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Enter Loki.

Actually, please don't. Especially if it involves a chainsaw. Just...stare at him, since he's pretty. Or, you know, talk to him. That would work too. Because he just came into the bar and he's sitting just at the end of it nursing a cup of tea.

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He smiles.

"No, it sounds very good. I'm glad you've realized a few things. There are parts of myself as well that I don't like to trot out very often, but...I don't think I'll ever be able to leave them behind."

"There are those in everyone, not just gods. But you know how I realised that? I recently woke up and remembered talking to you in my dream, or whatever it was, and just knew that whatever else I had been or might do or people might expect me to be, I am a god of magic - that simply. I have a library of magic here, people who do magic gravitate towards me, simply because that is what I am."

Asar-Suti sighs. "It felt more solid than a dream, and less solid but waking, human reality, but now you actually seem to agree with the sentiment."

He smiles, a little sly, a little mysterious.

"I like to agree. It makes life simpler."

"It really does - unless it's against your conviction. Of course, in that case, polite and cryptic evasion is just as good as speaking out and aiming for collision course, as I sometimes do."

"Indeed."

Asar-Suti laughs. "See - classic example! You are definitely agreeing, but it's up to my guess wich part of my speech you are agreeing to - that I tend to speak out and aim for collision course, for example? No, I don't expect an answer to that, I'm not going to try and nail water to the wall."

Loki is the way he is, and to be accepted or avoided that way. Asar-Suti has no problem with the accepting now he has at least an idea of what Loki is about.

"Flame."

He looks a bit sour.

"Flame to the wall. I am never...ever...water."

Asar-Suti doesn't mind water - he even enjoyed it during the lake party, or in penguin-shape. His kind of fire isn't exactly hydrophobic.

"Oh - sorry. Nailing flame to the wall is even more difficult, I should guess."

"You'd burn your hands if you tried."

"I'd burn the wall, the nail might melt, and the hammer might char, but not my hands," Asar-Suti says, turning into pure godfire for a moment. This, after all, is his most basic shape - fire will not hurt him.

"But I wouldn't try, anyway, as to avoid said collateral damage."

He grins.

"Indeed."

Asar-Suti returns to his more usual shape - there are people who might view spontaneous purple conflagrations in the bar with worry.

"I think there is an old Earth tale about a demented knight who tried jousting with windmills..." Asar-Suti says, by way of finding another metaphor for the futility of defining a god of transformation.

"Don Quixote."

"Yes, exactly that one."

Asar-Suti smiles. he#s read much, but some of it is rather superficial.

"Listen, I should get back to nailing much less elemental things to wall, or rather, conjuring the nails for people to do so. I'll see you soon, I hope, and will come over to Tokyo; I think Gil is getting over his misgivings towards you."

He gives Loki a lazy smile that says, One day, I will touch your wings yet, and walks back towards the staff quarters.

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