[ Sebastian is quite pleased that the first thing that Matt does is inspect his work, since naturally, it's a point of pride. It's not completely perfect, since looking long enough would show the slightest variations in the delicate pattern on it, but it would be a game of comparison to spot them. Sebastian's attention is sharp, and far sharper than may even be possible for a human, but it's not completely perfect, especially when it came to something like art. ]
Thank you very much. [ Even with his display, Sebastian looks quite interested as the third teacup appears, and he investigates it as well. He laughs a bit to notice how it doesn't quite touch the plate, and reaches out to wave his fingers through it. ]
This is no small trifle either, though. At a glance, certainly it would fool most.
[ Since, well. He knows how much people actually pay attention to things, and the answer is not very much... ]
Ah, and as for books—
[ The written word is something that sticks in his mind much more clearly. There were many tales of demons granting knowledge, and for good reason. They were indeed knowledgeable! But at least in Sebastian's case, it wasn't so much a case of truly infinite knowledge so much as seeming to have it. There were plenty of demons that weren't interested in humanity and its works, but Sebastian was a nerddeeply charmed by them. As he pulls his hand away from the illusion of the teacup, that same strange darkness pools in his hand, but only for an instant. It's hard to follow with how quickly it solidifies, but it settles as a small, leather-bound book, which Sebastian offers to Matt as well.
As he opens it, the style of the text stands out immediately. It's clear right away from the irregular, imperfect nature of the lettering that this was a book that was one written by a scribe. That, as well as being in Middle English will make it a bit of a challenge to actually read, but if Matt spends the time on the title page, he'll be able to pick out the title and its author: Of the Wreched Engendrynge of Mankynde by Geoffrey Chaucer. If the title is unfamiliar to him, it would be no surprise to Sebastian. He's doing a little bit of showing off (since he so rarely gets the chance with things of this nature), so this particular work is one that had been lost long ago. ]
It is an advantage of my kind, I suppose, as we do not forget things. Once I have read a book, I shall never forget it, so reproducing its text is simple enough. You may find variations in the lettering or the artwork, since those I do not remember quite as clearly as the words themselves... But I would also say that is an advantage of your kind. Mine simply does not possess the creativity necessary for art.
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Thank you very much. [ Even with his display, Sebastian looks quite interested as the third teacup appears, and he investigates it as well. He laughs a bit to notice how it doesn't quite touch the plate, and reaches out to wave his fingers through it. ]
This is no small trifle either, though. At a glance, certainly it would fool most.
[ Since, well. He knows how much people actually pay attention to things, and the answer is not very much... ]
Ah, and as for books—
[ The written word is something that sticks in his mind much more clearly. There were many tales of demons granting knowledge, and for good reason. They were indeed knowledgeable! But at least in Sebastian's case, it wasn't so much a case of truly infinite knowledge so much as seeming to have it. There were plenty of demons that weren't interested in humanity and its works, but Sebastian was
a nerddeeply charmed by them. As he pulls his hand away from the illusion of the teacup, that same strange darkness pools in his hand, but only for an instant. It's hard to follow with how quickly it solidifies, but it settles as a small, leather-bound book, which Sebastian offers to Matt as well.As he opens it, the style of the text stands out immediately. It's clear right away from the irregular, imperfect nature of the lettering that this was a book that was one written by a scribe. That, as well as being in Middle English will make it a bit of a challenge to actually read, but if Matt spends the time on the title page, he'll be able to pick out the title and its author: Of the Wreched Engendrynge of Mankynde by Geoffrey Chaucer. If the title is unfamiliar to him, it would be no surprise to Sebastian. He's doing a little bit of showing off (since he so rarely gets the chance with things of this nature), so this particular work is one that had been lost long ago. ]
It is an advantage of my kind, I suppose, as we do not forget things. Once I have read a book, I shall never forget it, so reproducing its text is simple enough. You may find variations in the lettering or the artwork, since those I do not remember quite as clearly as the words themselves... But I would also say that is an advantage of your kind. Mine simply does not possess the creativity necessary for art.