I'm someone who likes the way you looked at me. You had a hard-on the entire time I told my story. Seeing that expression is worth a few sleepless nights. I want you to look at me like that again, you definitely want my Statements again, we can work something out. Besides, I've survived worse than your dreams.
[ Which granted, are still absolutely horrible dreams that he'd really not like to go through again ]
I can count on one hand the number of times I have had sex here. Literally all of them were because of one wretched effect or another. You are not special. Unless you want to count yourself in the same category as this man. Who's also left me like that because he was stupid enough to give me a Statement when I told him not to.
[He sends along one of the photos he can grab from Vash's profile.]
[ Wait, he can see how Jon will answer this, so Dorian VERY QUICKLY ADDS ]
Which I am not, by the way. And in my defense, you had a tape recorder on the table and didn't lead with 'oh and by the way, this will give you horrific nightmares.' A man can get the wrong impression.
We did. The problem, of course, is that I adore talking about myself. Combined with you getting a hard-on whenever you hear someone talk about themselves...it gave results that I doubt either of us could plan.
It's not about you! You're not even my type. You're too bloody handsome for that.
It's the content of the story. The supernatural horror. It's why I asked you what you were most afraid of. What you gave me with the brand wasn't anything close to satisfying.
For your sake, I hope you do. I'll drop the statement off in a few hours, Archivist. I'll expect a response about which "Dread Power" I lay claim to soon after.
[And it's a few hours later, only after Dorian's made his delivery and Jon's checked there isn't anything missing that a reply comes.]
The Corruption. The fear of rot, decay, putrescence. Of toxic tendencies and whatever passes for love within a blackened heart. Your portrait is a monument to all that grips you with terror, Dorian. The Corruption would feast on you.
[ Dorian is not sure what to think about this. Sure, he's a corrupting influence. He'll happily admit that much. But the idea of 'his portrait being a monument to things that grip him with terror' is...a little annoyingly on-point. Because he is downright terrified of that thing and everything it represents.
Not that he'd admit it, of course. And especially not to Jon. ]
How odd. I thought I would be the Changeless or something like that. Still, Corruption. I suppose I can take it.
No. Stagnation and unchanging things are more the domain of the Lonely or the Buried. Based on how you reacted to Martin, I can imagine you'd make a tidy snack for the Lonely. The Buried? I really don't know you well enough to say, yet. But if you're afraid of being trapped, I expect you'd do well enough for it to feed on.
It's the honest truth! I made an idle wish, that I would never grow old and my portrait would take on any signs of age instead. And then a month or so later, I noticed that it did. It was only until after that when I learned the specifics of what I gave up in order to gain that wish. I didn't make a plan or plot things out or anything like that. The right being was simply listening at the right time.
Yes, well, join the club. There are a few people here who don't have them. So, Satan is real in your world. Or something calling itself Satan. The rest of the general Christian mythos, as well?
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I'm not taking any more verbal Statements from you.
Are you a masochist or something?
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I want you to look at me like that again, you definitely want my Statements again, we can work something out.
Besides, I've survived worse than your dreams.
[ Which granted, are still absolutely horrible dreams that he'd really not like to go through again ]
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It's a spell effect that I'm trying to get fixed.
I don't get off on that sort of thing.
I don't get off on anything.
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It's okay Johnny, you can admit it.
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Literally all of them were because of one wretched effect or another.
You are not special.
Unless you want to count yourself in the same category as this man.
Who's also left me like that because he was stupid enough to give me a Statement when I told him not to.
[He sends along one of the photos he can grab from Vash's profile.]
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[ Wait, he can see how Jon will answer this, so Dorian VERY QUICKLY ADDS ]
Which I am not, by the way.
And in my defense, you had a tape recorder on the table and didn't lead with 'oh and by the way, this will give you horrific nightmares.' A man can get the wrong impression.
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He is a complete idiot.
And you came to listen to a Statement.
I was going to play one for you.
We did discuss that before you came.
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The problem, of course, is that I adore talking about myself. Combined with you getting a hard-on whenever you hear someone talk about themselves...it gave results that I doubt either of us could plan.
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You're not even my type.
You're too bloody handsome for that.
It's the content of the story.
The supernatural horror.
It's why I asked you what you were most afraid of.
What you gave me with the brand wasn't anything close to satisfying.
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Well.
My memories must be a fucking buffet to you.
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Which is why I can't see you in person.
[Dorian is too delicious.]
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[ especially because Dorian is going to go out of his way to seen Jon out because he's a shit who doesn't care about boundaries. ]
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[A blatant lie, but Dorian couldn't know that.]
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I'll drop the statement off in a few hours, Archivist.
I'll expect a response about which "Dread Power" I lay claim to soon after.
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The Corruption.
The fear of rot, decay, putrescence.
Of toxic tendencies and whatever passes for love within a blackened heart.
Your portrait is a monument to all that grips you with terror, Dorian.
The Corruption would feast on you.
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Not that he'd admit it, of course. And especially not to Jon. ]
How odd. I thought I would be the Changeless or something like that.
Still, Corruption. I suppose I can take it.
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No. Stagnation and unchanging things are more the domain of the Lonely or the Buried.
Based on how you reacted to Martin, I can imagine you'd make a tidy snack for the Lonely.
The Buried?
I really don't know you well enough to say, yet.
But if you're afraid of being trapped, I expect you'd do well enough for it to feed on.
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How many of your powers are there?
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But I believe you owe me something for any further information.
Tell me how your portrait was enchanted.
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There are fourteen Dread Powers.
That's clearly all you wanted to know.
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It was only until after that when I learned the specifics of what I gave up in order to gain that wish.
I didn't make a plan or plot things out or anything like that. The right being was simply listening at the right time.
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I don't think you understand, when I said I sold my soul I literally meant I currently have no soul.
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Yes, well, join the club.
There are a few people here who don't have them.
So, Satan is real in your world.
Or something calling itself Satan.
The rest of the general Christian mythos, as well?
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