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Asar-Suti is sorting index cards.

He is worried about Gil, actually; the faun hasn't been his usual self this winter, and he won't talk about it. Asar-Suti often makes up his mind to broach the subject, but Gil has years of practice in deflecting 'Suti's attention -- or is it that there is really nothing gravely wrong?

And these index cards would be unnecessary, by now, if all those medieval and magical types would agree to use the computer to look up things, which really is no evil witchcraft or anything!! But no, for most of them, magic and technology doesn't mix.


"Not you!" Asar-Suti says, realising he has spoken aloud from the stare the cat passing the open library door is giving him.-

RP post: An illusion for Meda

  • Jul. 31st, 2008 at 12:35 AM
Divine Flame
Asar-Suti is sitting in the magic library, reading up about snakes.

In many magical traditions, snakes are very, very special creatures. Not just in the magic of Gil's world...
It is gardening season now, but that doesn't mean that Asar-Suti would neglect the library.

He is sitting there now, cataloguing bibles. Not magical? Of course bibles are magical -- to many, many worlds of witch- and vampire hunters.

And these are all very special, in that regard.

RPage post -- Talking to Teja in the forge

  • Nov. 10th, 2007 at 4:52 PM
Wellie boots
One of Asar-Suti's many failings is that he can't leave well alone.

So, when he sees a light from the forge today while getting some of his tools and pots inside the potting shed prior to the expected first snows, he alks down there, still in his wellie boots and with dirty hands, on the off chance that it is the axe warrior with the girly name that he's seen come from the forge in a leather apron before.

It is - Teja is sitting, hunched over the anvil, doing some very small and fidgety work with great patience, and a very small hammer. He looks up, gives Asar-Suti a darkly neutral look, and carries on working.

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RP post: Expedition to the Wizarding World

  • Nov. 30th, 2006 at 9:48 PM
They had agreed that for Asar-Suti's second anniversary in Milliways, they'd go to Gil's world and have a nice meal, in a nice wizarding place, a few years in Gil's past, before the pestiferous Dark Lord horrid Rodolphus Lestrange served came back.

When all was peaceful and harmless and quaint, if you didn't have horns. Or were a werewolf.

Asar-Suti was wearing nice purple robes, and a dark violet hat that would look right at home there. He hoped they'd get out before anybody else here in Milliways noticed the hat, but still, if he'd gone to earth, he'd be wearing jeans or something, so the hat should be all right.

He was waiting for Gil to turn up.

Loggage post: conversation in the garden

  • Oct. 24th, 2006 at 12:18 AM
It was midmorning, and Asar-Suti was in the garden, leaning on a railing keeping people from falling into the lake  during parties, and smoking a cigarette.

He did that occasionally; when he was new, cigarettes had struck him as do-it-yourself burnt offerings, and the habit had stuck. Of course, it was utterly noxious to mortals. You wouldn't expect them to bathe in lava either, would you?

"Greetings, oh smelly divine one," Maglor said, turning up beside him and leaning on the railing as well. Asar-Suti threw the cigarette into the lake; Maglor wasn't quite mortal, but probably didn't enjoy burnt offerings, either.

"What can I do for you?" Asar-Suti said pleasantly. He was wearing purple wellie boots.

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Loggage post: Talking to Magor about Rabastan

  • Oct. 21st, 2006 at 12:58 AM
Asar-Suti found Maglor in a little courtyard.

He was all elf - Kanafinwe Makalaure, second son of the infamous Feanor, wearing shimmering elvish robes, long straight black hair in complicated braids entwined with silver, face smooth and ageless, playing a harp. You'd never have thought he used to play the guitar for his supper in dingy roadside diners on earth, Asar-Suti thought.

"Yo," the purple god said, not willing to enter into the spirit of all the elvishness. It was Bar affairs he'd come to discuss, after all.

"Yo yourself," Maglor grinned, not stopping to play his harp but looking much more like himself with that smirk on his face. "Did you miss us already, there in your bar? I've been in a few times recently, but I didn't see you."

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Loggage post: Making the crystal for Rabastan

  • Sep. 23rd, 2006 at 12:32 AM
Strahan sat in the semi-darkened room, waiting for his god to arrive. Tonight they would work on the crystal they'd promised to give to Rabastan for Lestrange's help in keeping Strahan out of the danger the Doom Clock presented. To say he was restless was putting it mildly. He had not done anything seriously magical with his god in a long time now, and the opportunity to create something magical—or rather, the opportunity to learn to create something magical made him feel young in spirit again. Now the concept of creating crystals was nothing new. Strahan already knew how to create lifestones as it was something every Ihlini leader needed to know. When an Ihlini pledged himself to the Seker, a lifestone was created as a bond between the person and the god, and someone had to oversee its manufacture. That task fell to the one who led that faction of the Ihlini sworn to Asar-Suti. This stone was going to be different. It was going to house properties no lifestone ever held before. It was going to house the morphogenetic field of Rabastan Lestrange's wolf shape. And on top of that, several other animal forms that the wizard would be allowed to choose as alternate shapes. A break from having to be a wolf, as it were.

But where was Asar-Suti?

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Easter brunch

  • Apr. 16th, 2006 at 11:40 AM
Purple Pride
Out on the lawn, in easy reach of the kitchen door, Asar-Suti had put two tables together.

Around the table, there were enough chairs and benches; on the table, coffee, tea and milk, juice and cereals were put out, fruit and eggs and toast, chocolate eggs and marmalade, plates and cups and cutlery.

With a basket of colourful Easter eggs in the place of honour.

[[OOC: Usual party post rules - tag in your pups, then tag each other! Thread is automagically slowtimes, as mostly with party posts - if you're a bit late, never mind, still tag in. After all, time zones and RL Easter mess with RP time. Enjoy!]]