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[creator_raven]

After his adventure and conversation with Adam, Raven remains in the bar.

He settles in a booth with some cider and a plate of banana bread.

He's adding beads and feathers to what looks like a dreamcatcher.

Bother him, if you like. Or have some snacks.

[Where Raven meets Asar-suti, for a discussion of purpose, speaks to Ace about Doom, briefly, then discusses food, and with some friend-schmoop. Also, Michael stops by, on Random's recommendation, and they discuss business.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Hello," somebody says nearby. "What's that thing?" he asks, curiously, indicating the dreamcatcher. "Some sort of magic?"

This somebody is a pale young man with dark hair, and the slightest hint of purple on his features, as if he were walking in a faint violet spotlight.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks up.

"It is. I often make such things."

He smiles.

"Would you sit, with me?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits.

"Thank you. Sorry, I'm just curious about all kinds of magic. What is that good for?"

There's a mug of coffee in his hand, and he drinks fom it.

[creator_raven]

Raven considers.

"It is not finished, yet, so there are a few things it may be. It might be a dream-ward, or a spell-ward, or a thing that welcomes luck."

He looks up.

"Which do you think it should be?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Many people have bad dreams in here, so that might be useful," Asar-Suti says, after thinking a bit. "We don't much use spells against each other, though, as that's part of no violence and no business. Plus, you never know whether the other one isn't stronger. Luck, on the other hand, is always welcome, even as an anthropomorphic personification. I've never met her, though."

[creator_raven]

"It is well said."

He nods. "A dream-ward, then." And he chooses two green beads, and a speckled brown feather--weaving them into the design."

"I am sorry, I did not introduce myself."

"They call me Raven."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Raven," Asar-Suti says, nodding to him. "I'm Asar-Suti. A god of magic, taking care of the magical library and the garden in this place."

He looks at the dream-ward. "There's Dream of the Endless, of course, but he doesn't do all the nightmares people have. Not intentionally, at least."

[creator_raven]

Raven grins.

"We've met. He is very comfortable."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Comfortable?"

That would be the last term Asar-Suti would use to describe any Endless, especially Dream. He was in Milliways during the Nyarlathotep incident, after all.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

An Ace drops into the other side of the booth, stealing a slice of banana bread.

She looks gleeful, despite the fact that she could probably stand to sleep the day away.

Challenge taken.

[creator_raven]

Raven's eyes are bright.

"Hello, Ace. How goes today, for you?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully a lot better than yesterday." She says, very sincerely. "I should have stayed outside. Much less horrid that way."

[creator_raven]

"I hesitate to ask what happened."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She sighs, and crumbles the edge of the banana bread slice.
"Tonks, Bernard's fiancee, was missing in action last night. Evidently the nasty sorts from her world caught her. She's a cop, basically, and they're... well, pond scum is some levels above them on the chain, I think. Tim was... distraught." She won't say precisely why though. Not hers to tell. Ever.
"And then one of my friends, Svava, had to leave. She's a valkyrie, one of those norse warrior women angel things. Evidently her world is coming to an end, in some big nasty battle she has to take part in."

"Gave her some nitro."

[creator_raven]

"I see."

Raven is grave. "If I can be of help in either of those matters, please let me know. I like Tonks and Bernard quite well, for what I know of them."

"I am sure the nitro will prove most useful."

"Shall we talk of other things?"

He does not mention Tim's distress. That is a personal thing.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Please." As much as Ace is fond of her friends and worried now that they are in trouble, she doesn't have the mental and emotional resources to deal with it all just yet.
"Erm. Good banana bread?" She's having trouble thinking of non-doomy things. It hasn't been this bleak in the bar since Dream went mad.

[creator_raven]

"Is that what it is called?" He looks startled.

"I had no idea."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is in the bar, not far away, looking tired and strained.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks up.

"Are you all right, sir?"

He really can't help himself.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael glances up, surprised.

"Yeah... just got some things to think over."

[creator_raven]

"They do not look like easy things."

"Will you sit? I have cider, and some type of cake."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael hesitates, then sits.

"...yeah. They're not."

[creator_raven]

"They call me Raven, who sets things right."

"I will listen, if you will speak."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Michael Guerin. I was told to talk to you, actually."

[creator_raven]

Raven's interest is raised.

"You were? By who?"