Who do you prefer? (IC version)

     NV stared at the person asking for a moment, eye slightly wide. They shook their head. No, that's right. This wasn't Caelestis, it was Akasa, the kind person that bought them clothes. That name, though... They couldn't help but feel like they'd heard it before. Was it because of the other man mentioned? The one described as the wind? They'd met him before, but only once, and for a brief time. He seemed very cold and judgmental. How could Akasa be connected to him? Maybe... they know each other?
     "I've only met your friend once," NV mentioned quietly. "He was very elegant and regal. He commanded a lot of respect, deserved too. You're very lucky to know him. I've known Caelestis more, though, and..." Their voice drifted off, and their gaze dropped to their fumbling thumbs. "I like spending time with him... I did. He was sweet and thoughtful. Whenever he talked to me, it felt like he saw me as a person, not a monster, or a freak. I felt... normal; happy." They narrowed their eye sorrowfully. "I wish I could be with him more, but I'm not strong enough. I'm scared of hurting him... but I already have, too."
     After a thoughtful moment, NV sighed then looked at Akasa once more. "I'm sorry, I rambled. Both are good options, but because I know Caelestis more I would prefer him." They nearly picked Samir for fear of hurting their friend's feelings.
     But, just this once, they wanted to be true to their feelings.

"I've only heard of these people, but I'm not sure which one I'd want to meet more. What about you? Smiley or Ken?"

He glances over to them, uncrossing his legs to look at the photographs in the newspaper they point at. The first one is of a man (or so he assumes so) with a bag on his head. A famous 'killer' so to say, with..blood markings on said bag? He's not sure what those are. The second is of a rather pretty face that he's already met several times before, one who he's surprised to see. "Oi? Give me that paper a moment, mate." Without giving a warning or waiting, he rudely hassles the pamphlet away from them, turning it over and squinting as he leans in to get a closer look. And indeed, it was exactly who he thought it was. That tiny hint of a scowl made it certain.

The corner of his lips twitch into a smile and he sits up straighter, offering the paper back out to NV. "I've never been one for tying the knot, but I think I'd be one lucky sod if I somehow landed up with Kenshin. Think it'd be my luck that I'd end up at the altar in Vegas with the other one though." He muses a laugh, referencing Smiley.

"Well go on, then. Tell me which you'd rather run into, mate. Chase or Retro?"

"I've just learned those two words from school. Their names sound familiar!" The smalling put his hand under chin as if what an adult would do. "Literal-ly, "Retro" is a nice word, it means a style right?" 

Ruimte is not actually sure lurking from bar to bar is legal for himself, doesn't sounds as a good active they could do together. As the youngling boy never actually meet an angel or like, he would like to learn. Will the other man give him the proof that him should believe? Ruimte once see in school, human school, the art of eloquentia is pretty a interesting thing! And the topic is about "angel", can't help for Ruimte the alien to study more about other magical entity.

"And, people said that you can grand wishes. Does that make you a fairy godfather too?" Weird magic stuffs are not rare in this town, Ruimte could have some relatives back in where he from, whom could do something like that as well. Kid is still a kid after all, he would love to hear some magical story from Retro before he is called home for dinner, even though not sure what kind of magical is that.

"So, I just moved to town so I do not know much people. My classmate who own a restaurant, and the high-light lady who buy in the gorcery?

"Your classmate does sound like a nice young lady." Maybe she just wanted to try the food... but that was a valid point, wasn't it? But she also really felt the aspect of seemingly being the only normal person surrounded by people who lost their minds... or something like that. "I hope she is alright though? I heard that part of town isn't that great..." Ying mumbled, a bit concerned for someone she hadn't even met. The girl was probably strong enough to deal with anything on her own if necessary, right? 

Aaaanyway... "Do you think her restaurant is still open? I may be a bit hungry..." she admitted, awkwardly skratching her neck. But even if she wasn't, Xiu did not really sound like her type of person, if she was honest. She just seemed... a bit superficial.

"Okay, help me settle an argument. Who do you prefer? Aden or Set? They're both a pain to deal with but I have to ask anyway..."

(v I love the "slab of unrecognizable roadkill" xD thank you so much for reviving this ♥)

For Orianna, it was like choosing between a slab of unrecognizable roadkill and a living, breathing kitten. She scoffed at Ying, but then, with a smile, answered so simply, "I'm so tired of people with sticks up their asses. I figure it's an easy preference for Set."

After all, he was sweeter in some ways. She thought so, anyway. Digging to find someone's kindness was never her cup of tea, and even then, to play with like-minded people was more her deal. Set had this atmosphere, so to speak, that was something she could agree and identify with. Maybe she should find him, she thought, as she then added, "He seems entirely more friendly is all, but I'm sure Aden isn't so bad. Maybe we can all go get some curry bread."

"..I've been thinking a lot about them, lately." said Orianna, "Barely related to picking between them -- I don't care for that when it comes to myself -- but I figure it would be funny to hear your input. Would you rather spend time with Nerine or Odette?"

Amory looked at the two options closely her mechanics whirring inside her. "Odette seems rather nice and chill. I'd prefer to be with her and around her" She spoke as she straightened back up. "We could go flower picking, in silence, however." Her mind... well her computer parts all thought the same things Nerine seemed... Sketchy. Possibly a danger to Amory. She felt she would get along with Odette tho, even if it was just barely.

Amory looked at the person in front of her. "Would you rather be near Cronan or Mila?"

"Cronan looks like he's gone through some stuff, and it looks like that's pretty true, too. I can see why he's like he is, and I appreciate how diligently he's looking over his forest and all, but I think I'd give it to Mila. She seems awfully sweet and I'd feel pretty welcomed instantly. She comes off as that type that would wait for someone walking with them instead of have them walk behind her."

"Check it out," Jackson beamed while he set down a picture of Adrien and Alcott. "Both are pretty cool, huh? But I want your opinion first, who do you think is better?"

"Hey wait a second!" Adrien was quick to snatch up a picture of...well...Adrien.  Tapping it over and over as he spoke with Jackson, "We share a name dude, it should be obvious that Adrien was going to be my choice. Brother in arms and all that." He let out a snort, starting to fold the picture into a paper air plane before...well tossing it lightly at Jackson's head. "Perhaps I jumped the gun, I should give this other guy a chance but I can't do my bro like that now." Ugh, this cat was rather dramatic. 

"So my ex has a rather...big family- don't comment on the ex thing- and I'm curious what people think about his siblings- let me show you." Adrien fished out his phone, flipping between the two choices, "Mine is a rather sweet girl, and provides support when needed. But there is also Dos whose more of a 'tough love' kinda guy, tells you what you need to hear, not what you want." 

Ryn gives a lilting hum of interest as he takes both photos. Compares them.

"They're both cute."

He peers closer. Not really sure what he's looking for. God, they both really are though. Crazy they're not from some superstar modeling agency or something--they both got a similar sort of unsmiling beauty about them.

"Especially Ali," he decides. The collar's adding something to it, certainly, but all that aside, the guy is so crazily perfect it's hard to believe he's looking at an actual person. They both are. There's something about the guy that's putting Ryn off, though--like, there's just a bit too much torture in those big blue eyes.

"...She looks like she could kill me. I like that in a chick." And he laughs. He seems to catch something, and squints a bit at the photo again. "Woah, do I recognise her? She's famous, or something..." He clicks his fingers, trying to figure out what's familiar. "The composer, right? Like, not that I'm cultured or anything." Talented and scary!

Another moment's silence, as he contemplates.

"Yeah, gonna go with Isolde."

Psychedelic funk, the two crustiest words in the English language, form a repugnant lovechild upon the stage before you. No, that's a stretch--the band are killin' it--it's only that Ryn hates this kind of music. But, he's mates with two of the guys, and any excuse for a night out is a good one... so here you both are. During an appropriate intermission (read: bass solo), Ryn leans back in his seat, toward you, to ask:

"Hey, who's your favorite: big rig on the guitar, or that cool cat on bass?"

     So this was funk and psychedelics.
     En sat near the bar's counter and stared at the band with wide eyes. He always knew classical music because it was all his brother would play, but this was so much different! It was loud and aggressive, but emotional and inspiring. Maybe this was his calling, maybe this was the kind of music he was meant to play!

     He snapped out of it when Ryn asked him something. En, after needing the question repeated, paused to think back to them on stage. The bass player looked so entranced in his music, and even though it was a bass instrument he was able to hear it clearly. Every note was played with purpose and was done so effortlessly. That guy was a true musician; he looked like he'd be too successful to talk to and it intimidated the prince.

     Speaking of intimidating, there was Heron. En had the pleasure of meeting him a few times, even getting his life saved by him during a swimming exercise incident. He never knew just how well he could perform, too. He was scary even on stage, yet his music spoke more for him. It gave different emotions and blended well with the others, stealing the spotlight whenever it was time to shine. Both he and the bass player were skilled, En felt as jealous as he was inspired. In the end, though, if he had to pick one...

     "I've met Heron before," he told Ryn. "I like being around him. He's scary, but I can tell he's a good guy. N-Not like the bass player isn't!"

"If I had to pick between which of these two to see... I don't know," En scratched his head. "I'd love to see Allegro again, but I've never met my dad. Maybe he'd be just as great." He turned to you and held out their pictures. "What about you? Who would you pick?"

"Hm.." Marco scratched his chin. He took a moment to answer, but only to observe the pictures. In fact, he decided on which he'd pick fairly quickly.
He could understand Ens wish to meet his father very well. Being curious about the person who took part in your existence is very normal, of course. But.. Marco had experience with that. He didn't get to know Allegro, but heard almost only good things about him. On the other hand, he can't recall En ever talking about his father.
"I'd go with your brother." Marco said, pointing at the late princes picture. "You knew him, right? And he was kind. It's the safe option." His gaze darkened. "In my experience long lost fathers don't really care about you anyways... Who knows maybe he's a demon lord, only coming back for you so you can take his place, because your narcissistic mother-" Don't go off-topic. "... I don't like talking about family..."

"Okay, so... If you had to pick between a destructive, but fun demon or a "relatively nice" vampire.. Who would you rather spend time with?"

Dr. Athanasiadis asked further about the two individuals Marco mentioned, tapping his chin as he is thinking for his answer. Looking up the two photographs of said individuals, the professor had a hard time to choose.  "These people have interesting talents and abilities, aren't they?"

The professor looked up Luke's photograph as much as trying to remember the details about him "This other person seems to be... troublesome. He's hard to handle based from the actions you told me a while ago..." The professor listened to more details about Luke "A desire for a leaderless society and viewed the government as flawed part of society, we have the same view but his actions seems more disruptive, aggressive, and dangerous rather than helpful and communal to achieve that..."

After talking about Luke and his photograph, the professor pointed a photograph of a vampiric man. "However, I find kyrios Alois to be a fascinating one. You told me they have kind of abilities in them, I never heard this kind of powers before..."

Dr. Athanasiadis, despite being born vampire, he doesn't bear any magical abilities at all. Hearing someone with any extraordinary abilities amazes him, regardless of kind. "I would like to find out more about this individual, I never met a vampire like him before." 

When Marco mentioned about Alois' interest in fruits, the professor replied "Ah, that's perfect, this social center has a farm nearby and we do have fruits dedicated for night dwellers and blood drinkers like me and him. Same nutrients as blood."

The professor held two different photographs from a dusty, old, photo album. "I have two children who are currently living as far as the neighborhood of Exarcheia in Athens. Two of them have their own lives, but one thing about them is they have different talents."

"I know you never heard of them before" He handed out the photographs of two people, one is a tough, stoic man wearing a coat and makeup, and one is an eccentric person with a huge, teased up hair and dressed as if it was in the 19th century. "One is Archimedes, who is a brilliant engineer but a cold man... and the other one is Alkinoos who is a philosophy professor in Athens, the one with a strong mind but a terrible singer..."

"Hmmmmm," Sugar Cookie hums loudly, childishly. "I get that some people like the serious, brooding vibe, but since I was raised-- literally, from a ball of dough-- with four other goofs, I'm gonna have to say I'd prefer Alkinoos over Archimedes as a visitor at the bakery! It's easier to smile when the people around you want to smile too, and that's what it's all about for me! Though hopefully their distaste for kitchenware only counts if it's antique... otherwise, there might be a problem. Heh."

"Oh, that reminds me! Two of my, uhh, brothers, are fighting about who's better. Better at what? I don't know! But if you had to choose... Lemon Meringue, or Mint Choco Cheesecake?"