Ahaha -- wait up, hold on, I'm coming. [It's cheerful as he's once again pulled along, letting Lovecraft pick whatever table of his choosing before settling their little handful of prizes down.]
The power for what, exactly? Is it a skill you have, or something else?
[He chuckles. The bud at his ear flutters to life.]
Nothing as flashy as that, maybe. But normally? Yes. I'm a sorcerer.
[He remaneuvers the fork on his plate with a mouthful of cake, holding it out to Lovecraft. To take, to eat right off the fork - really, he's just curious to see what Lovecraft's priorities might be.]
[Again, something new - he glances between the fork and Solomon, as if a little unsure...but takes the final distance to take that bite with his mouth.]
Mmph. [And a swallow.] A sorceror implies...multiple...abilities.
[The question gets him thoughtful.]
No. They are useful, but...people look scared when I use them. I don't understand...why.
Finding like-minded people. Finding a place that you can rely on for safety, even if it's just with each other. Watching in what ways and places we show our gifts.
But, most important... believing in yourself, and what you're capable of, even if others will never do the same. Feelings are our strongest power. We cannot control how people react to us. But just because we may scare the world does not mean we need to think of ourselves as frightening.
It's not where I wanted it to be. It's had other places come and go with it, as I get older. And sometimes, I still wish it could be better. I have a lot of responsibility weighing on keeping it a safe place.
But at least I can still be exactly who I need to be that way.
[He gently lifts the fork back up. There is more cake on it.
His name is Belphegor. Lover of pillows and naps, who tends to fall asleep wherever he pleases. He says things exactly as he sees them, and knows how to make others do his work for him by looking cute.
[Bitter, dangerous, tried to kill his apprentice a few different times. You know, normal stuff. But that isn't relevant for Lovecraft to know.]
Mm? Well, I could see you being very good at it, if you tried. You're very endearing, in a strange way.
[Time to grab a forkful off a different one of these cakes for the baby bird that is Lovecraft.]
Ah, in Belphegor's case, it just means he's a representation - in this case, of the sin of Sloth. His behaviors tend to embody what he represents, because of that connection.
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[The select few. Blessed! And also cursed, perhaps.]
Okay. [He's perking up.....sweet time!] Let's go.
[And a tug tug tug towards the tables.]
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The power for what, exactly? Is it a skill you have, or something else?
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[He's swallowing one right away, before peering over thoughtfully.]
To do all sorts...of things. Everyone has their own. Ability. Could be anything. Transformation. Elemental...control. And the like.
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Ah, something of the supernatural, then.
Do you remember what yours was?
[He'll get busy cutting this piece of cake in half, don't mind him.]
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[And now he looks a little nervous, like he's wandering into territory he knows he shouldn't talk about.]
It's a...transformation power.
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As in, you can turn into something else? Or you can turn others into something else?
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[A little flustered.]
Do you...have abilities, Solomon?
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Nothing as flashy as that, maybe. But normally? Yes. I'm a sorcerer.
[He remaneuvers the fork on his plate with a mouthful of cake, holding it out to Lovecraft. To take, to eat right off the fork - really, he's just curious to see what Lovecraft's priorities might be.]
Are you embarrassed about your powers?
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Mmph. [And a swallow.] A sorceror implies...multiple...abilities.
[The question gets him thoughtful.]
No. They are useful, but...people look scared when I use them. I don't understand...why.
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People fear what they can't understand. And abilities, magics, anything like that... they can be very, very hard to understand.
[Fork meets ceramic, a subtle noise as more pastry is gathered.]
Would you like more of what I just gave you?
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[He would ask for more, but he has to ask something first. Something in what he's saying...]
Do people fear you...too?
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Sometimes, sure. Though I'd like to hope I've grown out of it a little.
Or perhaps, we just learn to adapt when the world won't adapt to us.
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[It feels like he never will.]
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But, most important... believing in yourself, and what you're capable of, even if others will never do the same. Feelings are our strongest power. We cannot control how people react to us. But just because we may scare the world does not mean we need to think of ourselves as frightening.
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Have you found a place of safety, Solomon?
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It's not where I wanted it to be. It's had other places come and go with it, as I get older. And sometimes, I still wish it could be better. I have a lot of responsibility weighing on keeping it a safe place.
But at least I can still be exactly who I need to be that way.
[He gently lifts the fork back up. There is more cake on it.
Wiggle wiggle wiggle you know you want some]
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[Good for you.]
[He has a place of safety himself. That is home. He wants to be home.]
[The fork wiggles.]
Give it here again.
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I'm sorry if it wasn't an answer you wanted to hear.
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[And yes thank you he WILL get his piece of cake to swallow.]
Mmph. It...takes work.
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[Holding hands and feeding a squid man cake, what a way to spend an afternoon.]
Talking like that, though... you really do remind me of someone from home.
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[He tilts his head curiously.]
Who?
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[Bitter, dangerous, tried to kill his apprentice a few different times. You know, normal stuff. But that isn't relevant for Lovecraft to know.]
He's the appointed Avatar of Sloth.
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[As if HE could be cute even, come on.]
What's an Avatar?
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[Time to grab a forkful off a different one of these cakes for the baby bird that is Lovecraft.]
Ah, in Belphegor's case, it just means he's a representation - in this case, of the sin of Sloth. His behaviors tend to embody what he represents, because of that connection.
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[SOUNDS FAKE!!!]
[Also nice, another forkful...he looks expectant, though still curious to learn more of this Sloth lore.]
A representation. Literal, or...metaphorical?
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