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"Geez." Stefan whispers as he sees this. "Chase already is gonna have a bad time." As Stefan says this he quickly moves in the air and kicks skinnyclaw right off sending him/her away from Chase.

Rubbing his nose where Skinnyclaw bit him, Chase says, "Thanks, man."
Now that Skinnyclaw isn't preventing him from falling, Chase joins in the free-fall.

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(I was thinking that Stefan would take it back someday in a fight between chase and him.)

#That's a good idea.

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"Geez." Stefan whispers as he sees this. "Chase already is gonna have a bad time." As Stefan says this he quickly moves in the air and kicks skinnyclaw right off sending him/her away from Chase.

Oh goody, more antics. Since the interviewer seemed to be taking her sweet time coming up with the next question, AAlbusUUmbra decided to just watch the show until the interviewer got back around to business. The first thing he saw upon rolling over to the noisy ones was Skinnyclaw tumbling through the air away from Chase, with Stefan about a meter away from him. It didn't take psychic powers to guess what he missed over the last 10 seconds. AAlbus rolled onto his stomach and folded his arms under his chin like he was sitting on a carpet floor and observed the ongoing activity...

Again.

Chase, in free fall, maneuvers to where he is falling back first and rests his hands on his head.
"I thought this was an interview..."
Chase notices AAlbus.
"And you are, might I ask?"

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Chase, in free fall, maneuvers to where he is falling back first and rests his hands on his head.
"I thought this was an interview..."
Chase notices AAlbus.
"And you are, might I ask?"

"The newest thorn in Stefan's side, apparently," AAlbus jested. "In the arena, I am known as AAlbusUUmbra. I'm known for being a psychic, a cyborg, a grand martial artist, a scientist, a millionaire, and- regrettably- a man cursed with misfortune." He performed an elegant bow in his free-fall.

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#Attention everyone! I have edited the rules of this interview and ask everyone who are participating to review them closely. Thank you.

#I hear that! Are we getting the next question, now?

#No, of course not. As you are just new to the thread, I shall tell you that I have at least a week or more gap between questions.

Stefan rolls up his right arm's sleeve revealing a huge amount of glowing runes. "Well I got this."
"The 'great' bloodline of my family."

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The Interviewer sighed and placed her middle finger and thumb together and snapped her fingers. It was a loud reverberating sound, almost seeming like it was coming from deep within their mind. The sky began to crack below them revealing a large gaping hole of shadows. One by one they fell into the the abyss and then back to consciousness. They were still in the main interview room. The lakeside view was still seen through the glass panes, there were still food and drinks on the middle table and each and everyone of them were exactly where they were before they fell.

The Interviewer's mask hid her expression but her stature and voice held a sort of disappointment reminiscent of a child who couldn't go outside to play.

"Next question then," she said, landing back down to the soft carpeted floor. "Do you have any scars? Tattoos? Birthmarks? Other unique physical features?"

Slag scoffed and simply made a gesture to his entire body and the many scars that covered his being. The one most prevalent his missing right eye and the scar that covered most the ride side of his face and wrapped its way around to the back of his skull deliberately. He stared at the interviewer for a second thinking,
"I was never much of a rough and tumble guy until my powers awoke. I'm still not to be honest, most of these scars are not due to my want to fight but because I can't stand by and let those I care for get hurt. I gave my eye for a friend and it was worth it."

He turned to Stefan, "Nice, those are cute."

Chase leaned against a wall.
"I got a few tattoos from when I do my travels."

Brandy, still in freewindgriffin's body, eyes all around the room, realizing that they're no longer free-falling. She examined her body and made a quick apology.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry, sir!" she said to his conscious and exits out of his body, like a ghost being exorcised from a host.

Brandy collapses to the floor and slowly ascends from the soft carpet. She brushed herself off and sat calmly and nervously upon her assigned chair. She looked around the room momentarily and answered to the Interviewer's question.

"Tattoo? Not a big fan, but I was about to a long time ago. I was planning to have a little musical note on my right shoulder," Brandy replied, pointing at the exact spot on where she wants her tattoo on her shoulder.

"Originally, my hair color was black, but I decided to bleach it white because at times, I... got tired of my hair color and wanted to look a bit fresh," she added.

Skinnyclaw is seen laying on the carpet with the bones of Rome and Julie scattered around her as if she's laying on a bone pile. She hesitates to move, but does answer her question.

"I wear makeup 'cuz it's fun! Tattoos aren't fun 'cuz they stick to your skin, and it hurts, too," she replied.

#I think I'll join in and play a bit.

Bek wasn't exactly one for flashy entrances, but neither was he one who enjoyed boring things. So, rather than simply open the door and walk in like a normal person would, he came in with fireworks. Holding up his hand, he reveals the runic circles etched in. "Got these right here. I've also got something else, though, I can't exactly show that off, seeing as it's personal. Can't talk about what any of them do, either, cuz that's a secret~"

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He turned to Stefan, "Nice, those are cute."

"Thanks asshole." Stefan quickly answers as he looks at slag with an angry stare. "These 'cute' things are responsible for millions of deaths before, now and in the future." He continues and rolls down his sleeves. "YOU EVER HURT STEFAN'S FEELINGS AGAIN AND YOU'RE DEAD!" An angry voice whispers in Lags ear with an unearthly sound.

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"Thanks asshole." Stefan quickly answers as he looks at slag with an angry stare. "These 'cute' things are responsible for millions of deaths before, now and in the future." He continues and rolls down his sleeves. "YOU EVER HURT STEFAN'S FEELINGS AGAIN AND YOU'RE DEAD!" An angry voice whispers in Lags ear with an unearthly sound.

Slag smiled smoke coming from his mouth as he spoke and his eye burned with a smoldering fire. "Welcome to try friend, as far as I'm concerned It was a simple comment I meant nothing by it." Slag stood up and pulled a cigar from his vest pocket lighting it with a match he breathed it in deep. As he exhaled the smoke formed a gun and he silently whispered "Bang!" as the harmless smoke dissipated. "But again you are welcome to try, Like I said not all that rough and tumble but Haven;t had a good scrap in a while. Maybe later we can have a go out of here, a "friendly spar" ,eh?"

Slag laughed walking over to the window as to make sure not to disturb everyone else, with his habit for tobacco.

"Hey, kid you know you're not the only one'd who's got shit going on. So don't act as if you're "runes" and millions of people dying is such a big deal. Happens everyday its apart of life." Slag breathed out his hand going absently to a scar on his lip, his voice sad and hurting.