^ "I apologize. Perhaps I should say it one more time: Where is the overdue book? It's been exactly thirty minutes over the supposed due date and I've given you about a week! Otherwise I'm here to tell you that you will be fined [insert large $$$ amount here] if you don't return it in another hour. I understand that you enjoy the book but if you came to the library ahead of time to ask to rent the book again, I would have spared you the consequences. And I know you have the book with you, please give it back to me now or you'll be banned from the library forever."

< Caliban is quite strict when it comes to overdue books and would charge an enormous amount of money if you don't give it back in time. He'll be a bit sparing with the time frame, but if you don't drop off the book, he'll come for the book himself.

v "I assume you are here to study yes? May I ask for you to keep it down for the sake of the other students? Silence is the key rule in my library."

^ "oh my humble apology, I didn't want to disturb you, sir," he said. His face clearly locked in an expression of pure panic and..acceptance? "I'm afraid I'm lost, yes, lost.." He plucked at the end of his beard. "Sorry for my foul word but I'm Void forbid, so horrible with directions. I couldn't even find my way back home if I tried. And I..tried. Can you show me the way to the city center?" He asks. "I can get a kart from there."

< Horrible with directions, knows this about himself. He one time got lost in his backyard.

V "Oh, apologize for the disturbance but, " Xander said with a quick smile. "I've heard you're a pretty good, dancer? Is that right? Oh..how I love ballet" 

(I WOULD DIE FOR HER)

^. He rolled his eyes, purposefully ignoring her question. As the sirens rang out in the distance and the blaring alarms of several firetrucks pillared around the street's corner, his arms folded over his chest and he curled his top lip back in gentle annoyance. It was obvious she had seen him get thrown from the air and into the ground, and was curious as to if he was okay. A man his size, more or less a man at all shouldn't be able to survive such a scenario and get back to his feet without flinching. However, her questioning made him feel as if he was inept, or incapable. He was the hero here, not the civilian as she was... meaning it was more or less not her role to be ensuring his safety. "Just stop talking." Hissed out between clenched teeth. His eyes directed forward, their fiery color avoiding any contact with her's. 

<. Rane is unfortunately very self conscious about himself and being a hero. Though he is good at it and can take blows and save the people, when the people he works to save question him with even the best intentions, he almost feels as if they're questioning his capabilities. It makes him uncomfortable and as if he's not doing his job right.

 v. A dramatic sigh exhaled from his mouth and he shoved his shoulder into the stranger, passing them by with an almost arrogant strut. "Whatever. Mind your own business, okay? I don't need you to tell me how to live my life or what I should be doing."

^ - Svetlana pushed her hand against her chest as her eyebrows furrowed. "Me!? Tell you what to do?" she retorted while making the appropriate pointing gestures, first pointing at the other party, then back at herself. "I would never do such a thing! It's not my task to do those types of things anyways!" Her proclamation was so melodramatic that she puffed herself out, ever so slightly. Under her logic, if she received sass, she might as well give it back, and she was perfectly okay with that. No consideration was given to what would happen if she was the one initiating the conflict.

< - she's honestly a bit of an attention seeker due to years of being pushed aside by her relatives, especially her brother. this can manifest in a variety of ways, usually through excessively chatty behavior. (think of her as that person who constantly follows others around and tries initiating conversation with them, even when they ignore or rebuff her.) however, being demanding and expecting people to bend to her will after some badgering isn't something that'd be out of the question for her...

v - Squinting as much as she could, Svetlana pulled the thread through the needle before finally cutting off the excess with a scissors. She grinned to herself as she set down her equipment and lifted up a pale cream cotton dress, with lace around the sleeves and a black dotted pattern around the collar. "Hey, you, do you like this?" the woman asked almost too excitedly as she showed off the details with the utmost flair, "I spent so much time and textiles for this. I think this is what my brother would call my mag... Mag... Prize. So, what do you think?"

^ "Like O-M-G! That's, like, totally cute! I love the colors!" Aysun gushed, stars in his eyes as he looked at the dress. "Is that, like, for sale? I'd totally love to own it! Or could you make me one? I'll, like, pay your fee and everything!"

< Loves fashion. Helps with tailoring now and then at work.

v "Do you like fireworks? Omigosh, I LOVE them! I have some right now, actually! We should totally light them up!"

^ "I do love fireworks", the troublemaker mused. "But are those even allowed here?" His tone was teasing, but his eyes were warm. Truth to be told, he couldn't remember whether it was forbidden or not, but it was so much more fun to imagine that it was. A single day without breaking a rule would be a day wasted. And fireworks were meant for celebrating, right? If you lived life the way he did, there was always something worthy of celebration, no matter how small. "I have to admit though, I'd love to see them. Could we please light them?"

< He doesn't even even know how to light fireworks. He's never done it before himself.  Please stop him.

v "I don't mean to be forward, but are you quite alright?" Minkus tilted his head to the side inquisitively, his brows furrowed in worry. "You look rather ill, like you haven't slept in days."

^ Fitzgerald couldn't help but wince at the sudden tug of his arm. Immediately pulling it back, he thought for a second that it was coming from an overly needy child, or... Someone worse. His stomach dropped, expression changing from disgust to mortification for a split second, then back to disgust again. it all happened so fast that the young man actually had no idea it even occurred to him; everything, in short, was a blur. "Well, I believe you must be mistaken," he replied while showing the shiny rock he was holding, "Well, unless you're the type to eat rocks,. but I don't think you'd be that disinterested in the well-being of your teeth, yes?" He snickered - half-amused and half-contemptuous. "If you're so interested, though, just know that I was holding a rock I found nice until you almost made me drop it from pulling on my arm like that. Shall that suffice?"

< - ngl he'd probably have some actual food in his bag, but he wouldn't admit it because he thinks processed food is tacky. still, sometimes he has to eat while on the go, so... expect him to have some cookies, biscuits, and other sweets along with his research equipment in that inventory of his. he just happened not to have any on hand at that particular moment if I'm gonna be perfectly honest lmao-

v - With a huff, Fitzgerald crossed his arms before melodramatically lifting a hand and asking, "Excuse me, but can you give me the directions to the nearest fancy restaurant? I frankly don't care about what type it is at this point; I just really want to eat something that's appropriate to my status. Plus, my feet hurt, and I'm really not in the mood to do that much more walking at this very moment." The request was obviously quite forced, with Fitzgerald wandering around (and getting lost in) the streets for a solid hour before actually considering the idea of asking for help. It certainly didn't help that his tone had an obnoxious and off-putting drawl to it either.

^ Roswell looked at the younger man. His eye waa almost glimmering. "Ah, of caurse me gran' sir. oi nu wan not far from 'ere." He said. Roswell finally snapped away his eye from Fitz's fancy clothing and definite wealthy aura, do further in the street. A smile as sharp as daggers appeared on his face. "Do yer mind if oi walk witcha?" He asked. His grin even growing. "De streets are pure fierce at noight an' oi don't want ter see yer git 'urt."

< He's definitely going to rob him. I'm, so sorry.

V "Ah, ah 'oy oi miss 'ome... Me mum and paps, " he said snorting. His cheeks we're flashing red and his only eye teary. Oh, his breath smelled like booze and he was, definitely drunk. "Do yer miss yer home too sports?" He asked you.

^ Manslaughter didn't pay much mind to the stench of alcohol powerful on the man's breath. The way he talked, he was a funny thing to her. She squatted, hands on her knees. "No way!" she exclaimed, grinning wickedly under her mask, "They can all suck it! Don't miss them for a second!"

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< She actually does miss her mom. She's just too much of a dumb child to admit it. :pensive:

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V Manslaughter wrung her hands anxiously, moreso uncertain of her question, if even for half a second. "So, what? What about you?" The what? "What'd'you wanna be when you're grown up? I'm gonna be the next Jack! The... The British guy on YouTube! I wanna be like him..."

^ Hopper squeaked and backed away roughly five steps when Manslaughter started wringing her hands. He bit his lip at the question, feeling the blood drain from his face. "W-What do you mean Jack? What's a YouTube? Is that slang?" Jack. British guy. There was only one British Jack he knew, and that was Jack the Ripper! Clearly that mysterious person was giving him a warning sign with her hands earlier! Oh God, oh God this was it, he fell into a trap of talking to her. She was going to kill him!
"I... I want to stay alive when I grow up!" he yelled before running away.

< Not really a coward, but more paranoid that everything can and will kill him. Even though he's plenty strong enough to defend himself from just about anything.

v "What's your biggest fear?" the prince mumbled while looking over his shoulder every second.

^ - Glancing down at the scissors, then at the young individual, Walker scowled and responded with a sharp, "... Intruder? Intruder!? Who are you to call a proper lady an intruder? As surprising as it may be to you, it is indeed possible for someone like myself to walk through the alleyways at night, provided that there is a decent amount of lighting." She glanced around before sighing and rubbing her temples. Annnnd I just contradicted myself... Raising her brow, the middle-aged woman continued, this time more calmly, "Owing it is so dark at the moment, how about you be a gentleman and guide me back to a more crowded part of the city, hm? I am sure that it would do both of us a favor. But please, do put the scissors away; you have no idea what trouble you will get into if you use it on me." Her voice was still bitter, but it was nonetheless clear that she was trying to keep things cordial. Just in case...

< - out of everyone in the family, Walker is the most fond of traveling around on foot. probably because her fashion choice allows her to walk for the longest distance without getting tired. even then, she prefers not to do so because she doesn't like getting her shoes dirty. it's... kind of a necessary evil for her, to say the least.

v - "You know, sometimes I think about my father," Walker mused softly while putting her hand up to her chin, "He wasn't in my life for that long, but I do remember him teaching me a lot... Like how to control yourself, to anticipate rewards, and all that. He was a harsh yet effective individual, so I cannot help but admire him in hindsight. One could even call him my role model." Her voice was unusually subdued as she wrung her hands - something she normally disliked doing because of the ugly cracking her joints made when she did so - and looked down at the ground. "Out of curiosity, who is the most important figure in your life and why? How have they affected you then, and perhaps now?" she asked in an attempt to shift the subject slightly.