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He shook his head. "How specific. Feisty."


"What is the most you have felt scared?"

Rogas, upon materializing into the nebulous void, stumbled forward, and hunched as he caught himself. His eyes darted around, and locked onto target-- the man who spoke. The tall, alien-like being stared in silent bemusement, before fluttering his lush eyelashes.

"Right now, I'd say I'm fairly scared," He answered, "I need a smoke," Rogas shoved his hand into the black silken sleeve that draped from his wrist, and pulled out a small velvet bag. While he spoke, he fished all manner of paraphernalia out of the bag, and looked for a place to sit down,"Of course, few things are more frightening than seeing a planet collide into another one. I mean, wow, spectacular, but most things don't faze me anymore," He set his jaw, then went about trying to sit down. The void, nebulous as it was, seemed not to have a floor, but he managed to float cross legged, and balanced his pipe on his knee while he filled it.

"What's the first thing you'd do if a planet you used to live on imploded right in front of you?" He tilted his head toward the other person nearby.

“Well, I only lived on Earth so if it imploded, it wouldn’t be in front of me as i’d be amongst the implosion.”

Jer put his joint out and leaned forward and looked around, asking,

“What sort of games do you like to play?”

“Any kinda game that gets me laid.” Umbra laughs. “Just kidding, just kidding! I like violent ones, actually. Nice stress relieving thing.”

Realizing he’d made an idiot of himself, he’d tried to regain his composure. “Uh, so, what do you think of my taste?”

"I-I think your taste is uh, is uh, f-fascinating! K-kinda reminds of, of M-M-Miss Lexi actually..." Creatia mused.

"Um, l-let's go with s-something a little, a little d-darker... I-If you had a, had a choice, w-what would, what would be y-your, your final m-meal before you d-d-die?"

He locked his eyes onto the speaker, and arched a groomed brow at her,"Whoever or whatever is trying to dispose of me." Rogas answered with a gentle tone. Slightly, his head tipped forward, casting a shadow over his glinting eyes,"In this hypothetical situation, I might as well try whatever I can before they win," A feather-light chuckle floated out of him. He brought the pipe to his lips, then flicked a flint and steel over it.

When the smoke was expelled, he settled with less tension into his spot. His eyes flicked around, and he leaned forward,"Let's run with that theme; what's one thing you wouldn't do, even if it meant the difference between surviving or not?"

The simultaneously serene, and imperious form of the fae-like being sat upon a large boulder as her sky-blue eyes practically bored holes in the...man...that stood before her. However, there was no hesitation in her tone as she arrived at her simple, straightforward answer. "Kill my sister." She let her gaze linger on him for a long moment, before turning to the next being.

A long, elegant finger that looked like it had never seen a day's work, pointed to them. "What do you believe your ideal government would look like?"

"Ideal government..." The lycanthrobe echoed, giving the tiny creature a thoughtful gaze while rustling the hair on the back of his head. His pale yellow eyes darted to the ground, to the side, and then to the ground again. "I dunno. One where they're not fighting all the time? Politics suck." He shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows. "Ah, that's a hard question!"

Frustrated from his poorly constructed answer, he quickly turned his head to the next respondent. "I'm gonna ask an easier one. What's your favorite food?"

"Right now, these tacos!" Jess picks one up and takes a bite of it. In a muffled voice, "What's your favorite drink?" Jess picks up her margarita and sips it...

"Anything by the two men in my life jack Daniels or Jim beam". Looking down at her glass "bartender another round". As she sits in a dive bar she asks "what's your favorite movie quote?".

"I think god is a sadist, and he doesn't even know it."
- Rolf Steiner on the book 'The Willing Flesh' and the movie 'Cross of Iron'

What is your favourite blues song?

"Me and the devil blues" reflecting on her life. She quietly asks "what do you want engraved on your gravestone?". As she takes a shot of whiskey.

"It wont matter to me what is engraved on my headstone since I'll be dead. I'll be happy that someone would take the time to make a headstone for me after I'm dead and laid to rest." He shook his head and thought of his wife Mariel...

"Who will remember you when you die?"

"Stephen Harrison the stud muffin of oakwood high school". She holds her beloved daughter close to her and asks a stranger "have you ever been abducted by aliens in a ufo?".

"Erm...No..."

"What is death, to you...?"

"A journey to the next world" she looks around and asks a stranger. "Do you believe in life after death?".

"Death is merely the end of the current cycle of life and rebirth. It is also a useful threat to hold over those of weak will. Naturally there is, certainly, a life after death for most before that cycle begins anew." Solvfrid gave a blank, unblinking stare at the previous person, before moving it to the next person.

"Do you believe there are other planes of existence aside from this one?"

"Yes my father and I have found that out on our many sails" she drinks a bottle of rum and asks a stranger. "What's your morning routine?". As she reaches for another bottle of rum.

“Depends on what wakes me up and whether I’m in the field or at home. I guess the constant is a cup of tea.”

Stuart sharpens his sword and asks without looking up from the whetstone “What is paradise to you?”

"Obviously my training grounds, where I was trained when I was chosen to defend my world."

He twirled his pistol in his hand. "What weapon do you like to use the least?"