howling ghosts [thoth]

Horus

Horus

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@"Thoth"

Pasha was usually rather quiet when he did his shopping; not like he did it with someone in tow usually, anyways. He tolerated Anastasia's presence for the time being because he felt like he owed her that much. Her parents having been good friends of his also helped. Usually, he was much less pleasant.

"About that much. Yes, it would be a hundred and twenty by now." He was old, but his knees didn't groan and he could still walk, hold a gun and beat the crap out of a person with his bare fists just fine. The one good thing about immortality, he supposed; he didn't know if he could possibly stand himself getting old and tired.

And for what he was...

"Winter." His answer was quiet and unobtrusive; he spoke as if he were talking about the weather instead of what he actually was. He was Winter himself, but an embodiment or a manifestation.
 
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Winter. Winter was not the answer she was expecting. How could she have possibly expected it? It took her a moment to realize what he meant, and she squinted at him from the corner of her eye as she collected the few things she might need at her dorm.

"Ded Moroz?" She whispered, in the tones one might take if someone had just informed them that the easter bunny was real. That was what he'd essentially confessed to being, although the very idea of Pasha - old, grizzled, scarred Pasha - delivering presents on new year's eve was an even more absurd thought the idea of there being a magical island in the ocean littered with supernatural creatures.

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Horus

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Pasha had to pause to think about that one for a moment, and then couldn't help but let out a half amused sounding grunt. Ded Moroz. Ah, he'd nearly forgotten about that tale.

"I suppose some could consider me Ded Moroz. Not quite, but I suppose it'd do for an explanation." Close enough. He certainly didn't deliver presents on new years eve and he definitely didn't have the long white beard to show for it.

Pasha picked up the last of what he needed, double checked everything and then started to head towards the front. "I own a bar here on the island." A slightly industrialized area that definitely didn't get too much foot traffic. Just a hole in the wall. "So for the time being I tend to that."
 
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Ded Moroz owned a bar. A bar. She couldn't reconcile that, but she couldn't quite reconcile the idea of Pasha as a bartender. The day had been full of confusion and strange ideas. "Downtown?" Perhaps she could have to come visit at some point. "But I don't want to bother you too much. I wasn't expecting to find anyone I would recognize." She admitted. She'd expected to be completely alone, and even a single familiar face had been nice, even if Pasha was far from the friendliest.

Familiar was better than friendly, at the moment. "I should finish my shopping. It was nice to see you though."

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"Not quite..." He pulled out a neat square of paper from his wallet, jotting down an address on it along with some vague instructions. He figured Anastasia would know enough of the island to know where it was from those, and he handed it to her.

He'd let her finish her shopping, and he'd go back to his bar and organize the back shelves and perhaps do a bit of reading before the nightly patrons fired in. It was a Friday night, surely there would be some.

So Pasha gave her a nod goodbye and was on his way, a bag easily hanging off two fingers as he made his way back.
 
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