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"I'm usually able to sustain myself on two bowls of rice, but if I have to be a little more extravagant, I would say stinky sofu, also known as Choudoufu. You can usually find it at roadside vendors or a night market. It is a form of fermented bean curd that has a strong odor and is usually deep-fried with golden colors."

"What is your position in a fight? The offense, the defense, the support? Where are you?"

“Why, the offense, of course,” he replies. “My blades hunger for battle, as do I. I have been known to sling a few spells around as well, but they are also mainly offensive.”

Licking his tusks, he asks the next person, “Speaking of combat...what was your first kill like? If you’ve never taken a life, would you?”

Her breath grew heavy, blue eyes narrowed on the figure in front of her with hands gripping an invisible pipe.

And just like that she had come back to reality, shoving her fist into her lap and curling in on herself.

"It... sickened me. The smell is... It..." Placing a hand to her chest, the small woman suppressed the need to wretch, a touch of disgust on her face as she pushed herself to answer. "The feeling is hard to describe. But I hate it. The feeling of no... control. An anger that makes everything turn white. The... burn..."

Hiding a little futher under her hair, Mayia sighed, shutting her eyes and hoping to wipe feeling from her face.

"Is there something that makes you feel a little safer in your day to day life?"

The prince smiled, an expression that actually looked fond, for once. "My primary guard, Alex. He's my shadow day in and day out, and I know his eyes are constantly peeled for anything that could potentially prove a threat to my well-being."

"Who in the world would you most like to meet if you had a chance to?"

Natsume hunkered down on the floor, his feet together and his hands gripping his ankles as he thought about it. People weren't much interest even on the best of days, but if he had to choose...

"Elon Musk." He answered plainly. Someone with that amount of chill despite his influence was interesting. And... honestly, Natsume was somewhat interested in seeing something about the man turn out more sour than expected.

Maybe it would bring him a some peace of mind that his views on the world were true.

"Do you got any irrational beliefs?"

"Why do I get all the tough questions? Everybody has beliefs. Now I'm late to mow my dad's lawn". Thinking for a long time she finally comes up with a brilliant question. "Hey you. Do you believe in leprechauns?". She goes across the street and gets her neighbors son to mow the lawn for her.

"Leprechauns? I'm afraid I've never heard of such a thing, is it some kind of food? An animal, perhaps?" Silas asked in response, rather confused. "In your opinion, what do you think the most valuable part of any adventure is? What do you hope to gain in your adventures? Wealth, perhaps? Maybe you're wanting a woman? Or is it something else?"

The stoic pale man sat himself, his hands loosely cupping the other in his lap as he tilted his hat out of his face, white hair sweeting across his forehead.

"Knowledge is most valuable by far. To take a journey and stay stagnant defeats the purpose of neeing to move, and I believe... that we must continue to move. Or we destroy ourselves." He mused, looking at the gloves that hugged his hands. "With my own journey... I wish to find an ending. My journey has gone on for long enough, I feel, but the ending... is nowhere in sight."

Skye shook his head to himself and moved on.

"How would you like your journey to end?"

"In a bed with my latest man". She smiles evily and hungerly for a another conquest. Sweet and so innocently she asks a stranger "is a lustful life a sinful life?".

Luca leaned his head against his palm, a sultry smirk on his face asn he played with a pair of glasses perched on his nose.

"Not at all." He hummed smoothly. "But I do have to emphasize that one should be open and considerate. A morning after with someone under the impression that a roll in the hay was something more or knowing that someone took advantage of another for their own personal benefit... utterly disgusts me."

With that out of the way, he smiled kindly once more.

"How do you express your kindness to others?"

"I bestow them with gifts of appreciation, or give them a compliment--you'd be surprised how far a good word goes with and for some people."

He stretched, leaning back on his throne, and sighed appreciatively as he set aside his circlet, rubbing his temples. "What do you like to do to relax after a long, wearying day of work or education?"

Blonde hair falls over the young woman's shoulder as she turns her head to look at the man who asked the question, a slightly confused look upon her face. "Me," she asks, the word lilting into a question as she points to herself, unsure if he was talking to her or not. One look around confirms that he was, in fact, asking her.

"Well usually I pick up my camera and go for a stroll, see if I can find something interesting to capture," she answers with a shrug, a soft smile paired with the gesture.

Her brown eyes darken for a moment as she considers a question of her own, lightening once more as she finds one. "How often do you rearrange the furniture in your home?" Really Em, that's the best you could do

Angel giggled lightly at the odd question, her hands absentmindedly braiding a section of her hair.

"Hardly ever, though I do add and take away miscellaneous items such as new pillows, a couple nice antiques from my grandmother, the like... But I like the familiarity of having all of my rooms exactly one way." For ten years. At least.


"And you, dear?" Her hands fell back in front of her, clasping together gently. "What makes you truly special?" She thought this was a good question, as it asked so much yet so little. What makes them special...

“… Well, that’s broad.” Lin smiled sympathetically, running the fingers of his right hand through his coppery mane. “I personally like to think it’s my resolve but… If I’m honest, I’m only where I am now because of some good friends.”

Thinking to himself, he tilted his head back and cast his gaze into the sky, his hand trailing agains the back of his head before settling on his neck.

“Special, huh?… I guess… It’d have to be my… misfortune.” He mumbled. “I was a pretty rowdy kid and it’s come back to bite me in a lot of ways. I regret a lot of it, but looking back on all the shit that’s happened… It’s safe to say that it was my fault.”

With a slightly awkward chuckle, Lin pulled his arm from his neck and crossed them, the fingers of his right tapping at the left thoughtfully.

“If there was one thing you could change about your past, what would it be? And… why?”

"Nothing I do my work extremely well. My boss is extremely happy and satisfied with my performance as his employee". Thinking for a long time she comes up with a brilliant question. "Is it wrong to to be in love with somebody already taken?".

Natsume twitched, pressing his lips into a line.

"Just being in love? Nah. But I have a problem with idiots that do things they know will cause problems." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Ugh... there's this... woman I know who exclusively targets married men. That kind of crap is just a pain in the ass to deal with all the way around and is just watching someone light other people's cars on fire."

Really, was respect that hard?

"Just don't be an ass about it. And if that asshole wants to start a relationship inside of their relationship. Run. It's not worth it."

Grumbling under his breath, he sighed, pulling his hood a little further over his head.

"... Is there something you're hiding?"

"Multiple, bodies"

"Do you ever get a feeling of like, a door, have something symbolic or philosophical, or something alike vibe around it?"

"Doors you open and close." Looking around a corner she asks a total stranger. "Would you forgive someone who totally broke your heart💔?"

"I..." She glanced down at her hands, folded neatly on her waist in front of her. "I want to say I can be the bigger person, but I cannot. Not unless it was an accident or misunderstanding or... something. So, no, I do not think I could forgive that."

She cleared her throat to get the attention of somebody.
"What trait is most important to you. Not for another person, for yourself. I guess I'm asking who you push yourself to be."

“Independence.” She hardly had to think to get her answer, the petite woman shaking her head. “I’m tired of feeling helpless. I want to be able to protect what’s important to me. And I can’t do that if I’m relying on everyone too much.”

“What about you? Do you think… Do you think there’s such a thing as... relying on someone too much?”