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Asar-Suti laughs out loud, despite his sympathy for poor Naraht. "That synthetic liquid - must be something like silicon life form scumble. But there msut have been lots of pollution in all those substances. Finding out what harmed him must be very hard. What did people in New York think Naraht was? I don't think Hortas are very common there, are they?"

Ray smiles a little. "They didn't actually see him, for the most part. Of the ones who did only two even remember. We had Agent K along, from the Men in Black- do you know him?"

"No - who is he? Very non-memorable, or very distracting?" That sounded like quite the weird adventure to Asar-Suti.

"The latter. He looks a little bit like he could be a relative of mine or something, but he's older than me, and he carries a device called a neuralyzer that he can use to make people forget the past few minutes' events. He used that on people who were freaking out because they saw the Horta."

"Ouch," Asar-Suti says. "I wouldn't want my memory modified. But then, it probably wouldn't waork on me. What were you in New York for, though, in that unusual combination?"

"Poltergeist activity threatening people in all five boroughs and the city of Bayonne, New Jersey," Ray says. "K wanted to wield a proton pack. So did Naraht, although we didn't have one he could use so we figured he could control the traps instead. He turned out really useful, though. IN the end the danger lay beneath the streets and we had to dig through to it really, really fast."

"Sounds like a very exciting excursion," Asar-Suti grins.

"I should go on one and wield purple magic - oomph!"

"Next time," Ray promises, "you can come with us if you want to."

Asar-Suti grins brightly.

"Yep - sounds like loads of fun. Digging through concrete and hunting ghosts."

"As long as you avoided the orange ducksauce from hell that was erupting out of the sewers and melting through glass like it was plastic, yeah. Nerve-wracking, but entertaining after the fact."

"Well, I might not get orange ducksauce," Asar-Suti points out.

"Well, it wasn't really ducksauce," Ray points out. "It was industrial lubricant for a giant rotating pillar that apparently holds up the island of Manhattan. With any luck, your crisis won't involve a repeat of that."

"You have islands on artificial pillars, on your world?" Asar-Suti asks, curious.

"Not on purpose," Ray says. "It just... seems to have worked out that way on mine. We had no idea."

"Your world sounds weird," ASar-Suti says, in the tones of deep approval.

"Given that it was attacked by a destructive Sumerian god who wound up taking the form of a hundred-foot marshmallow man... yeah. Yeah, it is." Ray smiles. "But it's home."

Asar-Suti looks embarrassed.

"Some of us gods can be quite weird," he admits. Marshmellow man! A hundred foot! What a totally odd idea.

"Well, in all fairness to Gozer, it wasn't entirely his idea," Ray says. "Gozer apparently had a policy of taking his physical form based on whatever first came into the mind of the people nearest to where he was manifesting, so that he could destroy them in a really ironic fashion. It, um... it was sort of my mind he got the idea from."

"That was very clever of you," Asar-Suti lauds him. "I mean, you could have been thinking of a giant spider."

Ray smiles wryly. "I tried to think of something that could never, ever hurt us, and Mr. Stay-Puft was always this beloved figure from my childhood. I never expected to see him stomping the crap out of midtown Manhattan, which is what he did until he got to us... but I'm glad somebody approves. Thank you, Sooty."

"Do the unexpected! That's better than being very strong, or having whopping great guns," Asar-Suti says.

His Ihlini had always known how to do the unexpected.

Ray smiles. "It's amazing how often that works," he agrees. "Even if it sometimes bites us in the ass when one of the ghosts does the unexpected first."

"Well, that can always happen," Asar-Suti grins. "I'd bite any ghost right back, of course."

"Well, yeah, but that's you," Ray points out. "I don't think they'd even notice if I bit them. Usually we scream a lot and then throw together a half-assed plan when that happens."

[And now it's time to head home from work. Slowtime?]

"I thought you had that big bad machine with the amazing light effects to turn onto them?" Asar-Suti asks, still grinning.

[[OOC: Yep - see you!]]