"I don't care if you're lying to me, that's such an entertaining story that I'd like it to be true! That seems like a terribly ineffective way to assassinate someone, though. ...On what floor was your office, anyway? How do you suppose they got it up the stairs?" There's a pause, and a twinkle enters Maeve's eye. "Do you suppose they pushed it into the elevator?"

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"Normally, when members of my species die, the ground we're buried in becomes incredibly fertile. There's a large part of me that wonders what would happen if I were to die in a barren, charred wasteland. Could my death bring life to forsaken ground, I wonder?"

Miles listens to all this, falling uncharacteristically silent as he thinks about what he heard. Finally, after some time of consideration, he speaks: "If what you say is true, then it'd be only logical it'd help the barren land to nourish, no? I don't know what kind of life would rise from beneath the soil though, but surely there must be something! It might not last for long though, as barren wasteland won't change into something else just because there is a one small area that nourishes - that life will be surely sapped away by the harsh environment." 

He looks at the ground, then back at Maeve. 

"But... I think a short lived life of plants in a wasteland is still nicer than there having never been anything at all, I think." 

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"I don't know awfully much about flowers, or plants, really - we had roses in the garden of my old home, but a gardener took care of them and we were't allowed to touch them. It's not like I have much anything to do with flowers now either, but I do like to watch the gardener in the mansion I now work in to do his work. I think it's relaxing, and I think he really likes the work he does. I like my own work too, but I don't think I feel the same kind of dedication and love for it as that man feels for his flowers."  

"I understand the relaxing qualities of watching one tend to a garden. My mother had quite an extensive garden herself, and watching her tend to her herbs and flowers was always a welcomed part of my routine. It is amazing to see how the care that they give to those plants causes them to bloom so beautifully."

Colette pauses for a moment, thinking over what information to indulge. After some thought, she rolls up on of her sleeves and points to some stitching that wraps around her elbow. "I have a lot of stories behind my stitches, but this one is one of my more curious. This was from when a dog that I had met got a tad too rough in his attempts at playing. I do not feel any ill will towards him; he most likely assumed that I was like one of his own toys. It took me quite some time to retrieve my arm, though, as he kept running away in order to play some more."

John winces, "I'm sorry about that..." He rubs the back of his neck, "Us canines tend to... forget other beings can be fragile and break easily. My boyfriend was in a similar situation, though I saved him from getting ripped up by a toddler..." He stuttered, "D-Don't ask... Long story..."

John shifts a bit, sipping his coffee awkwardly, "I am secretly working on a big project to study on and work with psychology patients of non-humans and hopefully assist them... Us non-humans are rather... Heh, well, we're screwed in the human world if we need medical or mental help... or legal or anything at all, I'm trying to change that."

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Ryn takes a long look at the amulet, then the face of the ambassador, and raises an eyebrow.

"Huh. That's pretty cool. I... See what you mean about the eyes though." 

"And oh, hey," Ryn slips a pendant out from under his own shirt. It's a plain black plastic disc, about half the size of his palm, unembelished. "Not as, uh, spooky as your situation, but I gotta wear these things," He tugs up a sleeve to display a plain, black band of similar fashion clasped around his wrist, "Stop me accidentally frying stuff with my magic. For the most part, anyway."

"Oh man look at this f-ckin' thing though," He grins, and fishes a phone out of his pocket-- a little brick of a thing with an actual numberpad. It's got a screen the size of a postage stamp, and pixels big enough to count individually. One corner looks slightly melted. "Everyone thinks I'm a dealer or something, but nah, I just can't afford to spend more than $20 on a phone. Generating random EM disturbance like I do really f-cks with electronics. If you think this is sad you should see my laptop... Or what's left of it, heh."

He blinked while raising a brow. "huh. That's good for you I guess." He chuckled. "You're correct. We're all screwed up in our own ways, aren't we? I encourage you to keep doing your own thing."

Ryuunosuke's glasses fogged up in disapppintment as he pointed to a slap mark on his left cheek. "...I figured it wouldn't hurt to cheer up some random people in the streets for at least a few times, so I went around offering to show them some cool magic tricks." He furrowed his brow in irritation as he pushed up his glasses. "There just had to be that one person who thought I was being a creeper or some sort of a scammer, hence I got this stupid red mark on my face.

"My friend, I can relate to you on that" Carlos looks to the side with a vacant expression for just a moment remembering how he'd asked a girl at the bar if she'd like to see his bird... which she of course took wrong "Humans are complicated if your ask me. They're so quick to assume the worst and judge you as dangerous or a sexual predator.... but then again they are a prey species so I guess its in their nature as a survival thing huh? Hey let's see those magic tricks ey? Impress me" 

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"I don't think I'm that bad. I mean I might prey on the odd human once in a while to survive and sure I might mooch off a few, but I don't see how that's any worse than the mass slaughter humans perform both on animals and on each other every day? I mean if you work in a slaughter house it's just your job right? and if you kill a bunch of folk in a war you're a war hero? But I'm the monster because I do what I gotta do to survive? Ok sure!" Carlos shrugs, the look on his face showed his annoyance for the situation
"Fact of the matter is I don't think I'll ever understand humans!"

(I edited but its more or less the same, I just fixed it a bit cause I originally typed it on my phone and it didn't read very well)

"Exactly. Humans are simply nothing more than cattle to those of us who sustain ourselves with their lifeforce. And when so many of them are dedicating themselves to slaughtering us in turn, why bother giving them any consideration? I'd rather not be made to feel guilty over my meals."

"The first time I burned a victim's house down, it was an accident, you know. She struggled, and we ended up knocking over quite a bit of furniture, including some candles she had going. The fire spread as I feasted, and I didn't bother to do anything about it. There was something... fascinating about the way the flames danced throughout the building. I've intentionally done it ever since."

Eon: "half demon half angel huh? I have to say I've never met anyone like that before! I wonder how the anatomy of that works? Is there magic involved?"

Aeon: "WOO! Better burn that party to the GROUND while ya still can!! I know I would!!"

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"You could say I have a split personality. Well, I'm actually two people in one body! Aeon is the side of me who's driven by emotions, and Eon is driven by logic! It can be hard living like this, but we manage!"