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"Those kind of people annoy me, but don't make me nervous. But Disruptors, people trained to make your spells go awry, those make me nervous, and I feel no shame in admitting that."

He shrugged, though he didn't seem too nervous right now. Probably because there were none of these 'Disruptors' nearby. "What's the most distasteful thing you've ever had to do in your life?"

Carrie sat down on the floor, cross legged. "I… I had to help a…" She froze. "A friend… By operating on them…"
She curled up. "They made m-me though…" She shook slightly before mumbling, "Have you ever wanted to die?" She asked, still rolled up into a room.

… Pondering over the thought for a while, Mayia let one of her arms rest against her waist, the fingers of her right hand hooking into the sleeve of her shirt.

“… Kind of…” She mumbled, looking up at the sky. “It’s hard to explain.”

Recounting the experience, she felt… numb. Kind of empty inside. “I guess, it’s less that I wanted to die… I just… didn’t care anymore. I lost… everything that I thought was important. But I didn’t like pain. Didn’t want to do anything. I just wanted to be alone.”

Then, with a soft smile, she shook her head to herself and lowered her gaze down to her knees.

“I… still feel like that sometimes. Like nothing really matters. But… at least I have something I want.”

Setting her arms behind her back and leaning back on her heels, Mayia allowed her smile to warm her face and posed a question of her own.

“What about you? Is there something that you want?”

Carrie unrolled herself and looked with a steady gaze around the room. "I want true happiness. I want to be able to feel the exhilaration of happiness running through my veins… I don't want to fake happiness anymore… It's just so tiring…"
She tilted her head as she thought for a moment. "What creature is more superior in your opinion? Cats or dogs?"

"Cats" she purrs quietly and adjusting her French maid outfit. Thinking for a long time she comes up with a brilliant question. "How heavy is a pound cake?".

Carrie thought for a moment before opening her mouth to answer. "Something near four pounds? Due to the one pound of the four main ingredients…"

"What is your morning routine?"

"Attending to the needs and wants of the politicians who run this country" as she clears her throat. She asks a stranger "did you get everything you wanted for Christmas?". Smiling evily " I did I got the pictures to prove it". As she goes through her cellphone pictures.

Jessica smiled as she looked at the beautiful dress she wore. "Yes, Christmas was good to me this year! I'm glad I left and came to live with my father." She smoothed out her dress before asking, 'Do you enjoy this time of year?"

"What kind of question is that?" responded a man with silver hair frustrated. He then answered through to the question. "Anyways I did,killed some people,got paid and now I live in the shadows with the rest of my crew." responded Risotto casually throwing a small combat knife into the air and catching it.

He then shot an accusing glare.

"WHO HERE WORKS OR IS A SPY FOR PASSIONE SINCE I DAMN WELL SUSPECT IT!?" lashed out risotto,fury filling his face as he walked back into the shadows.

Dani flinches and frowns, looking down before shivering and backing away as he answers. "You need to calm down, I'm not a spy I'm a seer and I can't control what my visions show me when I sleep...I never wanted any of this." he says defensively, he looks very uncomfortable and a little afraid of the angry, yelling man with his knife.

"Um, I suck at talking to people still but...a question..." Dani pauses awkwardly. "What's your...favorite animal? I guess...I don't know..." he asks the second question he could think of since the first was going to be a favorite color but it felt way too overused.

A boy emerged from the shadows, dressed in a large cape made from owl feathers. He hooted quietly before adjusting his mask an sat down, looking around at all the strangers. "Owls are my favourite animals." As he said this, and owl flew onto his shoulder and he raised a hand to stroke it.
He then took the barn owl from his shoulder and looked into its eyes, his own yellow one searching the owls matching eyes. The owl hooted and Nymphas nodded before placing the owl in his lap. "He wants me to ask if you now how to hunt and catch a decent meal." He asked a stranger, voice monotone.

"I tend to go to the store and buy it, unless I already have it, then I make it." Vixen says as Archer sits on her shoulder. The woman leans against the wall, shaking a pouch of salt. The small demon/ fire pixie cross blinks and looks at everyone around them. He nibbles on a cracker as his friend speaks once more. "Anyone wanna go find demon possessed artifacts?"

Nymphas scoffed. "Lazy..." He took a feather-shaped knife from under his cape and tossed it would few times into the air whilst e ought for a moment. "Sounds like something a little kid would do. But sure, why not? It would pass time." He stopped throwing the knife into the air and hid it before stroking the barn owl in his lap.
"If you could go back in time and fix something that you regretted, what would you change and why?" He asked, ruffling the small owls feathers.

"I would turn back, instead of insisting on going into the foreign quarter of the marketplace. I did not like the almost broken look my guard had when he was forced to kill someone for the first time, even if it was in my own defense." The prince pressed his lips together in a thin line, very quiet for a full minute. He shook his head to try and clear the memory.

"How about you, stranger? Have you ever killed someone? I don't mean accidently, either--but rather in the heat of combat, or with careful deliberation."

"Aye, I've killed lots of people, some were in combat, others were killed because they got in my way. I am both a soldier and a mercenary, killing is essentially my way of life." The Khajiit responded, grinning slightly. "The pride and satisfaction in my skills after each kill invigorates me." He turned to the next person, "What was your first kill like? Did you enjoy it?"

August sat on the chair, then he took sip of red wine "Hmm, first kill I remember it as it happened yesterday. It was against some brute demon, at first I felt thrill and pride as I killed someone much more stronger than me, although it didn't last long as I felt disappointed in enjoying it. But I don't regret it" frowning at that memory.

Earl turned behind towards the guest "I've two questions that I wanted to ask you, do you've servants and if you've them do you treat them well"

"No and if I did the worst pain would happen to them. Now it is time for everyone to pay the ultimate price!"

Suddenly it felt like everything timewise jumped five seconds ahead and there was a corpse in diavolo's hands as blood dripped from his cheeks and on his chest. He had a vile grin on his face.

"If someone wanted to kill you who do you think it would be?"

Diavolo laughed like a maniac as he slunk into the shadows.

Desir snorted and choked on laughter at the question asked of him. "Who would want to kill me? An idiot for starters...you'll need to get in line and hope you don't die during the wait." He replies on a bored tone.

"Something more fun..." He mumbles. "What is your preference of weapons? Or do you just go around unarmed hoping nobody kills you?" The demon of agony asks...funny, he still sounded bored.

“W-weapons? No, no...” Riki shakes his head, frowning. “I don’t want to die, b-but weapons? No, I’d rather just dodge attacks... Running away is usually wiser than fighting anyway...”

Riki glances up, and turns a bright shade of pink, uncanny against his pale flesh.

“S-sorry, that was boring. Um... W-what exactly is “love” to you? Does it taste sweet?”

"Worry not, I thought what you said was very interesting," Angel attempted to reassure the previous person. "Love? I believe it is different for everybody, but for me it is... Comforting and warm. It is hard to describe... I would not call it sweet per se. As a flavour, I would describe it more as... comfort food. The things a parent would make you-or buy for you-when you are sad. Something that makes you feel happy and warm."

"Alright, so, tell me about your hobbies. What do you do to fill your time? Sorry if that's a boring question, I find that sort of thing interesting."