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"An abcest molar." Heather said. She twirls a lock of hair with her finger and asks, "What is your favourite music?"

"You might think this an odd choice for a demon," Argroth said, one long, taloned finger scratching at his chin. "Others like metal or other types of music that would deafen a mortal ear--but I have always found that classical music helps focus my mind. It is a testament to human creativity--and I do so love human creativity." He grinned, baring a mouth full of sharp, needle-like teeth in what was probably a menacing manner--and definitely not a nice one. His admiration did not come solely from the ability to create, but the human ingenuity when it came to making ever more efficient and interesting ways of making one another's lives miserable or nonexistent.

"What is your favorite fairy tale?" he finally asked, after deliberately waiting a moment for the intimidation factor to sink in.

Valina yelped at the demon's question, dropping the pile of papers she was carrying to her desk. She bent down and started picking them up.

"Well, I've always appreciated little red riding hood' " she said, her hands scrabbling to pull the papers back together into a pile. "Of course for the basic morality tale and the famous setting of the deep dark woods, but it just has so many layers when you start to analyse it! Why, just think of the metaphors when it comes to sexuality, to coming of age, what it says about people's relationship with nature..."

She finished arranging the papers and succeeded in placing them on to her writing desk. She sat back down at it, looking at her telescope and wall-maps for a moment.

"So, if you could go anywhere in space or time, where would it be?"

Solomon studied the woman for a moment as she herself seemed preoccupied with her telescope and wall maps, considering her question.
"I'd like to see the future," he finally said. "A couple of centuries, tops. Just to see what people made of it all."

He shoved his hands in his pockets.
"If you had to confess one sin, what would it be?"

Lying *looks at you* If you were framed for a crime you didn't commit,what would you have done?

"I'd get the Nohrian scum who did it to me!"

"Why do axes beat spears? I keep hearing it..."

"Perhaps because axes crush. A spear is likely to be crushed by it."

"What would you do if your atelier was close to shutting down?"

"If you mean what the word originally means, I probably wouldn't have one. But, if I did, and it was..." One long, taloned finger tapped a pointed chin in thought. "I would find the person behind the threatened shutdown and ensure they were no longer in a position to continue threatening my hobby."

He gave a shrug of his wide, powerful shoulders, and put forth is question in turn. "What is the source of your greatest shame?"

Why my wife, and later, my fiancee, left me. Maybe it is just the way I am? I don't know."

Carlos sighed as he thought. "Do you believe in second chances?

“I think I just might!”

Amber thinks about giving Tom, Steve, and Derrick a second chance...

“Do you have any regrets in your life?”

"Stephen Harrison plus my unhappy marriage". Picking up her daughter. She asks "What's the way to true happiness?".

"There is this thing called Rallfower's Nectar, which despite the name is actually a florescent pink herb you dry, crush up an-- Well long story short, it makes you feel like your brain is floating in honey, THAT, I say is true happiness."

"What is the one thing you know you must do, but dread doing more than anything else?"

Rolling a wooden toothpick that soaked in cinnamon oil from one corner of his lips, over his tongue, and to the other corner of his lips, Aurelius made a deep and rumbling sound of contemplation in his throat. After a pause or two of silence, he finally said, "Proving myself t' th'others in my family in ways that I don't particularly care for. Ain't no way outta it, n'matter which way y'slicin' it..."

Bringing up a hand to scratch at his mustache for a moment, he narrowed his eyes before asking, "If y'could change an event of th'past for a different outcome, what would that outcome be?"

He sighed and shot the other a wry smile.
"I'd stop my brother from running away." He nodded. "Yeah. I'd make sure he wouldn't feel the need to leave like that."

"Say you could change something about the way you were raised, what would it be?"

Alexis laughed, smiling a wide, manic smile as she looked through the bars of her asylum cell. She went to put a finger to her chin in concentration, then laughed once again as she remembered she was in a straight jacket. The noise echoed through the halls and she looked up at the stranger with wide eyes.

"Oh, honey, what I would change about being raised?" She ran her tongue against her teeth, offering a sad, insane smile. "I would simply make my own rules! Living through Mommy and Daddy's orders obviously didn't work out that great." Her vision drifted to the cell around her. "Maybe run away in a way they wouldn't find me! My life's been hard, hun." Alexis let out a tiny giggle.


"My question for you is, boo,
What has been the biggest issue in your life, and if you have, how did you overcome it? If not, how do you plan to?"

"biggest issue? Ha I don't have one..." A woman mutters "his pride and greed will be the fall of him... Don't listen to anything he says" He glares at her and then looks away "anyways..."

"If you could have anything... What would you want?"

Tilts her head to the side. "Bread... oh wait! No! Hair! I want your hair. If I put it in my nest the flock will be jealous.. Oh yes they will be so jealous of me and I will be the best of them and they will want what I have but I won't let them and it will be soft, soft, soft... But bread comes as a close second."

Fluffs up and struts proudly at her smart idea then turns to ask. "Did you ever have a moment where you had to step back and thought 'This is my life?' Either because it was so good, or because it was so bad."

"The day I failed in my coup attempt," the demon said, swirling some dark blood-red liquid in a crystal glass. IT was wine, but it resembled other things, an impression he did not mind at all. "Up until then I was impulsive and rash as pretty much every other demon. Nearly losing a leg and wing makes you re-examine your life choices, however, and though my lieutenant was a right...jerk," he paused, looking like he wanted to us a much more vile term for the other demon, "I learned a lot watching him, more than he probably realized. I hate him, but I recognize that without his interference I probably would have been dead long ago."

He took a sip of the wine, entirely focused on savoring it, before re-centering his focus outside the momentary gratification. "Is there anything that you would be ashamed to admit you would do in pursuit of your goals?"

"No."

"Hmm...Do you...I dunno, hate to engage in small-talk, as I do?"

"'Pends on wha' kinda person I'd be talkin' to, know wha' I'm saying? Anyway..."

"Wha's th' bes' 'complishment ye've achiev'd in yer lifetime?"

(Translation: What's the best accomplishment you've achieved in your life so far?)