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"That's why I have my AK47 to be my freind. I mean who wants a pissed off chick who's hot armed?". Laughing at her answer she points out a stranger and asks. "Is there abouslution for the worst of sinners?".

”Sinners.” Luca scoffed, unable to keep a lightly sadistic expression off of his face. “That kind of thinking doesn’t do anyone good. If one must be goaded into behaving, then there really is no point for them to exist, now is there.”

Realizing that he hadn’t particularly given a proper answer, the young man swept a few stray hairs from his forehead and waved the odd gun-toting woman off.

“In the purest form of the word, no. I don’t believe that there is. Forgiveness from a god who deigns to sit around waiting on the toils of man is forgiveness that is more than worthless. If you feel that you’ve sinned, ask who it is you have sinned against and try your hand at earning that forgiveness for yourself. Otherwise… you are either deluding yourself, which I do not recommend,” he hummed softly, pulling his smirk a little wider. “Or you have decided to live with the things that you’ve done.”

Placing the tips of his fingers together, Luca challenged his listeners carefully. “Now… the method by which you do that is your own. Take great care not to regret the choices you make, because you are now owed forgiveness simply because you feel bad.”

“Is there something you regret?”

"I regret nothing as does the president vice president or the Congressman or senators who have totally enjoyed my consultations and enjoyed my company. Look at my cellphone pictures" as she shows off her pictures. She asks a stranger "Will you have any death bed confessions?"

"If I were to die today, I..." She thought for a good second. "... Would have nobody to confess to, really. All of my best friends already know all of my secrets. I've not a thing to hide." She shifted her weight between the heels of her feet in thought before speaking again. "However, if you mean something more akin to religious confession... I am, quite honestly, unsure."

For the next person, she nodded her head in greetings before speaking.

"Tell me, where would you be now if you had better luck? Do you blame bad luck for the circumstances of your life, I suppose, would be better wording?" She backtracked a little, scanning her brain for words. "Yes... That second one, perhaps, is better. Though, you may answer both if you so choose."

Natsume’s brows furrowed, harsh creases in his youthful skin. His fingers curled into taut, angry fists, and with much hesitation, he shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie’s pocket, shadows cast over his eyes as he glared at a distant, yet far too tangible image.

“He is bad luck personified…” He growled critically, green eyes turning towards the woman and cursing her for reminding him, once more, of his current life. “But I blame myself too. If anyone else…”

With a groan and a shake of his head, Natsume threw his hood off and just sat himself crosslegged on the floor.

“Forget it… Why don’t you just tell me what you want? Out of life… Out of the people you meet.”

"Uh... honestly, I... I just... I don't want to be hurt, see? I'd rather people I meet leave me alone." She motioned to her clothes, which said rather mean things in pastel colours, such as "drop dead" or rude words. I would hope it was obvious she wore these things to keep people away. She played with a couple rubber bracelets that had skulls on them before pulling her hood over her head, ending any further questioning.

"So, hey, um... what gives you confidence in yourself?" Her posture confirmed her own lack of confidence. Perhaps this girl just needs a tip.

She gave the girl a small hug before answering her question, "What gives me confidence is my family. They build me up when I feel down, helping me be the best I can be."

She gave a smile and spoke to the next person, "What would you do with your time if you had all the time in the world?"

"She gave the girl a small hug before answering her question, "What gives me confidence is my family. They build me up when I feel down, helping me be the best I can be."

She gave a smile and spoke to the next person, "What would you do with your time if you had all the time in the world?"
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Vexation pondered this, his head tilted slightly to the side and his tail wrapped around his legs. His first response was to shrugged non-committedly but as he thought, the only answer he could come up with was
"If I had all the time in the world, I would spend exploring. Meeting new wolves, trying new meats... That sort of thing" He said, another shrug accompanying his words.

He smiled at the woman who had asked him such a deep question and turned to the next person, his emerald gaze catching theirs.
"My question is... Do you believe there are selfless acts? Do you believe someone can do something for someone without getting something in return? Does a mother look after her child because she is selfless or because of the primordial urge to pass on your genes?" He says, his face contorted into something like confusion. He shook his head, and then his fur and snorted
"I'm not sure I want to know"

Green eyes met another pair of similar color, as Samson propped his head in his hand, leaning the elbow connected to that hand on the arm of his throne. "I'll say this much, that is an interesting question. If there is such a thing as complete selflessness, I have yet to see it--most acts others might consider selfless, I see people doing out of a sense of guilt, or obligation. But I do believe a parent, at the least, is capable of caring for their child and vice versa, or siblings can care for one another. So while rare, I do believe selfless acts are possible, yes." He gaver a firm nod as the seal, of sorts, to his final declaration.

He turned his head to the next person in line. "On that note, if you had to choose one act of charity to give to the world, what would it be?"

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The doughy baker smiled wide and laid out a tray of some of his concoctions, fresh out of the oven. Chuckling happily as he hunkered down behind his pretty pink counter.

“Feed it!” He spoke confidently. “Many people get angry and sad, and those people make other people angry and sad. They kill, and hurt, and make more suffering. But one thing that will make everyone happy is having a nice, full tummy!”

Offering his treats to all who chose to partake, the large man nodded and nodded.

“What is your favourite treat? Some foods bring good memories. Is there a good memory there too?”

"BACON!" She squealed, not giving any more answers.

"Have you had any sleep today?" She asked, avoiding any tough questions.

"No stranger..." snarled Diavolo at Lazari unsure of what he should have done. He paced around the room swinging his head maniacally until a different figure appeared. A teenager or ypung adult appeared with a swirl of pink hair and spoke to everyone.

"If you could kill anyone,who it'd be?" inquired Doppio Vinegar. "For me it is all the members of that damn passione gang!"

"I already hold the power of life and death over many subjects. Wisdom dictates I not exercise it freely--but if I did, I would see the Aegean empress assassinated. How those barbarians got so powerful without the use of magic is baffling, and worrying, when they condemn and seek to exterminate all who use it. Throwing them into chaos can only benefit everyone." His lips were pressed together into a thin line, and he did not seem to enjoy the thought as much as some might. Arrogant he might be, but he did not seem to relish the thought of deliberate murder.

"If you could switch places with anyone else at any time or place, who would it be and why?" He decided to turn it to a less grim subject, but who knew what people might answer even on a question such as this.

Natsume rolled his eyes at the question at first. It was dumb, and he heard that kind of crap from teens all the time, but… suddenly… he gave it some thought… His mind racing…

Shit…

“… My sister. Right now.” He mumbled, raising a hand to grip his sweater over chest. “It’d be the easiest way to find her. And… If we’re switching places, and we don’t go back. It’d mean… she’d be free. And… And if I couldn’t.”

Then that would mean…

Lowering his eyes, he sighed, releasing his shirt and shaking his head to himself.

“Is there a truth you can’t accept? Deep inside, you know. It’s there, screaming at you. But why can’t you accept it?”

"That the town I was meant to protect had everyone in it die... I cannot do anything right!"

Axl RO sobbed silently but then spoke his question.

"What is the thing you feel most guilty about?"

Carrie looked down at the floor before replying. "Existing... Just my existence makes me feel guilty."

Carrie looked down at the floor before speaking. "My existence. Just my existence makes me feel guilty. But if we're talking about past experiences... Meeting Lincoln." (a charrie I have not made a profile for)
"What Is the most embarrassing situation you've ever been in?" *

"Failing to kill the king of italy. Hehehehe that objective will soon be complete!"

Oyecomova happily tossed a bomb into the middle of the room and announced the next question.

"Bombs or Nukes? What do you think is better?"

Oyecomova then slunk onto the floor having a giggling fit like a drunk hyena.

Stunned and more flustered than he would usually allow himself to be in public, Natsume dove to catch the bomb before it could hit the floor and chucked the stupid thing as far away as he could manage.

And away from any living thing he could see.

“NEITHER!”

Huffing and puffing, the scrawny guy settled his forehead into his palm and groaned.

“… Dumb things that make you nervous? For me, it’s people. Dumb, ass, people.”