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[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

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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[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

"Flame."

He looks a bit sour.

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

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

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."

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

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

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

He grins.

"Indeed."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

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.

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

"Don Quixote."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"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.