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"HI-! Uhhh...Raali, what are we doing tomorrow? I forgot. I wanted to fly that kite again, right?"

"Yeah but the rain-clouds were coming up pretty fast just now. It rains way too much over here. Tomorrow we were supposed to go into town with Mom and our siblings to buy very, very fancy clothes and other things, anyway. No kite time."

"...oh. BAW-ring. I mean, we're not gonna' STEAL nothing, we just kinda' turned into those weird kids with their mama in black and no dad. I dunno' how...impactful that is, anymore."

"I think all those people talkin' impacts us more'n we impact them."

"Unless we go down as dragons. Then that'll impact someone!"

"HEEEH-! Right! ...though we're not gonna'. But I gotta' do the question thing again now, huh."

"Give'em a hard one! Something stupid! Something impossible! The dumbest smart question you can possibly think of!"

"How many chickens does it take to kill an elephant?"

Samson smirked, biting back a laugh. "You two remind me of my brother Roland, though he doesn't have scales..." He couldn't help but chortle. "To answer your totally serious and not silly question, it would take just one in the right place." He actually, remarkably, didn't seem to be taking any exception to their childish behavior.

"How about a riddle for the next question--what is simultaneously the most selfish, and the most innocent, being in all of existence?"

After thinking on it for a while, Kai responds, "Is it a baby? Babies are too young to understand the concept of the other, but they're also too young to be intentionally cruel." Nodding as if satisfied with her response, she turns to the next person and asks, with a note of hesitation, "Would you rather do battle with a monster in front of you or a monster inside you?"

"I have battled both...They really are no different."

"Do heroes really fall, and become villains?"

"I depends on what side you are on, but those who walk the middle road can be easily persuaded to either or."

"What would you do if you could not die, but never be fully complete?"

"What's the point of dwelling on the fact that you're never fully complete? I'd just enjoy the moments where I feel complete. I'd do my best to...help others learn from their mistakes and become better people, which I feel would help with my...near completeness."

"Is it better to have a foe who will slay you in the field, or a lover who will kill you in your sleep?"

"A lover kill your in your sleep". Thinking for awhile she asks up with a brilliant question. "Is it better to be famous or anyomous?".

"All extremes bad. Must have balance in all things."

"What you see beyond your fist?"

     To some, grotesque, to others, alluring, the sound of snapping bones could be clearly heard throughout the entire area. One would rapidly go to arms and be on guard to whatever could shatter bones so easily like that. Nothing more than a monster were to expected. However, the only thing in sight was a person clad in what was once a white vest, fist raised in the air, slowly clenching and--

     ... And that was the source of the noise. His very finger bones were the source of that terrible noise, but then, came the breathing of the supposed monster, as it only halfway looked back at the creature asking that question. His smile wide and teethy, full of malicious intent.

     "'Ye FEIC!" - Was his only, bellowing reply.

     "'S do 'yo 'liek 'ye 'feesh fryi'd 'er bak'd?!"

She thought for a moment, slightly taken aback by his... loud demeanor (no offense, and no hard feelings please. That's just how she is). "Well, it really depends. I prefer my cod to be fried, and my tilapia to be baked."

She took her phone out, plugging her ear buds in, and placed them in her ears, starting her mysic. After a moment of thought, she took one out, swinging it in her hand as she asked the next stranger, "What's your favorite kind of music?"

Without thinking, she just blurts out, "Death metal!"

Embarrassed by the outburst, she'd tried to laugh it off... "Eh...So, uh...Are Mosin-Nagant rifles really as good as they say they are...?"

"D'pends. Ya wan' me t' get into the real nitty-gritty o' why, er..." Thinking for a minute, she deciding against continuing her train of thought by shaking her head and moving on to her actual answer.

"Honestly? 'Pends on th' skill o' the gunman n' not the gun, if'n y'ask me. All them lovely ol' features n' doodads ain't even worth *@&?!#%$ in th' long run. As long as ye can shoot n' know what ye'all 're workin' with, any gun can be quo'e-unquo'e 'good...' Even an ol' ass clunker like th' M1891, okay?"

"Anyway... Ugh, questions. Gotdamn, why do I get put through this &$*@&!#% er'ry time I wanna answer somethin' good n' easy, man?! Yeesh. So uh... ...Favorite booze. An' if'n ya don't drink dat good ol' poison, favorite kind of drink in general, yeah?"

I glance up at the woman before me with interest, "I can't pick a favourite, but my top two are the Jägermeister and Absenthe! I could drink it all day if I had the chance to get my grey hands on it!" I sigh and laugh. "Ah, but I probably shouldn't be drinking so much. I tend to stick with the good ol' mead or Vodka. Wine if I feel fancy..."

"Hmmmm, I always loved games! What about you? What is or was your favorite game as a child?" I ask, swinging my arm around you and smiling.

The prince looked quite pleased. "You seem to be the sort I would not mind holding a proper discourse with." After that, he turned to the one who had turned and...he stiffened for a moment as the arm wrapped around his shoulders, but decided to tolerate it. "My father taught me how to play chess when I was very young--I enjoyed it even once I was practiced enough to beat him regularly."

"What's your favorite kind of weather?" he asked the next person in line.

"Drinking weather which means all year around since I sit in a bar all day". Looking around she slurs a question to a passerby. "Is there a cure for a broken heart💔?".

"Depends on what you believe is the cure and the reality of how much it takes." She seems to radiate a deep sadness as she followed up with her question.

"Would you rather live with the fact of killing your potential mate and old friend but not being able to die, or let your whole world die and no one remember anything about your universe?" After finishing her sentence, she shrugged. "Not like it matters. What's done is done." And with that, she sits on a bench waiting for a suitable question for her.

Hope thinks for a minute, her face twisting into a grimace, "Those are awfully terrible choices." She closes her eyes, unwanted memories sparking behind the closed eyelids, "However, I am a testament to the fact that the first one wouldn't kill me." She opens her eyes, looking to the person who'd asked, "There's always the fact that I can talk to them regularly, so..." She trails off, realizing nobody here knew who she was.

She shakes her head slightly, turning to look for someone to answer her question. "I can't tell if it's worse to be constantly plagued with feelings of doubt and fear and hatred of oneself, or to have a brief relief, under the naive hope that the feelings will never return, just to have them come back with a vengeance that seems to thirst for your blood." She pauses, "Which is worse? What say you?"

"I cannot say either option sounds palatable--but I wouldn't know, as I do not experience self-doubt or self-hatred, nor do I have much to fear--a crown prince has no room for those things." He did seem thoughtful, but self-assured, as he said all that, and as he gave the next question, not even looking to see who might answer.

"What is your biggest hope for the future?"

"Uh...Oh, hell...I don't know. I could have hopes and all, but then they could possibly not happen?"

"Should I really think about the future, or stay in the present and whatnot?"

"I find it most helpful to focus in on the present moment, especially in difficult times. Don't dwell on the past or ruminate on the future, it'll just stress you out." She shrugs. "Then again, I'm a live-in-the-present person in general, I guess. It takes effort to avoid being distracted from the present moment, but there's nothing helpful about worrying about stuff that already happened or hasn't happened yet."

Turning to the next person, she asks, "If you were given the chance to cause a major social upheaval, not knowing if it would be for the better or for worse, would you do it?"