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.
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Are you not human?
[Just. Putting that out there a little frankly, because that would explain a lot.]
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No......................?
[He literally looks like this one cat from this meme.]
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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?
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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......
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[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.
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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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