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Asar-Suti comes downstairs. The puzzlement and introspection of the day before is mostly gone.

As is the noticeable violet flicker. Obviously, Asar-Suti has pulled himself together again. Whatever that might imply, by Asar-Suti-ish standards.

He sees people reading Meg's note on the bulletin board and shakes his head. It might be that he doesn't quite get what a "thingamabobber" is supposed to be. It might be that he thinks it's a pity the interesting passenger he felt in Meg is gone. On the other hand, it might be that he suspects she might not like coffee any more now, and is glad she introduced him while she did?

He decides to reintroduce himself to her. See what she says about Ihlini now. If she doesn't remember, she might tell him something yet.

But at first, he drifts over to the fireplace and sits down. He sotps a waitrat with a little gesture and has his coffee within record time. He drinks, blowing on it, and looks at the people in the bar. No Lochiel, though. So, who does he want to talk to today?

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Asar-Suti likes music. The more abstract and pure, the better. The strumming and singing of the young man earlier tonight in the bar, he doesn't really care for at all, although he's too polite to say so, under his current policy of being nice and inconspicuous.

The msuic talks to him of things he can entirely understand; cessation of other tunes for the sake of the existence he favours is something Asar-Suti works with all the time. He has no scruples there at all. This music is wild and fierce and tells of victory. Asar-Suti craves a victory, although he yet lacks a strategy to get there. But cessation of some things will definitely play a part.

The Rider glances up, deliberately slowly, he eyes narrowed, shadowing his bright blue eyes. He is wary, but does not show it.

The Rider never had a problem with "wild" sounding music, up until Yrael had to put some damned emotion in it.

He keeps his face impassive, however, and tries his best to listen with detatched interest.

*Yrael's song continues, flowing from the strings of the violin in seamless patterns of notes. The fierce-sounding tune travels fast and light through arpeggios, bold and arrogant, but still a simple melody. The music darts through the scales, like a fish, only to soon be smoothly and suddenly devoured by another, stronger-sounding melody that sings of pride and glory. The new melody is markedly different, yet still carries strains of the first. There is a coldness to this fierce, driving tune, a coldness that acknowledges that while each melody sings of the joy of living, there is always another melody that might engulf it. None is safe from all. Yrael grins at the Rider, and nods in greeting to the Dark God who he has not met.*

With a small gesture, Asar-Suti encourages the violinist to step closer, hoping to talk to him when he finishes.

The attitude to life that his music expresses sounds very interesting to him.

The Rider had relaxed somewhat at Yrael's moderate change in tune. He watches as Asar-Suti beckons Yrael closer.

He smiles charmingly at Yrael. Yrael is a friend (in a loose sense of the word), but not a trusted one.

*Yrael, still playing his violin yet toning down the volume to make speaking easier, wanders over. He is dressed in all white, as usual, and is barefoot, also as usual.*

*He smirks at 'Aphelise' and plays a thread of notes that fits into the fast tune so well that only those who know what to look for will be able to tell what the faint, bitingly acrid smell/taste in the back of their throat means. Yrael knows the Rider knows the acrid taste of Free Magic being done, and knows that the Rider knows that was just a warning. Yrael smiles knowingly, and nods to them both.*

Good evening to you.

Any acrid magic is rather ineffectual on Asar-Suti, who's a dark god and does acrid things himself as a matter of course.

"Good evening, violinist", Asar-Suti says, smiling. "If you stopped playing for a moment, I could get you a drink. I can get you one now, in fact, but you'd be unable to drink it. Hands, you know."

The Rider gives Yrael a sardonic look and raises an eyebrow.

Very well, he seems to be saying. You know I would not stop you from playing anyhow. Watch yourself, though. But, you always do.

After another several minutes of listening, the Rider rises, not wishing to disturb the music, he merely bows to both Yrael and to Asar-Suti, he makes his way upstairs with his new book.

*As the Free Magic was not aimed at Asar-Suti, he would not be affected anyway. As Yrael technically is also a deity of sorts, connected to, and made of, the Charter (ordered magic) and Free Magic (unordered magic) both, so he also does acrid things. Mainly for amusement to see what kind of reactions he can get from his audience when he brings up their emotions and memories that they'd rather not be brought up.*

*Yrael grins* One might stop playing, but the music continues still.

*He lets the song come to its natural end, not hurrying the song in the slightest. If one wants to talk to him, they can wait for him to finish creating, first. When he finally is through, and feels like the song is complete, it ends. Not bad for improv. But then again, all his songs are created as they are played. He merely smiles to himself as the Rider leaves.*

Now, about that drink you offered me. I think I would prefer an Atomic Cat, if you will.

*offhandedly, smirking* By the way, I am Yrael. The Eighth Bright Shiner.

((ooc: And it's 3:20 AM and I'm beat. I gotta go before I doze off again. Shall we just let it lie or should we slowtime it? Please reply with answer, and I'll check back here tomorrow to see what you said, okay? I'm just about dead. G'night.))

[[OOC: Let it lie, play again another day. Yrael is interesting!!]]