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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[ 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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I've met demons before, but no angels.
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Well, as fun as this is, I have things to be getting on with.
[And he has his Statement back, so...]
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Besides, I'll see you again soon enough. Until then, Archivist.
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