I am crafty enough...That is not to say that I am artistic, but I put together what I need in a pinch.
Your freedom is threatened but in order to keep it, countless others will suffer. What do you do?
Your freedom is threatened but in order to keep it, countless others will suffer. What do you do?
Samson propped his head up by the expedient of placing his chin in his open palm, elbow resting on the arm of his throne. "That depends on what you mean by 'countless.' If the whole empire would be threatened, then I will let my freedom go--not even the crown prince is irreplaceable when compared to the empire he will one day rule. If it's one city, the rest of the empire needs me so it can remain stable."
He smirked for a moment, just holding that expression and pose for several heartbeats, as he looked to the next person in line. "What, surprised that a crown prince is capable of any level of self-sacrifice for the common man?" He said nothing more, making it clear that was his question.
He smirked for a moment, just holding that expression and pose for several heartbeats, as he looked to the next person in line. "What, surprised that a crown prince is capable of any level of self-sacrifice for the common man?" He said nothing more, making it clear that was his question.
"Nah, not really. You're losing your freedom, not your power. What good is it having the ability to rule, if ya got no one too? Freedom can be regained much more easily then that."
Tren grinned.
"Besides, when it comes down to it, fancy clothing or fancier speech, power or not, the only thing that matters is being quicker on the draw and taking out your opponets, right?"
Tren grinned.
"Besides, when it comes down to it, fancy clothing or fancier speech, power or not, the only thing that matters is being quicker on the draw and taking out your opponets, right?"
He smiled. Someone seemed to get it after all, though he felt their question was odd. "In a microcosm, perhaps," he acknowledged. "But in the larger scale of battles and diplomacy, not so much. In those, it's whomever is smarter with a cooler head, that will tend to prevail. Still, it is an intriguing question."
He stretched, his back popping audibly. "Do you have an enemy you would give or do anything, to bring down?"
He stretched, his back popping audibly. "Do you have an enemy you would give or do anything, to bring down?"
Now that… sparked Natsume’s interest, a greying eyebrow raising and the gears grinding harder and faster in the back of his mind.
But there was one little snag that kept him from answering with that impulsive and wanting yes.
“… I’ve done the whole, give or do anything bit already, and trust me. It’s not the kind of power you wanna nail to yourself. ‘Specially if someone’s gonna hold you to it.” He hissed softly, running his fingers through his hair and settling his hand against the back of his neck. “But… yeah… There is someone I’d like to take down. Or at least, I’d like to get em off my back.”
With a low sigh, Natsume tilted his head and looked up from under the crown of his hood, the corners of his lips dropped into a solid, natural scowl.
“Ever find yourself looking at a person and regretting every ounce of trust you put onto them?”
But there was one little snag that kept him from answering with that impulsive and wanting yes.
“… I’ve done the whole, give or do anything bit already, and trust me. It’s not the kind of power you wanna nail to yourself. ‘Specially if someone’s gonna hold you to it.” He hissed softly, running his fingers through his hair and settling his hand against the back of his neck. “But… yeah… There is someone I’d like to take down. Or at least, I’d like to get em off my back.”
With a low sigh, Natsume tilted his head and looked up from under the crown of his hood, the corners of his lips dropped into a solid, natural scowl.
“Ever find yourself looking at a person and regretting every ounce of trust you put onto them?”
Relaxed was the Titan upon his throne of cruel and crude-welded iron, painted in green akin to the armor he bore weight over his hide. He watches all, with hands propping straight his upturned mace, center before him. But when the prince asked, the Titan tensed.
An eye audibly twitch, his silence uncanny; making all unease by it. Kygor's behemoth hands quivered as it held tight the shafts of his towering mace. Beneath his helm, one could faintly hear the gritting of teeth. Rage radiates from his very being, as he engrossed himself in remembrance.
"The Teliek'vhran blood line," he muttered with barely suppressed ire. "I will bring about their extinction. All of his family, all of his race, and to all of his forests I will uproot until to the world, they are naught but memory"
Kygor exhales, calming and keeping himself from another unneeded rampage. Kygor leans back into the confort of his throne, and to the next person, he asks,
"What is the purpose of your existance?"
An eye audibly twitch, his silence uncanny; making all unease by it. Kygor's behemoth hands quivered as it held tight the shafts of his towering mace. Beneath his helm, one could faintly hear the gritting of teeth. Rage radiates from his very being, as he engrossed himself in remembrance.
"The Teliek'vhran blood line," he muttered with barely suppressed ire. "I will bring about their extinction. All of his family, all of his race, and to all of his forests I will uproot until to the world, they are naught but memory"
Kygor exhales, calming and keeping himself from another unneeded rampage. Kygor leans back into the confort of his throne, and to the next person, he asks,
"What is the purpose of your existance?"
"Greed power sex". She laughs at her answer. Looking cute as a cheerleader always does. She asks a stranger. "Do you like football?".
"Perhaps if ah knew what it were." Xenith stood up and stretched, totally unfazed by the attractive girl or her question. The rouge cracked his neck and back, sighing with relief. "Ah... That's better then. Now... Let's see... You there." He doesnt bother pointing, just nods in a general direction at anyone nearby. "Ever gone fishin? And if ya have, what'd ya catch?"
Estela frowned a little hearing painfully well the cracking of Xenith's bones.
-I tried once. But apparently the part of swinging the bait is a little dangerous when you can't see where it falls.
If someone else is there, Have you ever had an addiction of sort?-
-I tried once. But apparently the part of swinging the bait is a little dangerous when you can't see where it falls.
If someone else is there, Have you ever had an addiction of sort?-
Potential trigger warning for description of what amounts to an undeath-fueled eating disorder.
Ghaurug's face fell, and he looked away. "Yes. Drugs were never my cup of tea, and alcohol no longer affects me, but..." He trails off and licks his tusks as he quickly scans the faces around him. "I've always enjoyed food and drink. But ever since I became, shall we say, afflicted, I can't ever have enough. There's no such thing as satiation for me any more, only thirst and a powerful need to consume. I don't even get any sustenance from it, save for the one thing I need to drink in order to live, and my body's wasting away no matter how much I eat. I'm like a bottomless pit."
A humorless smirk drew itself across his face. "Not exactly what most people think when they hear the word addiction, but there it is. I can't help but wonder if I would have turned out this way eventually were I still properly alive, or if it's part of my...well, there's probably no point in concealing the fact that I'm undead, not after all I've said." Licking his tusks again, he shook his head. "Sithis, but what I wouldn't give to feel full again."
A humorless smirk drew itself across his face. "Not exactly what most people think when they hear the word addiction, but there it is. I can't help but wonder if I would have turned out this way eventually were I still properly alive, or if it's part of my...well, there's probably no point in concealing the fact that I'm undead, not after all I've said." Licking his tusks again, he shook his head. "Sithis, but what I wouldn't give to feel full again."
Turning to the next person but not meeting their eyes after his heartfelt confession, he asked, "How about something lighter? Who was your first love, if you've ever had one?"
"Honestly... I'm not sure anymore," Colin says, looking a bit more tired than normal, as he takes a drag off of his cigarette, "I voluntarily removed all memories that could be used to turn me against... an organization. Long gone. But I think they were one of the first I joined, maybe. Pretty early in my life, I don't remember any scars on me back then. Might as well have been a girl, a guy, a lamp, I don't know. I've been too tired and busy for love ever since."
"Anyway, enough from a sad old man," Colin grunts, "if you were in the same spot I was, that being, an offer to sacrifice your memories to attain a greater goal, would you do it? Or not?"
"Anyway, enough from a sad old man," Colin grunts, "if you were in the same spot I was, that being, an offer to sacrifice your memories to attain a greater goal, would you do it? Or not?"
Missy gives a snort of laughter. "I don't even need to stop and think here...yes. Most of what I've seen and done I don't want to remember anyways." she replies quickly and on a bored tone.
"What all would you sacrifice to get revenge?" she asks curiously...for once seeming genuinely interested.
"What all would you sacrifice to get revenge?" she asks curiously...for once seeming genuinely interested.
"Everything I lost my career and husband already". Thinking quietly she speaks softly a question. "Isn't autumn the saddest season of the year?".
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"Everything I lost my career and husband already". Thinking quietly she speaks softly a question. "Isn't autumn the saddest season of the year?".
"It is...it's the season of goodbyes, or so I've heard."
> She turns to ask someone something odd...
"What would you do to save those you love...if they don't know you?"
"Hah! It's impossible not to know me!"
Glorp's face dropped and they looked away.
"Of course, if somehow, no one knew me, not even my closest friends…"
Glorp shook his head and grinned.
"I'd still do anything to protect them. It's what I do."
"So, uh… Oh right! Question! What's the cutest type of animal?"
Glorp turned and looked pointedly at the askers of what he thought were pretty depressing questions.
Glorp's face dropped and they looked away.
"Of course, if somehow, no one knew me, not even my closest friends…"
Glorp shook his head and grinned.
"I'd still do anything to protect them. It's what I do."
"So, uh… Oh right! Question! What's the cutest type of animal?"
Glorp turned and looked pointedly at the askers of what he thought were pretty depressing questions.
"None of them they are all extremely creepy. What do you think of Dragons?"
"Dragons interesting creatures" reflecting on her ever changing life. She looks at a random stranger and asks "What are your career goals?".
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"Dragons interesting creatures" reflecting on her ever changing life. She looks at a random stranger and asks "What are your career goals?".
"To surpass my mother. We'll see what the indolent heiress Petalgleam is truly capable of, then." The fey replies with a measure of snark. Nysphina then turns to a figure unknown, posing her question.
"What are you afraid of failing? And don't say nothing. We all fear inadequacy in some form."
Kai glanced around to make sure no one she knew was around, then said in her characteristically quiet tone, "I'm afraid of failing to control myself. I'm afraid of losing this war with the monster in my head and...becoming like him." She did not care to elaborate on who "he" was, and even thinking about it made her shiver.
To the next person, she laid out a similarly personal question. "What do you have nightmares about?"
To the next person, she laid out a similarly personal question. "What do you have nightmares about?"
Jamie raises an eyebrow realising he was being spoken too then quickly stuffs the remainder of his triple cheeseburger down in his mouth finishing it with a hard swallow and wiping his mouth on his arm "honestly? My teeth! They fall out in my dreams it gives me the mad creeps!"
After screwing up the cheeseburger wrapper he stuffs it in his pocket turning to the next person "here's one for you, simple, movies or music, and what genre?"
After screwing up the cheeseburger wrapper he stuffs it in his pocket turning to the next person "here's one for you, simple, movies or music, and what genre?"
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