties." He chuckles a bit, "Mortals will only take normal impact. Which is nice."

Rasputin smiles, "But take care, don't want your horses to start getting frisky, da?" Pavel grins happily. << Good to hear! Now, I'm off. Faster than your Anya can catch me, if I can. I should have brought one of the horses! >> With another wave, he's quickly out the door.

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