An ask me anything? She had never heard of anything like that before. Admittedly, the Cosmic General was intrigued. She had held many Q&A's during her time in her previous home and supposed that this was probably something similar. It wouldn't do her any harm to investigate though, and if anything, she'd at least get to know Playerone a little bet. Thus far, their interactions had been limited but Margaery was always looking to change that. [b]"Hello, darlings," The chocolate point greeted upon arrival, "What's the fondest memory you have?"

Bastille was a pretty honest person, when it came down to it. There was very little he actually tried to hide from others, and he would answer prying questions if they were offered. He was forth-coming about his souls, and saw no issue explaining them when they came up, and typically would answer... most things that were asked of him. Information was no sacred entity in his world. What did it matter if others knew where he came from, who he was? All the more reason for them to have fair warning of what they were dealing with.

Grimm, of course, was greedy for information from others, too. There was always a subtle inclination to press and pry, to ask for details, to absorb a situation and make note of it. That was the role of a host, after all, and Bastille couldn't deny the urge if he wanted to. He found himself headed towards Player now with the subtle hum of need in his veins, the assertion that there was a story here for him to collect. As he settled, he studied her and then drawled idly, [b]"Where'd you get the mark?" He didn't know what it was called, only knew that the glowing related to her... little incident. And Grimm wanted that story.

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