Ahaha -- something like that! It's all gotten pretty bureaucratic, though.
[Joking tone aside, he does fall quiet and thoughful as Lovecraft struggles to place his words.]
Mm. I wonder if your contracts work a little more like mine, then. Getting something you need, but having to pledge obedience to a task or use of yourself in return. [Sometimes indefinitely, if you're lucky!]
[He nods, carefully leaning his hands against his knees (dont worry plushie you're not gonna go in the pool) and extending one of his arms out. The costume change for the pool area has left him more bare than he'd like, so in addition to all the wounds from the trial and the new ones on his face and neck, all of the seals that line his body are in full display.]
Willingly, at least. [His fingers trace one of the circles against his forearm, labelled ASMODEUS in its outer ring.] You could consider each of these an agreement I made with someone.
"You'll have someone here to tell you how wonderful you are. Forever and ever." I'm pretty sure that was my pitch.
I found him completely by chance at a bar near my hometown. He'd been broken up about some failed exorcism or other that had taken him away from a person he'd charmed. Drank himself deep, until he was red in the face and crying.
He spilled the beans on his identity, and I took my chance to talk to him. That was all it really took.
[Asmo may not have been happy about it at all when he sobered up. But so it went with demons.]
[It's his turn to grow quiet, now. A furrowing at his brow, an awkward enough hesitation to show that, while he has an answer, something about it isn't... clicking.
...
A beat. An exhale.]
I guess you could say I'm doing it to protect the place of humanity in everything else.
Ahah... No, no, I remember that much. [He'd be having WAY harder of a time justifying himself if he didn't know his stance.] Please, Lovecraft, I'm trying to be sincere!
It's just a little... fuzzy. I know I've answered this before. But if I think about it too deeply, I... can't really seem to remember that much.
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Well, anyway! It's not the first time something's left my memory. Maybe that's why it doesn't feel very urgent to me right now.
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[Joking tone aside, he does fall quiet and thoughful as Lovecraft struggles to place his words.]
Mm. I wonder if your contracts work a little more like mine, then. Getting something you need, but having to pledge obedience to a task or use of yourself in return. [Sometimes indefinitely, if you're lucky!]
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That's it. You also...have to work like that?
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Willingly, at least. [His fingers trace one of the circles against his forearm, labelled ASMODEUS in its outer ring.] You could consider each of these an agreement I made with someone.
A pact.
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[Something in Lovecraft's usually dour face turns somewhat pensive as he looks over the winding tattoos, the name emblazoned on his forearm.]
...I assume. Not with humans.
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[His smile is easy as he brings his arm back to his lap, eyes against the water.]
Humans are caught up in enough troubles as it is.
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[His mouth twists to the side.]
What do these creatures get out of this?
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Some only want items. Some want a favor. Sometimes they just want someone there to stroke their ego. It depends.
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And what did this...one want?
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"You'll have someone here to tell you how wonderful you are. Forever and ever." I'm pretty sure that was my pitch.
I found him completely by chance at a bar near my hometown. He'd been broken up about some failed exorcism or other that had taken him away from a person he'd charmed. Drank himself deep, until he was red in the face and crying.
He spilled the beans on his identity, and I took my chance to talk to him. That was all it really took.
[Asmo may not have been happy about it at all when he sobered up. But so it went with demons.]
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[Sounds less like a creature to be summoned, and more like a person who had simply been through a failure.]
[Lovecraft stares, unsure what to think.]
Why did you want him?
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I would say... probably for the same reasons your contracts want you.
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And why do you...search for power?
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...
A beat. An exhale.]
I guess you could say I'm doing it to protect the place of humanity in everything else.
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[Yes, he notices that pause, alright. He sighs.]
You don't remember. Do you.
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It's just a little... fuzzy. I know I've answered this before. But if I think about it too deeply, I... can't really seem to remember that much.
[...]
Well, anyway! It's not the first time something's left my memory. Maybe that's why it doesn't feel very urgent to me right now.
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[Whatever he's missing. Because he feels it, too. Someone has it, somewhere, and he doesn't know who.]
You've...forgotten a lot?
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I'm well aware.
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No, no, pull it together. Lovecraft just asked a question.]
...Ah. Sorry.
Yes, I have. It's only natural. People can only remember so much.
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Does Fandaniel have it?
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[Oh he can't help the laugh that bursts out.]
What a question. Why do you think it's him?
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You're...intense around each other...
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I just don't think he likes me very much.
[teehee]
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[HE SAW THAT BITE MARK IN TRIAL, MAN]
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I told you, I'm trying to be sincere.
[there could be 1993485937485938475 reasons why Fandaniel would bite him!]
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[He's making grabby hands for the plushie. Give it here.]
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