Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin (immanis) wrote in reality_crisis, @ 2012-11-28 16:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, faith lehane, piotr rasputin, plot: age reversion |
A boy again (Open to dF people)
The large Russian had consumed his power bar quickly. It was not enough to actually sustain him for long. But he felt better snacking here and there rather than eating a huge meal in front of everyone as often as he really wanted to do it. It meant that he was always a little bit hungry, but he was okay with that.
Within moments, however, the hulking man had a bit of a goofy look on his face and was tooling around the streets of die Festung with a slow gait, hands in his pockets. It was the casual stride of a youth with very few cares in the world. The place he was in seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't be sure of the why.
"Da. Hello." He said to a passerby who greeted him and apparently knew him. His accent, if it was at all possible, seemed thicker. Less Americanized. "Have you seen my father? No? Is he in the field? No?"
Confused, Piotr moved along. He didn't understand why all these people were so short. He was a massive youth, he knew, at just thirteen years old, but he wasn't that big. He wondered if he had fallen asleep and been brought to another collective. Where all the people were tiny.
"Dobry den!" He said to another man, who smiled widely and began to walk closer. If this man knew him, and was also a part of a collective, then he should have no problem with the Russian. Piotr's mind didn't even work through to that conclusion, it was just natural. "Kak u vas dela? Chem ty seychas zanimaeshsya?"
Piotr frowned when the man did, not understanding. "Why do you look at me like this? It is the mother tongue! You should have no problems with it. I speak it no differently. This collective cannot be so far away from my own that we have switched dialects. Zhdu vashego otveta!"
He was becoming frustrated.