Understandably, Matt and Foggy talked about their respective Things often. Matt’s Thing was nicknamed his Nighttime Hobby while Foggy’s Thing (after an evening of binge-watching/describing Supernatural) was the Family Business.
Matt had trouble understanding exactly what Foggy could or couldn’t do, probably because Foggy had trouble explaining it. They more or less got that there was a general pool of powers that Foggy could utilize just by virtue of being a demon, but he could only manage complicated enchantments if they were within his domain or arguably close to it, with vague and undefined repercussions to follow.
(Matt pointed out that Foggy was an excellent debater, and therefore his range of ‘arguably close’ was quite possibly a good deal broader than that of many demons.)
From there on out, Foggy could try, but the results were more likely to be… not what he’d intended. His skills would also get better the more he used them—if he intended to. Not, of course, that he did. Because that would be wrong. Even if Batdouche had been hilarious.
Foggy. Foggy. Fog—
“I GOT IT,” Foggy exclaimed excitedly as soon as Matt picked up the phone. “I'm like a Demon-Born or some other homebrewed equivalent, except Lawful Good. I get race and class bonuses to a bunch of spells and natural Prestidigitation and I can try anything, but I still need to gain XP to get good, I’m always going to be slower or worse with spells outside of my specialization, and there are some schools of magic I won’t be able to ever do!”
“... Did you really call me at two A.M. to compare your life to Dungeons & Dragons?” Matt asked.
[Minifill] Snips and snails and puppydog tails continued again
Matt had trouble understanding exactly what Foggy could or couldn’t do, probably because Foggy had trouble explaining it. They more or less got that there was a general pool of powers that Foggy could utilize just by virtue of being a demon, but he could only manage complicated enchantments if they were within his domain or arguably close to it, with vague and undefined repercussions to follow.
(Matt pointed out that Foggy was an excellent debater, and therefore his range of ‘arguably close’ was quite possibly a good deal broader than that of many demons.)
From there on out, Foggy could try, but the results were more likely to be… not what he’d intended. His skills would also get better the more he used them—if he intended to. Not, of course, that he did. Because that would be wrong. Even if Batdouche had been hilarious.
Foggy. Foggy. Fog—
“I GOT IT,” Foggy exclaimed excitedly as soon as Matt picked up the phone. “I'm like a Demon-Born or some other homebrewed equivalent, except Lawful Good. I get race and class bonuses to a bunch of spells and natural Prestidigitation and I can try anything, but I still need to gain XP to get good, I’m always going to be slower or worse with spells outside of my specialization, and there are some schools of magic I won’t be able to ever do!”
“... Did you really call me at two A.M. to compare your life to Dungeons & Dragons?” Matt asked.
“It’s not like you were asleep anyway.”
“Were you spying on me?”
“The technical term is scrying, thank you.”
Matt hung up.