Ask a question to the above person's OC

"Do you remember anything while unconscious from that concussion? Do you even remember being concussed? I've heard some people say they have dreams while knocked cold, and some people say it's just all dark, and then some people say they don't remember any of it at all. Do any of those sound like your experience?"

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"Right now I just roll with it. It's like I keep thinking I'll adjust, but it doesn't happen. I just end up sleeping a lot, and it's frustrating to know that any time I close my eyes--which I wanna do a lot--I'm risking taking a snooze. I just try to take strategic naps throughout the day and hope I'll feel more awake when I'm not sleeping. I guess you could call it coping. But not really. Might look into switching meds soon, 'cause this is getting out of hand."

"How do you even cope with your lethargy? Or, like, do you even cope at all, might be the question."

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"I've read a lot. Some good things, some shitty things. I guess I just don't really latch on to other peoples' stories, but my own are extremely important to me.
For comfort, I like to watch shitty movies or read shitty books with my boyfriend."

"This person that killed you, were they just a crazed person or did they have a vendetta against you? And have you visited your family and friends since your revival? I assume their reactions were quite different upon seeing your helmet and your extra arms?"

"It's heavily time consuming, and I can't slack off in the slightest. Messing up just once could very well end my life in more ways than one. Sometimes while in my office at the precinct I will look at requests for the Nightingale, just so strikes followed by my job don't get too coincidental. I also have a close friend that helps with requests when I'm busy. After a hit, I'll make sure to clean it up, and once I get a call about a Nightingale strike I'll go there to "investigate", but I'll actually be checking for mistakes I left. Sometimes I'll humor an idea of me almost catching the Nightingale. I even went far enough to plan for that friend of mine to shoot me to make it seem like the Nightingale fired at me to escape."

"What exactly are your jobs like? How do you switch between being a detective to an assassin?"

"It's a bit of both, really. While I do tend to dwell on my past mistakes, I know now my past actions weren't entirely my fault. Most of the things that happened to me were outside of my control, and my reactions to them were valid. But that doesn't excuse me from the consequences I experience now. I still hate myself for the past."

"Do you resent your younger self for driving you to most of the pains you experience today? Or do you prefer to live in the present, and accept the past as the past?"

"oh.... our relationship is anything buy 'harmonious'... I literally exist to serve him, and we are permanently bound together, but I don't particularly like him. It's just... its like caring for a child, and I'm the parent who's only purpose in life is to watch him. He doesn't care for his own safety, and for the most part, my job is simply rescuing him from problems he gets himself into. Meanwhile, he views me as a game. A toy soldier he can direct wherever he wants... In short, yes, I can be pushed to a breaking point. And I nearly reach that point each and every day."

"Does your connection to your summoner mean the relationship is mostly harmonious and without misunderstandings? Or are you perfectly capable of being pushed to the limits of your patience with him?"

"I wouldn't be opposed to changing my hair color, preferably to something still the pastel range, however. The pink hair is pretty iconic for me though so the change wouldn't be permanent. I've been at this high end level for a few years -- I currently charge $2,500 an hour or a flat rate of $6000 for the night. My lifestyle is rather expensive so I'm trying to get to a point where I don't need to work so much. Still...I've come a long way from meeting questionable johns at the park." 

"Would you ever consider maybe changing your hair color from pink? Also how much to you cost for a night if you don't mind me asking?

"Hmmm favorite... let's see.... Do I choose the Hunk Wrath... or.. wait who am I kidding." She laughed loudly, " Wrath, all those hands and that body.. mmm MMM mmm. Definitely him."

Who's your favourite out of the other sins?

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Unfortunately, there's no footage 100% confirmed to have been taken at the party. There is a cell phone video which features Tristan Delevan and Talia Schulmeister in what appears to be Tristan's apartment, but Amy is not seen in the video. Police are unsure of whether this was at the same party or a separate, unrelated meeting between Delevan and Schulmeister.

"Oh, how interesting. It wasn't me, you would know :) Although I'm curious, there are countless videos and livestreams that have caught me killing someone. Is there any video evidence as to her disappearance during that party? Surely someone was on their phone on Snapchat or similar apps? :)"

"What do you mean? I have a reason. It's so they smile. Haven't you seen all the beautiful smiles they make with their blood? :) You would make good ones, too. :)"
Smiley tilted his head at the question. There was something about the smiley face on his bag that felt like his face was making the same expression. "My body is fast at regenerating," he explained as he took out his knife, slicing off his index finger with a swift strike. He held up his bleeding hand, the bone already growing, like a movie put on fast forward. "If my heart or any vital organs were to be cut off, my body would remake it. Some organs aren't quite so vital now that I can live through it, such as my lungs, since now breathing isn't technically important. :) Although if, say, my heart or my brain were removed, I would... lose consciousness until they're remade. And once they are, the removed organs will degenerate into dust. See? :)" By the time he was done talking, his finger had regenerated, looking as though it had never been sliced off. That very same finger pointed to the ground, where only a small puddle of blood was. No detached limb.
He advanced a step, humming "If You're Happy and You Know It" to himself as he tossed the dagger up and down. "Do you want to try for yourself? I'll let you, but only if you give me a big smile. :)"

Sebastian shifted anxiously. "As I understand it, you have the ability to usher people towards... wherever spirits go to rest, heaven I presume. Now... does this only work on people who are near death, and are inhabiting a body? Or could you help put anyone to rest..?" There was a pause. "A restless spirit, or a lost specter, for example." A little more blunt than he intended, but he couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed in his request. "Could you help me?"

Sebastian's eye trailed away for a brief moment. It wasn't a touchy topic to him, really. For the most part, others were more upset by it than he was. "I... didn't quite have a childhood. When I was young, I was conscripted as a page, and was taken into the local Duke's castle, to be trained, and educated. When I grew older, I was moved up the ranks to be a Squire for one of the lesser knights. I was in my twenties by the time I was knighted, and by that time, I had spent my entire youth simply learning, and working tirelessly. I don't think poorly of the time spent, despite the stress, it was ultimately beneficial to me, and put me where I am-or uh... previously was." Sebastian spoke calmly, fidgeting with the side of his gauntlet absent mindedly, but remaining still for the most part.

"As for the ghosts... Our relationship is strenuous to say the least.... They... they don't belong here in this world. They need to move on. My sworn oath dictates I make death as swift and painless as possible. Making a foe suffer is dishonorable to the highest degree, and that is all they are doing here- suffering. I want to destroy them, and set them free but... They don't see it that way... They see freedom as being able to go where they please, not move onwards to heaven- it's wrong and-" He cut himself off, realizing how quickly he was talking, and how quickly his concern had made way for emotion to break through his stoic, professional tone. "I... apologize... its just a uh... a touchy topic, as you might say... to ah... to answer your question, only one friend, everyone else finds themselves in a gray area. They tend to fear me, honestly."

Do you remember anything of your childhood? If you do, what was it like overall? Also, in the mansion where you reside, what are the other spirits like? Any friends or enemies or acquaintances? 

"When I get angry or feel threatened I have a... rather unfortunate habit of pulling out canine teeth slightly too big for my mouth. It definitely gets the point across and usually scares people off, but can put me in a difficult position when dealing with humans. During my worst years of puberty I also kept transforming very randomly when getting overly emotional: sometimes my tail would pop up in class, sometimes my hands would turn into paws when I was climbing up a rope in a PE class; I actually had to quit the school there because I feared of getting caught.

As for howling and barking... I absolutely deny such accusations" 

(he totally does both of those things)

"When you're in your human form, and you get annoyed or surprised, do your canine traits ever show through? Apart from the tail and the ears, of course. I mean, do you start to bark or growl, or anything like that?"

"I'm sure it wouldn't kill me; the mechanisms are far too strong to be stopped by a little obstruction. It's more of a.. backup, in some sense. In this form, anyway - if I were in a more feral condition, I suppose.." He paused, placing a finger on his chin as he pondered. "..Yes, it would likely be fatal if I was in the right state for it. In a mortal, or even mortal presenting form, the internal organs are what keep my body functioning, like any other human - though, the clockwork is always there if something were to make those organs shut down. I don't think it works vice-versa, though. I doubt destroying the clockwork would actually keep me alive long enough for the body's organs to kick in, considering the bodily damage it would take to do so.."

"Hey, wait - 'if I act up'? What the hell are you implying?!"

"if anybody would be able to stick something between the mechanics of the clock on your back and keep it from going on further would that kill you and if not what kind of affect would it have on your body? I'm asking just to be sure, so that if you ever decide to act up I have a way to stop you~"

"I was not beaten down! how about you just don't go around asking questions about things other don't want to talk about?! because I'm sure you wouldn't just want to forget how you were held down and beaten and destroyed! I rather just deny and forget about it, like that people wont see my weaknesses on first glance."