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David walks in, a large, leather-bound copy of Paradise Lost in his hands. He takes a look around, obviously hoping to see someone, before sighing tiredly and settling down by the couches to read.

[ooc: another Loki-trick for David, but wander over into the fun and watch me flail. Loki's not the only one hoping he gets it right...]

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Asar-Suti holds out his right hand, and there is an Ihlini grimoire in it.

It is not, strictly speaking, his own. Pinching other people's stuff by magic is not exactly done, but Asar-Suti doesn't have so many of them. He just called for a random grimoire from somewhere in the building, no idea whose this one might be, la la la...

He checks to make sure it's not the deathspell one, and then randomly opens it on a page somewhere in the middle.

It is a growth rune.

For that, you have to have something that can grow, and, avoiding all crude jokes, Asar-Suti conjures a flower pot with a very small and rickety ficus benjamini in it.

"Try that one," he says, tipping his finger on the rune.

David stares at the page for a moment before nodding. A look of concentration is on his face as the redpurple fire starts. He blink, looks down at the page again, and then starts drawing the rune. After a moment, he finishes and watches as the plant shoots up, leaves spreading far and wide.

David laughs and pushes one aside before grinning at Asar-Suti.

"Little too much?"

Another small rune expands the pot of the ficus, and the potground in it, just the moment before the roots burst it.

"Yes - that was very generous. We now have a rather large ficus benjamini that will doubtlessly grace the bar - I'll put it where the Christmans tree used to be, later."

He leans over and kisses David's cheek. "Very generous, you are, always..." he whispers, then turns his attention back to the grimoire, leafing through it.

"Here - see that? It's a copying rune, very advanced. What with all the magic you have, and as quickly as you've been progressing, you might be able to do it - do you think you could copy the book itself?"

A quick squiggle on the page makes the text readable to David.

David focuses again, carefully constructing the rune... and it fizzles.

He stares at it, frustrated.

"What was wrong that time?"

"It started working before it was complete, so it fizzled itself out, not quite knowing what it was meant to do. You have to draw it one fell swoop and only then let it go. Try again?"

Asar-Suti grins at him, encouragingly.

David nods and then looks back to the rune again before drawing it perfectly in redpurple fire.

It fizzles again.

"Okay, what now?"

"The rune refuses you - something's the matter with your magic. It can't be the earlier problem, as the red and purple flow together perfectly. Give me your hand and then let me have just a small bit of your magic - I'll draw the rune with it and feel what it does."

Magical problem solving - Asar-Suti likes experimenting with things that don't work, actually. They'll have David and his magic sorted out eventually.

David is Difficult, as a personality - of course it is reflected in his magic.

David smiles and hands over his hand before grinning boyishly and letting brown eyes swirl into blue-green.

"Though I think I've got it now, 'Suti."

Asar-Suti feels the energy, and sees the eyes, and knows.

He almost squeals with combined glee and mock-annoyance.

"You're no more David than I am Ilsa!" he decleres, shape-shifting into her to illustrate the point.

"You're Loki, you imp, and you would have been happy to have me on all evening" - and then 'David' has a short luscious blonde plastered all over him, kissing him thoroughly, simply because 'she' can, and ruining reputations can be fun, too...

\\David pulls away and smirks, lightly bapping 'Suti on the head.

Oh, just give the game up, why don't you? Trickster god you are not, 'Suti, for all your forms.

David blinks at Ilsa and then shakes his head. He looks boggled.

"What on earth did you do that for, love?"

Ilsa pouts prettily.

"Awwww, don't you like me like this?" 'she' purrs.

//And actually, this shape is one of my favourite tricks... he quietly adds into Loki's mind.

David shakes his head head.

"No, because as pretty as I find girls to be, I seem to get into trouble for kissing them, so I'd much prefer you back the way you were."

'Suti, you practically shouted my identity to the entire bar. Just because I revealed the trick to you doesn't mean I want it revealed to everyone.

Hmmmm - in case anybody noticed, which I don't think, as everybody's always terribly busy with their own angsting, let's distract them, then, Asar-Suti concedes.

And 'David' has a huge, white tiger lying purring iwth its head in his lap. Yes, purring, one giant kitty.

David looks down with an eyeroll and begins to pet the cat.

You know, it's a good thing I like you, 'Suti. Otherwise I might be a bit cross about all this. Distractions are supposed to direct attention AWAY from the trick...

Distract them with something bigger than the original trick, so they only see the new weirdness, of course, Aasr-Suti argues, turning back into himself, still with his head in 'David's' lap, and apparently quite enjoying it.

After doing schmoopy puppy eyes for a second, he sits up and considers the grimoire.

"We need to return it before it is missed," Asar-Suti says, not actually relishing idea of one certain snarky Ihlini sorcerer walking up demanding his stolen book back.

So he draws the copy rune over it so he doesn't have to pinch it again for the real David's next magic lesson, and banishes the original book to exactly and precisely the same position in time and space he got it from.

The 'time' part takes a bit of fiddling, but better be careful.

David smirks.

"Good idea."

As you wish. Clumsy work though. I prefer not to slip up in the first place. I'll have to show you sometime.

I'm not a professional, Asar-Suti admits, and then he kisses 'David' again, as David and Asar-Suti alone in a booth, and no kisses for almost five minutes - that's more unlikely and suspicious than any amount of Ilsas and white tigers.

David kisses him back, as that is indeed true.

Yes, well, I do take pride in my work, you know.

And I in mine, but my work is different; it's magic, these days, and there's nothing wrong with my magic, Asar-Suti answers, coming up for air from the kissing.

He rubs the tip of his nose against 'David's' and feels a bit strange.

Shall we continue this another time...as promised before? When I'm back to being me, perhaps?

Fluidly, Asar-Suti stands; he kisses 'David' once more, deeply, in goodbye.

Yes, please - this is weird, he thinks, while saying aloud, "I'll take the book along, and we can continue from it the next time," before walking away.

Loki, yes please. David, yes please!! Loki in David-shape - neither, and so confusing.

At least Blais isn't likely to think much about Asar-Suti's shape-shifting, being the one the ex-Dark God occasionally sleeps with in a shape other than his own. Apart from the fact where Asar-Suti has no shape that is, essentially and truly, his own. Only the one people got used to most. He wonders which shape Loki the god regards as his own, or whether it's the transformation itself that defines him.

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