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Natsume mumbled incoherently under his breath, taking that to be a satisfying enough answer until he felt a chill run down his spine, paling and glaring off to the side before he took in a breath and exhaled exaggeratedly.

"... I like to feed strays." He mumbled a little more loudly that time, crossing his arms and glaring at a pair of eyes staring back at him from the ether, the creases that expressed amusement causing Nat's usual irate attitude to flare up into a small bit of rage.

"What never fails to piss you off?"

"Somebody who won't sell me their soul. I'm behind in sales this month." Thinking thoughtfully she asks a stranger. "Can even wicked people fall in love?".

Alvara grinned and slightly laughed at the question then her face faded to a dark expression. “Of course... everyone can fall in love whether they want to or not. My little opinion” she whispered, “love is just another weakness that shouldn’t be shown”. Alvara then straightened up her posture and position, turning to another stranger.

“Can handle a sword or any weapon well?”

"Ak47" gunfire." Followers who don't follow my orders. Bury those traitors". Reflecting on her life she points out a stranger. "You yeh you are you happy in your career choice?".

"I do not really have a career that you humans speak of. I kill and to me that is my career. Killing is a good one. Of course the company that created me was generous to give me money which is a material possession I would rather not need because what need would it be when I have friends in high places?" spoke a not human,monotone voice with a pair of red eyes in the shadows of the rooms as the being quickly killed with claws a human being.

Axl RO had died as he tried to shoot Fulgore but he shook off the wound quickly. He climbed up into the vents and before leaving into the ventilation shafts he shot his question out.

"If say you wanted someone dead so much in your puny human life who would it be?"

Fulgore after that disappeared into the ventilation system with not a trace of him left behind besides the bloody mangled corpse of Axl RO left behind lacking hands or feet.

"The empress of Aegea--the barbarians hate magic and would love nothing better than to subjugate us and root it out!" His expression soured, before he shook his head and moved on to posing the next question.

"If you had an idea that was guaranteed to change the entire world for the better, is there anything you wouldn't resort to, to see see it to fruition?"

Luca put on a kind, warm smile and tilted himself back into his seat.

“Hmm, I personally believe that such a thing is impossible. Something so… simple. But… if there was such an idea…” His smirk turned playful, a small chuckle on his lips as he tilted his head towards his shoulder. “I don’t believe that, ‘at any cost’ is a good business model. If a sacrifice can be avoided, every effort to create the most benefit while causing the least amount of strife is what I feel is key.”

Threading his fingers together, he settled into that point.

“After all, what are we if we cannot support each other?”

"If we can't support each other, we would all be dead. After all, the whole basis of humanity existing is to support the people we are familiar with."

Mulfic remembered the first time he saw his family did some wrongdoing, more specifically his sister. He was 10, at the time , and his sister was playing house with her 3rd boyfriend, as usual, when "that" girl went over to her. He "knew" the girl all too well. His sister would tell him stories of how mean, and nasty this girl was. At first he tried to get himself off of the small couch, but he noticed something. "That" girl was silently sobbing. This was all wrong to him. How could "The Bully of the School" be crying?

Never the less, his sister got up, looked at her in the eyes, and hissed, "Get lost, Circus Act!" Since then, he realized that his sister was, in fact, "The Bully of the School." "That" girl killed herself in 5th grade.

Mulfic, bringing himself to reality, face-palmed.

"How's your family?"

Coughs and hides a chuckle at the fellow who just asked the current question. "Ah, well now, I'd say they probably all be dead'n'buried by now. Never really knew'um anyhow." The goofy looking yet, handsome pirate plopped himself on a nearby barrel and took a swig of alcohol from his bottle, thoughtfully considering a question.

"Would ya prefer a bird or a snake as a pet?"

For the sake of the poor thing, a bird. Knowing me, I'm afraid i would forget the snake is even there.

If i hand you a box and tell you to put something in there, what would it be?

The doughy baker smiled widely, slowly raising up a tray of some freshly baked goods.

“Lots and lots of food! Something salty or sweet and tasty and filling. OH! And I have new things, let me get!”

While Butch ran around trying to find more things to stuff into a box, Natsume sighed, shaking his head to himself and motioning for everyone to move on.

“This’ll take a while. He’s a bit obsessed. Anything you’re obsessed over?”

"My boss sex prenups jealous wives making corvette payments. Making sure everything is clean in my bosses house" as she clears her throat. Looking around she is asks a stranger. "You yeh you were you ever kidnapped?".

"...."
Face concealed under the darkness of his hood made sure none could tell his expression. His silence is long and painfully awkward. And then, after a full moment pass, he answers.

"Never" he says, terse and succint.

"...Have you...

... suffered a fatal wound before?"

Touching her collarbone, Mayia tensed her shoulders and smiled a little nervously, a laugh to match her mood.

“Ah… um… No. But… I got close.” She mumbled, not too interested in going into the details of that little memory.

“Is there something you’re looking forward to?”

"Eh...? Not at the moment."

"Is it okay to not look forward to something, if only to eventually do so later, anyway?"

With an eyebrow raised and a look of disbelief on his face, Natsume turned his hands over palms up and raised his shoulders in a look that just... couldn't express the amount of utter befuddlement he felt.

"Uh... Yes? Pretty sure that's just growing." Natsume could only barely muster the amount of sarcasm he wanted to express in his tone.

With a sigh, he put his hands down and sat down, cross legged and with his elbows on his knees. "Fine. Is there something in your life that you started to get more interested in later on?"

"Preferably get a nice house,be hopped on more LSD than Charles Manson at a party and burn the house down whilst Radiohead plays in the background. I wilk delibrately lock myself and a companion in so I get a honourable death. At least it would cut the niceties..."

Tommy giggled madly as his cigarette dangled fromm hs mouth until he snapped his finger and a flame grew from one of them as he used it for his cigarette. He then mumbled a name beginnining with a P and sat in his chair uncomfortable and nervous.

"Any of you pricks know somewhere good where it is generally peaceful so I can rob the place and get some free shit?" Tommy asked in a frustrated whingey irish accent mixed in with traces of a british accent.

Guren immediately moved several steps away from the man at what he said; by the sounds of it, this man is very bad news. Just hearing what he said brought up bad memories.

But seeing how uncomfortable the man is, Guren somehow scraped up enough courage to snap out a snark reply, his expression twisting into something uglier, “Eurgh, the jail maybe. I’d even help call the police for ya-“

“Anyways,” He took another step back from the man, briefly regretting his decision, and turned to the next person, “Do you play any musical instruments? If not, do you want to?”

Cybil shifted as she gave it some thought. The look on her face revealed that the question all on its own somehow had struck a nerve somewhere, no matter how innocent. "I uh, I used to play the violin. In this day and age instruments are exceptionally redundant but I wanted to, so I went ahead and did." As she spoke, the doctor reached into her coat's pockets, producing a pack of smokes and a zippo respectively. "I- I played the violin at my own wedding. Getting married was the last thing we did before Logan was put in cryostasis..."

She was muttering at this point. Cybil looked down as she lit a cigarette. Closing her lips around the little cancer stick she couldn't help but wonder if she had overshared. They hadn't really asked about her relationship status, had they.

"I'm such a mood killer, aren't I. Here's another one: How well do you know yourself?"

"Well enough, I suppose."

Glorp rubbed the closest thing they had to a chin, before looking at their hand.

"I'd say like I know the back of my hand, but that's unfair due to the fact that it's perfect. Hmm."

"But I know myself enough to function. Glorp might know more about me then myself, being able to dig thru my mind and all, but I think I'm doing fine so far!"

"So, uh…"
Glorp looked down at their pocket before looking back up.
"How… crafty are you? The physical act of putting items together, not being all sly and sneaky-like."