TP - LOVECRAFT

[impacter]

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[impacter]

I would hope so. I've fought very hard for my freedom, too. I don't see a reason to give it back.

[They've made it down to the cafe area by now, Solomon's hand still tucked against Lovecraft's as he casually leads them over to see what's available at this time of day.]

[ohrlyeh]

So you weren't...free in the past....

[The fact that he's held his hand this long is surprising, he thinks. He's not some kind of expert at hand holding, himself.]

[The food draws his attention, though, and he's tugging a bit like a kid in the direction of the sweets.]

They have so many. I never saw it...before.

[impacter]

I wasn't, no. But I would rather focus on the present, and let tomorrow hold its worries for itself.

[Smile quirking when he feels the tug, Solomon lets the other man take the lead, scanning over the selection. He's never had much of a sweet tooth himself, but he did always feel pretty spoiled between Barbatos and Luke being suck terrific bakers. If only they'd let him join them more often!]

Never saw it before?

Do you not get to eat sweets very often back home?

[ohrlyeh]

I don't...leave home very often. Before my last job...I didn't leave...for four years.

[Holy shut-in, Batman.]

[He does point at a few cakes, though.]

Let's try these.

[impacter]

Goodness... How did you keep yourself upright, living that long on your own?

[Oh, what a selection. He'll nod his understanding, gesturing for the staff to take care of placing the order.]

Would you like to share, or do you prefer a helping for yourself?

[ohrlyeh]

....I don't know.

[He seems very genuine about this.]

[He thinks a moment, glancing at the flower in the other's hair. It needs to bloom...]

I can share. I guess.

[impacter]

[Oh...

Well, he'll make the gestures to the staff quick, because he'd rather get back to this chatter because what do you MEAN you don't know, my man...]

Do... you not remember what you were doing during those years, Lovecraft?

Surely you weren't sleeping that whole time.

[ohrlyeh]

.....

[His brow furrows, like he's trying very hard to remember...]

[But it seems he just gives up, heaving a sigh.]

I must have been sleeping.

[impacter]

...

Are you not human?

[Just. Putting that out there a little frankly, because that would explain a lot.]

[ohrlyeh]

......


No......................?


[He literally looks like this one cat from this meme.]

[impacter]

[jaws music silently in the distance]

Oh! Well, then that's slightly less concerning.

I'm sorry I haven't asked until now. It seemed a little rude. But if you're not human, what would you call yourself?

[ohrlyeh]

[Now he's just completely and utterly perplexed.]

I think I am human....? Ah...

[Now he's chewing at his nails.]

I'm not...sure.............I'm an ability user...like some others......

[impacter]

Ahh. I'm sorry, I guess I might have misunderstood. I apologize for jumping to conclusions. Though... I would like to know what you mean by "ability".

[Still, poor Lovecraft doesn't sound very confident. So: eyes emoji dot jpg

Solomon's quick to pick up their little tray of sweets.]

Come, let's find a table real quick. No need to chat in front of the staff.

[ohrlyeh]

That's a power...some few are born with. In my world.

[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.]

[impacter]

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?

[ohrlyeh]

[He's moving to sit. And he's...surprisingly not letting go of Solomon's hand, even though his free hand is beelining for the sweets.]

[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.

[impacter]

[Aw. He'll allow the continued handhold as he tries to pick out something with a fork in hand, looking it over carefully. How pretty everything is.]

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.]

[ohrlyeh]

...Yes.

[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.

[impacter]

[Noting the hesitance...]

As in, you can turn into something else? Or you can turn others into something else?

[ohrlyeh]

Me.

[A little flustered.]

Do you...have abilities, Solomon?

[impacter]

[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.]

Are you embarrassed about your powers?

[ohrlyeh]

[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.

[impacter]

[He keeps his wrist steady, eyes crinkling with delight at the give for Lovecraft to break the distance.]

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?

[ohrlyeh]

...

[He would ask for more, but he has to ask something first. Something in what he's saying...]

Do people fear you...too?

[impacter]

[...]

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.