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Tercivo: He landed on a rock pillar, interested in the commotion. "Well, what a good question! That would definitely be becoming the deciding vote to kick the nameless shadow out of the Immortuplets." he shuffled side to side a little, refusing to say his actual name. "He sent death threats, so I got him kicked out. He's still hunting me as we speak."



He shot a bolt of lightning into the sky. "It seems my time here is up. Before I go, Do you visit people you love enough?"

“There is only one I care to see often; or, at least, as often as time would allow. If I had my way, we would be together, always—she would know what it is to be loved, at every waking moment of every day. I could give her a life the likes she has never known. Her job and her thickheaded brothers get in the way of that dream, and that is frustrating. I hope they get eaten by sandworms.

Some day, I will have my way, and my cerulean star will never leave my arms again.

What type of legacy do you want to leave behind?”

Sakura: "Sheesh, dramatic. Anyway, I just want to be remembered respectfully." She chose her words carefully and sparsely, not wanting to sound self-important.



Sakura looked up at the next person, her small posture making it hard for her to get attention. "Hey! If you needed to get 100 people out of a building or they would die, but couldn't tell them why or physically move them, what would you do?" she said, before sitting down, thinking about how stupid everything she just said was.

"Explaining that there is an emergency and asking everyone to evacuate would only incite panic as people rush for the exits, causing injury. People rarely listen to reason when they think there is a crisis situation." The doctor pursed their lips and hummed disapprovingly. "I would explain quite simply that it is merely a fire-drill, and that everyone is to leave in an orderly manner. Special commendations will be given only if all members make it to the agreed-upon meeting point within the given timeframe, and that it is in their best interest to take stock of their surroundings on the way out and assure there are no stragglers. Those that fail to make it to the check-point will be written up for not taking safety precautions seriously.

"Do you have a craving, a food, activity, tick, or uncomfortable urge, you know you mustn't indulge in, but do so anyhow?"

"My boss his cars money everything". She smiles evily adjusting her French maid outfit. She looks a total stranger in the eye and asks. "Is there really no rest for the wicked?".

Not really. If the wicked rest, someone will kill them.

Is a Harley Shovelhead better than a Harley Panhead?
(Maybe that is too biker-specific)

"Anything Harley Davidson is cool. I'm no biker chick". As the captain boarded her ship to set sail. She looked at the crowd on the dock and pointed one out. "You yeh you would you rather walk the plank or hang from the yardarm? There is no third choice. Where's my bottle of rum?".

“No yjird choice? No keelhaul?

Do you prefer sword, axe, or spear?”

"Axe. I always hit the target." Carmen chewed on the end of a toothpick.

"How'd you get you first scar?"

“I sliced my knuckle opening a bottle of liquid gasket. Needed to tack the head gasket to my 1948 Harley Panhead on and I went to twist off the cap and the bottle broke, slashing my knuckle to the bone.

Have you ever been in a life or death fight?”

Jax chuckles heartily and shakes his head, swinging it back to give Jeremiah his attention.

“...your battle with the bottle was well fought. Your enemies will surely think you lack fear when you let your fist next fly, that scar leaving a lot to their imagination on how you’ve obtained it.”

He ponders quietly.

“More times than I can count on my fingers and toes. I’ve danced with Death too many times and know Her every move like a song; we are well acquainted, and I know Her face like a lover, and Her merciless hands that grip like ice.

What is one fear that you know is holding you back?”

“Nothing. And you can take the piss out of my first scar all you want ******”

Jer gives Harlo a middle finger and turns and says, “What of your first love? Do they live? And why do you think fondly of them?”

Firenwoerc paused to think about the question for a moment before frowning, "I wouldn't exactly call it living. She was a princess, and she accepted me when no one else did. The girl had a gentle heart...." his fingers tapped absentmindedly on his arm before he looked over, "Do you have a mental illness of any kind? If you do, how does it affect you, and does it affect how others see you?"

"Mental illness? Well... Yeah. Don't usually want to admit it but a few things have left me traumatized. Sometimes they pop up when in least expect, and I can't breathe or think. It's the reason I prefer working alone. The reason I don't have many friends."

Elena tapped her steering wheel.

"First car?"

A smirk twitched at her lips before a chuckle left her mouth. “Never had a car. Don’t drive.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

"In love? With my boss clients money sports cars. Love complicates things." Thinking for a long time she comes up with a brilliant question. "Is there any hope for absolution after living a crimeful sinful life?". As she contemplates her own mortality.

Casaluti: She appeared in a flash of light, her scales shining with radiance. "No. Evil WILL be purged, no matter how hard you beg for redemption. I will find you." She shook her head, thinking.


"Death or Dishonour?"

"Death from the last bullet from the last battle from the last war. Bury me in one of my sexiest bikinis". Remembering her former career she asks "are you happy with your career choice?"

Alledor: He put his feet up on the table. "The closest thing I have to a job is protecting the memory of my clan. I am more than happy doing that until the day I die. My bloodline will end with me. Well, unless I have kids, but I don't know if I'll find someone.." He shook his head, realizing he was rambling.



"Are you interested romantically in anyone?"

"Romance is not something dragons do- in the sense that we're usually physically unable to feel that type of love, not in the sense it's tradition not to -so I'm afraid not."

"If your closest kin were in danger, and the only way to save them would be to lay down your own life, would you do so?"