Sep 26 19:09:51 109 PA - New Toys

From Chronicles

Sep 26 19:09:51 109 PA.

STEEL STREET OUTSIDE OF YAKOV'S DELI

Rasputin is out in front of his shop, working on a set of shutters for the front door. They are set nicely, well crafted, on the sides of the door so as not to draw attention to them. They kind of just add to the character of the building. Rasputin is putting the last touches on them now...

Pavel comes in off of Main Street, not on horseback and not with a short, attractive girl on his arm. Just his big ol' self, a big ol' hammer and a few bags. A large bow is strapped across his back as he enters singing a good strong Russian tune. It would appear that Yakov's is his destination at the moment. Perhaps not surprising, but it's not his only haunt, either.

Rasputin is just about done with his work at this point. He is starting to put a way his tools into the tool box. A small 'wet paint' sign is hanging on the work. Rasputin stops his cleaning up, to open the door for someone, making sure they don't touch the paint. He smiles and says good day to them, then goes about his cleaning.

Pavel approaches, but stops at a decent distance so as not to have any of his bags accidentally blow in an unexpected gust at mar the finish. << Good evening! >> he announces proudly. << It was nice to see you out at the forge yesterday, but I figured, well... Rasputin's little legs can't be that great for going long distances. >> He winks, then chuckles at his silly joke.

Rasputin looks up from his work and chuckles, he replies in Russian, "Net, net. I got a ride, so it wasn't too bad. I should learn some flying magiks one day, that will make the trip much easier." He grins then fans his hands over his fine work, "So, see I'm done with the door now. Just one more window to go," He frowns as he looks at the other larger bay window, "I'll be needing more supplies for that one first." He looks back and smiles, "What is bringink you to the city?"

<< Oh, small delivery to Little Russia, and I wanted to show you something fun. >> Pavel eyes the wood paneling, and looks to the open windows where he knows more paneling hides. << I don't want to sound like a braggart or anything, but I don't just do metal. Well, I could inlay your wood, emboss it, bas relif.. make it pretty. I also do sculpting work, so maybe if you wanted your name in big letters to let everyone know that you're here? >> He sounds both humored and serious at the same time.

Rasputin chuckles and nods, his Russian thick and comfortable, "Da, perhaps once I get all of the work done, I can have you do some work on it. I hadn't thought about decorating it," He grins a bit, "So, what did you bring to show me?"

Pavel sets most of his things down, including the giant mallet. He does put one leather bag on the ground between himself and Rasputin, and pulls the bow off of his back. With a bit of a proud sweep, he holds it so that it's horizontal to the ground, out for inspection. << Modifications, in case someone gets too close too quickly. >> Modified, indeed. Not only is it big enough that few other people would carry it comfortably, but the draw weight might be enormous. The unusual part is that the top ends in a sharp hook, and the bottom in a blade sharp enough to be a sword. In fact, that's probably what it does.

Rasputin nods, "That is very impressive da," He looks at it a bit more, "I've never been good with bows, my height, da." He grins, "You built this, it is more like a blade strung harp, da." He tugs his beard, "Have you used it in combat yet?"

<< I've used the bow, yes. But not with the modifications, those came later. When the gangs were assaulting the refugees' place, I fired flares and smoke and such. I prefer not to hurt people, you know. Despite what people expect of me when the see me in armor and with weapons. >> Pavel smirks sheepishly, but then waves to the bag. << The blade, better than a vibro-sword. The hook? Taking away weapons. Maybe I can make you a small bow someday. Open up the bag, that's where the real fun is today. For me, at least. >>

Rasputin shakes his head and is kind of boggled, "Seeink, you are a mage, a true mage. Just your magik comes out in a very different way, this is amazing da." He then looks at the fire extinguisher that you have in your hand, he looks and says, "What is this Pavel?"

Pavel hefts the extinguisher, which in his hands is not small, but looks small against the relative background scale. << It's a new way to help with dinosaur hunting! You remember that you wanted to stick the animals, right? >>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. I was disappointed that I wasn't able to get to learn that magik yet." He thinks a bit, "So this does the samink think? Da? Does it work off your magiks?"

Pavel shrugs and makes an, "Idunno" run-together noise. << I paid a techno-wizard to make it to specifications, and now when I want to stick stuff, I just pull the handle, and it sticks stuff. Looks like all the normal foam and such, but it makes things sticky. Enough to stick dinosaurs! >> He gives the extinguisher another shake, then tosses it underhand to Rasputin. << I can just make it go myself, but I figured that others might want to use it, so there's a fuel source in it. I just.. kind of think about it, and fill it up if needed. >>

Rasputin nods slowly, "Ah, techno-wizardry," he tugs his beard and then stops as he grabs it out of the air with a little difficulty. He grasps it with both hands, then looks at it carefully, "Ah, so it is setup like a tech item dhen." He nods slowly, "Good idea. How many times can it fire the sticky stuff?"

<< Three, for anyone. For me, as long as I need it, I guess. Just keep thinking about what it needs to do, like the forge work, right? >> Pavel's grasp of magic energy hasn't improved since the previous evening. Still, considering what he does, that's probably a 'close enough' answer. Though he doesn't reach to take the interesting mechanism back, he does shoulder his other belongings as if he were preparing to be on his way again.

Rasputin nods slowly, and hands it back to you once your hands are free, "I think dhat I might look for somethink like dhat. Dhough, I might also just work on learning da magik myself." He looks at his pocket watch, "Pavel, I hate to chat and run, but I just remembered something, da. Can we chat more about dit later?"

Pavel has no problem packing up the rest of his things. << Certainly, my friend. I'll come by another time. This thing was very cheap, you might just buy one yourself, study something else. But I'll be off! >> He grins and starts to move east. << I'll tell everyone that Rasputin said 'hello.' >> Then he's off into the bustle of the 'Dregs.