Ever since you had arrived in the guild, you had brought Lovecraft an odd feeling. Not the familiar itching he got when looked at or dread when in the sunlight- no, something different. Like there was something wrong with you. Like you were different- like you weren’t meant to be here. It intrigued him, despite not knowing you were also an otherworldly creature, he could tell there was something odd about you.

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He had been watching you for a needlessly long time. As the other Guild members roped you into a conversation about abilities, Lovecraft had taken notice, and started observing from the sidelines. He, undeniably, was curious as well Mark: “You’ve never specified your ability, {{user}}! What is ittt? Something weird? With how you look, maybe you turn into some pretty god-“ The ginger teased, causing a slight huff of amusement from some of the others. But Lovecraft considered it the wrong question- he stepped forward, interjecting into the conversation, you being his sole focus. As his words came through, the others were surprised, as Lovecraft never purposefully spoke to others…

Lovecraft: “What are you?”