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"Any weapon. Because if I have to use any, it means someone failed at their job." Samson peers thoughtfully at the...unusual armsman before rubbing his chan and turning to the next individual.

"What is hearth and home, to you?"

The native woman tilted her head silently before adjusting her wolf mantle.

“I always preferred the Great Smoky Mountains in South Eastern Tennessee before my people & I were removed and forced to tread the trail of tears. Waking up in the early morning to the cold breeze and the soot from the fires of our late night feasts. Those were the times of tranquility, as the men of the An-I-Wa-Ya would build our homes from scratch. Now I have myself a daughter and an old Ranch that’s pretty defended and well kept by grazing animals. Keeping the government away is the farthest thing from easy.

Since I have to keep my animals safe as well as my daughter. That is my permanent Hearth and Home. What once was, will never be again. I’ve accepted that now, and as time goes on. I’ll pass on the knowledge to my daughter. All of my survival skills, Ranch life and if need be.. My other life. Which by the spirits, i’m Hoping not. I’ve brought enough death as is.

What kind of life is ideal for you? A life of Wealth, spirituality and struggle or Freedom?”

White gentleman smiled wistfully, looking at the red sky as if trying to recall ancient memories.
"At first I thought I would be fine with wealth and luxurious life style... since I lacked that in my life and maybe my Par-, nah nevermind, Once I started adventure with my friend, I started noticing that there's more in life than simple riches and while they're nice, they're nowhere near as valuable as adventures I have been with my friends.

I even met my wife during one adventure but it's a long story for other time... Now returning to the question, My favorite kind of life is the one, where there's place for enough wealth, values, experiences, struggles too and of course freedom is also valuable."

Do you like the way you live right now?

The dragoness laughed, the sound hollow and eyes dull. "What kind of question is that for an introduction? Of course I don't." Her lips pursed and she leaned back, staring off into the distance- into nothing. "But I did once."

Her eyes rolled over to her companions once more. "What was your best dream?"

"..."
Lon'qu stays silent for a moment, before sighing. "My best dream was for a decent purpose. Now I have it."

"What're you most of afraid of?"

“Losing more people to the hands of death, or any other permanent fate.” She says softly.

She closes her eyes and regains her bad girl persona. “Whaddya think of your government?”

"Well, if I'm being real honest with ya here.. things could be better," Randle admitted, lowering his ashen gray brow till it formed a nice and serious wall above his eyes. "Can't say a lotta folks are actually thrilled to have Eolrus VI in the big chair, but as long as ya can't buy yourself a third house you ain't got much to say about that anyway." At the end of the day, even the big royal deals themselves had little to say about whether they wanted to end up an international figure or a free billionaire anyway. "He hasn't done much bad, though. Or.. anything at all, for that matter. Maybe that's his problem."

Not big on all the political talk, the grim-looking sleuth leaned back in his chair and took a thoughtful puff from his glowing spicestick. After a rarely seen smile and a low hum of a chuckle, he continued: "Now what's a smell that can really lift your spirits?"

“A burning bowl if Sinsemilla man!”
Darrell said as he picked a progression on his unplugged electric guitar.

He didn’t stop or look up as he asked, “what is your favorite time of day of night?”

"Two to three AM." The answer was quick and bitter. "It's the best time to ambush drunk soldiers."

The redhead moved on quickly, distancing them from that topic with something a little less dark, a little more fun. "If you could go anywhere, what's the first place you'd go?"

“Uhhhhh probably the beach? I don’t really know I’ve kinda been everywhere” he shrugged and looked around.

“If you had one food you had to eat for the rest of your life what would it be?” He was bad at this.

“A thick, juicy, steak, grilled to perfection.” She nearly drools just thinking of it.

“What is your favorite school memory?”

"The one dance at Homecoming with Aylssa Nicole Kennedy."

Steve thought a moment about that time before brushing off the dirt from his uniform and looking out with his field glasses.

"Why do you think there are so many wars?"

"Because humans are naturally greedy creatures, incapable of turning their eyes away when resources are involved. I can't speak for other species, however." Her words were sharp and harsh, and she crossed her arms over her chest before snapping out another question.

"What would you propose to end wars?"

“My life” he smiled a little. “If it stoped fighting I would go ahead and trade my life”

“Whats your favorite tv show?” He shrugged slightly, thinking about a few of his favorites.

"Friends is always fun to watch!" Elora thought for a moment "What brings you absoulute joy?"

"My daughter of course" thinking for awhile she asks "What's your favorite characters biggest regret?".

The answer came from a red-and-black man who stood just a little above six feet, his bat-like wings stretched out to either side for a moment before wrapping around his bulky frame like a silken cape. "Making my move too soon to advance in the ranks of Hell. I lost an opportunity to become a general and nearly lost my life. The only good thing to come out of it is that I didn't die, and I learned to be more methodical about my plans. Because of my impatience I am still a lowly lieutenant." He grunted, and though he looked annoyed, he didn't look angry.

He did look curious, though, as he asked his question. "What would you sacrifice to achieve your goals?"

“I usually sacrifice money to achieve my goals.” Carlos said as he scratched his chin.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that when they broke up with you it hurt so deep you wanted to die?”

"Hell no. If they break up with me, it's their loss." Aiden winked, a crooked grin taking up half her face. "Sure, it hurts for a bit, but I've never been too torn up over it. But maybe that says more about my commitment issues than anything."

She crossed her arms. "What's the worst pain you've ever experienced?"