asar_suti: (God)
Asar-Suti ([personal profile] asar_suti) wrote2006-10-21 12:58 am

Loggage post: Talking to Magor about Rabastan

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."

"I was most likely out in the garden," Asar-Suti said, "or training shape-shifts with Strahan and Rabastan. We've taken the poor fellow under our wings a bit; he got bitten and turned into a werewolf giving shelter to Strahan, after all, while the Armageddon Clock was ticking down."

Maglor played his harp and said nothing.

"Least I can do is give him the ability to chose his shape..." the Seker began again.

"Funny you'd mention him," Maglor said. "I meant to talk to you about him. I'm not sure you're really helping, you know."

"He didn't complain to you, did he?" Asar-Suti said, baffled. After all, Rabastan was the reason <i>he</i>'d come to see Maglor in the first place.

"Oh, no - Rabastan wouldn't complain, he's much too modest and shy," Maglor said. "Probably too shy to tell you what he really wants and needs. I don't think it's more magic, actually. Magic caused his problems, didn't it? Throwing more at him won't solve them. I think what he needs is human kindness, compassion, sympathy, or just some of the good things in life. I sang him some songs and fed him raspberry ice cream the other day to make him relax. That'll help him more than getting another animal shape to shift into."

Asar-Suti just stared at Maglor, silently furious. After all, he had come from several worlds away to tell the elf not to laugh at Rabastan. And what did Maglor do? Upbraid him for the way he himself was trying to help the wizard. That was ripe. That was really, really ripe.

"What can I do for you?" Maglor then added, looking at the Seker askance, with a grin. "Or did you just want to say hello?"

"Just see how you are, you know," Asar-Suti said. "I was missing Feaho, and your mother, and NĂ¡mo, and so on. The little one has grown wonderfully - it's such fun to hear him talk. It was only a few months ago, my subjective time, that he was born." He thought that telling Maglor right out he'd come about Rabastan would only make him suspicious.

Maglor laughed at him. "It was much longer for us. And yes, he's a clever little fellow. The other day he was building a castle out of building blocks, and I showed him what crenellations are. He'll be an architect yet."

"He should have Legos," Asar-Suti said. "You know, the little plastic bricks with the knobs that..."

"I know what they are!" Maglor hooted. "I lived on earth, man! I could hardly escape knowing what Legos are."

"Pardon me for breathing," Asar-Suti said, with a startled look at Maglor. "You never know who might know what, or might not with all the people that come to Milliways. And here you sit, all elven and airy and so totally not like somebody who's know what Legos are."

"And that's a reason for you not to turn on your brain?" Maglor laughed. "And yes, do bring him Legos, it's a good idea which proves you've got brains after all."

"Very funny," Asar-Suti said, sensing an opening. "Do me a favour and refrain from laughing at Rabastan, though. If you poke fun at him, he'd probably roll up like a hedgehog and never come out again. Or he'd get damaged from blushing too much."

"I won't," Maglor said, shaking his head. "That goes without saying. I know what Legos are, and I know how to treat a terminally shy and unhappy human who hates himself. Just leave him to me - I'll get the hedgehog to unroll yet. But you ought not to put more pressure on him and make him learn more magic he doesn't want. If you want to help him, give him a job - he's been considering going back to his world for more funds, even though that Dark Lord there is waiting to harm him. I told him to ask you, but he's probably too shy even for that."

Asar-Suti liked what he was hearing, and had to look away and concentrate on the blue sky in order not to grin inexplicably. "I could put him on my tab; it is limitless," he offered.

"As I know Rabastan," Maglor said, shaking his head, "he'd rather work. You gods always think you can fix anything with a few generous gifts to us little creatures. You can't - Rabastan lost his unspoiled humanity, and much of his self-esteem. You can't just hand that back to him with a bit of magic, or money that you don't even feel. You'd make it worse. Ask Gil if you don't know wha you should do; he's much more sensible about such things than you are. Sorry if I'm a bit direct, but I really don't want you to push him more. Or hand him stuff. Or do anything <i>to</i> him the way you gods like to - pick him from there, put him there, hand him this or that boon, poke him to see how he reacts, bargain with him for things he can't possibly expect fom life in a normal course of things. Just let him be; he'll be all right. Humans are so resilient if you just let them. And I'll be there to help, from time to time."

Asar-Suti shook his head, not sure where all that bitterness came from in the elf, and certain that he wasn't the right addressee for that rant. But he had heard what he'd come here for.

"Okay," he just said. "But I am allowed to give Feaho Legos, at least, am I? What kind of sets would he like, do you think?"

"Just bring him a large bin of basic bricks, with a few base plates and roof bricks and perhaps wheels so..."

And from there on, the discussion became technical and deteriorated, eventually, to model railroads.