BECKY LEMME SMASH | open, ic AMA

[Cosmic]

Alright. These guys didn't know too much about me, but they should know at least a little bit about where I come from. Maybe they would understand, seeing as this world is one of the strangest ones I've been in.

"Hey guys. Come here for something like an icebreaker to get to know me. Ask me anything, and I will answer. Nothing inappropriate, I swear to god. Be child friendly."

[imperia]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]An Ask Me Anything? That sounds fun. Imperia approaches gracefully, her steps uncannily quiet as she closes the distance between herself and Playerone in a few strides. This is lucky, really, that Peri is even in the area to be aware of such an event. Usually she's out collecting herbs or wandering or simply lost in her own little world. "I do not think we've properly met--my name is Imperia Arceneau, but you may call me Peri, if you like." A warm smile decorates the cleric's lovely features as she settles into a resting position near the hybrid. She falls silent, thinking for a moment. What sort of question does she want to ask? Oh! "What's your favorite food?"

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

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?"

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[BASTILLEPAW]

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

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.

[B]ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — [color=#e2e2e2]TAGS — [color=#e2e2e2]MOODBOARD — [color=#e2e2e2]PLAYLIST

[Cosmic]

The first to approach was Imperia eith a simple question. I had a lot of answers for this one, but I figured why not go with a food I miss as a human?

"I really enjoy tuna and pepper jack sandwiches. I miss them if I'm honest." I replied, giving a smile to her.

Next was Margaery, with... my fondest memory? I had to think about that one. With all if the stress I had lately I hadn't really thought about the good things. But... sometimes it made me cry. Especially the ones that went way back in time. It was strange to sadly cry over a good memory. Maybe because I missed them? I didn't have enough of them? Who knows. But I sat there quietly contemplating how to answer.

Finally, I had something. "My happiest memory... has to be the times my life was the most stable. Like when I had encounters with Ada during the first T-Virus outbreak in Raccoon City. She brought me a sense of stability I hadn't known in such a long time."

And then there was Bast. With the personal question that bothered the absolute shit out of me. A heavy sigh rolled past my lips as I sat back on my haunches, as if ready to tell a group of children a crazy, long story.

"Starting out with the tough ones, eh, Bast?" My tone was playful, but my expression showed that I was just slightly bothered by this. Another sigh.

"Well... I was a ship engineer sent to fix the Ishimura when it went dark on radar. Turns out... there was a lot more that needed to be fixed than just the ship. There was a Necromorph infestation started by an artifact called The Marker. Apparently it could reanimate dead flesh and said dead flesh was controlled by a hivemind. The Marker is used to convert entire planets filled with intelligent life into a living moon, called a Brethren Moon. They are a bitch to destroy, let me tell you. Uh... anyway...

I lost my girlfriend Nicole on that ship. I went looking for her... I didn't find her... alive, at least. She took her life when the outbreak had become more than the ship's crew could handle... I only see her in... dreams. And... hallucinations. Sometimes..."

I looked down at the ground, subconsciously shuffling my paws trying to keep my emotions in check. A single silent tear fell down my cheek, however, as I glanced to the mark on my left shoulder. I shook my head, readjusting my seated position, body becoming rigid.

"The Marker... creates a signal that affects the minds of intelligent creatures, such as humans, and causes them to either take their lives or go insane and take the lives of others. All for the purpose of creating Necromorphs and therefore more Brethren Moons. Because I had been on the Ishimura, I was affected by The Marker. It caused me to have severe hallucinations, depression, anxiety and... tried to make me commit suicide. I was able to fight it off... but..."

I looked up at the small crowd, shaking just slighly as I struggled with myself, the marking on my shoulder giving a glow for just a single second- easy to miss. I was oblivious to it. This... this wasn't something I thought I would be talking about out in the open. This... this was hard. And I doubted any of them truly understood.

"This mark-" I moved slightly to show it off, "has remained on my body in the same spot in every lifetime after that... I... I think... it still has an effect on me..."

I remembered the attack on Cooper and Nero, and shook my entire body out as if trying to throw the memory out of my mind. So much shit happened... there was so much shit...

I couldn't help but shakily sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. But I regretted it as a hallucinated image of Nicole in front of The Marker flashed in front of my eyes. I nearly gasped and choked on air as my eyelids flew open, mentality all over the place. No... can't let it get to me... no.

Not today.

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

Suiteheart wasn't sure if she had ever participated in something like this. Granted, her memory wasn't the best. The emergence of her past lives had made sure of that fact: cramming 1000 years of millions of different memories in her head had forced a few things out. She hated it, but it wasn't like she could do anything about it. After last having someone fuck around with her memories, she refused to let anyone besides Margaery or Eli into her head.

The feline had arrived just in time to hear Playerone answer all the questions asked. It started off easy, and then, slowly but surely, took a sour note. A frown formed on her lips as Player grew visible shaken. "Play..." she murmured from where she sat between Margaery and Imperia.

Tension and sadness hung in the air for a few beats as Suiteheart struggled to come up with a question to ask. She needed to bring light back into this conversation - especially since she had just witnessed the mark flash on Player's shoulder, a clear indication something was bound to happen sooner or later at the rate things were going.

"Why don't you tell us your favorite hobby?" she asked, a reassuring smile upon her maw.

[b]suiteheart folie-mikaelson . ecliptic admiral . the ascendants . tags

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[Beverly Resurgam.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"]Next to arrive was Beverly, and it seemed she came just in time for a really heavy conversation. She listened to Playerone's answer, a small frown forming upon her face. "Holy shit, dude," the short girl said instinctively, feeling the atmosphere in the room change as he spoke. "I'm so sorry." While she knew there was nothing an apology could do, as what's done is done, she still felt the need to say it.

Suiteheart's voice broke the silence. "Oh, what's your zodiac sign?" Typical Bev.

[Roy Mustang]

Without a doubt, Roy hasn't participated in this type of activity before. Roy wasn't very open about his past- there are certainly some members here that know of Roy's past life and who he was, but that's because Roy trusts those few people. Like Margaery, Suiteheart, Cooper, Bastilleprisoner- just to name a few, they have earned Roy's trust, meaning he'll tell them what they need to know. But what Roy wouldn't do is wait for people who he doesn't know as well to ask him random questions, especially out in public. Man, Roy would do horrible at this activity if he was assigned to it for a weekly task.

The bobcat made his way over, padding in after Beverly. The male rose an invisible eyebrow as he listened to Playerone begin to answer questions from his groupmates, gaze locking on her. Roy didn't really know Playerone that well, to be honest. Roy wasn't nearby when she had her panic attack, when she attacked Cooper and Nero. He certainly heard about it, without a doubt. It seemed like the answers were taking a rough turn, his eyes narrowing slowly. "What are some of your interests?" He questioned as his ears flattened to his cranium, eyes blinking slowly.