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There is a subdued atmosphere in the bar, a bit like the Nyarlathotep incident. A pity people are so unhappy a day before Green!Jack's midsummer party, and the birthday party for Gil.

Asar-Suti has no idea what happened. There's Doctor Lecter by the fireplace, but it doesn't seem like a good idea to ask him. So the violet god of magic sits in a booth, for a change, the same that was Darkened on Saturday, and draws things in a small notebook. Beside the drawings, he writes what looks like gibberish, but are actually Ihlini thaumaturgical formulae.

He keeps an eye open for people he knows, though. And would be glad to be enlightened about the general doom.

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"I will find out more, and see if there are people who will talk, need to talk, even - it was the same when Nyarlathotep was causing the nightmares," Asar-Suti agrees.

"It just makes me unhappy to be unable to help them."

"You are that sort of person," Atreyu murmurs with a slant of a smile, looking across at Asar-Suti from behind the dark strands of his hair. "You..."

He pauses for a moment, considering the most honest way to phrase what he means. "You have a calming effect." Atreyu feels it well enough, or he would never act so openly. When he chooses, he can close himself off from the world, but speaking to Asar-Suti...he doesn't wish to do so.

"Not to everybody, Atreyu - there are people who go ballistic when they see me, or hear my voice, or even just my name," Asar-Suti says, slowly. "But I do as best I can to help where necessary, in such a crisis."

Asar-Suti tries not to be too smug about himself. "I just try."

"Well. No one can possibly be universally loved." Atreyu chuckles, eyes glinting, smile turning fainly impish for just a moment. "But sometimes intention does matter as much as result." He shrugs one shoulder, glancing down at the table.

"Good intentions with no results are no results nevertheless, but bad intentions with good result mar the success just as much," Asar-Suti shrugs.

"I try; that is all I can say. And I will help if I can, whatever it is that needs my help. It's very difficult to just wait, though."

"Yes," Atreyu sighs, all agreement about that. He can't imagine how it must be for a creature like Asar-Suti, or someone like Charles, a spirit unable to leave this place, with no future resolution promised. At least he has something to wait for.

"Yes," Asar-Suti agrees, mirroring his sigh.

The universe sometimes asks strange things.

"I am sorry," Atreyu says, lips curving just a bit, smile sad. He slips out of the booth and rises to his feet. "I should leave you in peace, just now. Surely you have much to do."

"You are always welcome to talk, Atreyu," Asar-Suti says. "But yes, I will have to do a few things yet before evening - I am a god, but I am also a person, here, with a list of things to be checked every day, so to speak."

He gets up as well, and briefly bows to Atreyu.

"I will be glad to talk to you again soon, and see you tomorrow."

Another little bow, and he walks away.

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