The second the interviewer finished her sentence, Stefan's facial expression immediately became a gloomy one as if he was just told a terrible truth. He quickly looked at his writing hand and sighed as he faced the interviewer. "Seeing the pain and destruction of the last stand in the angel demon war." Stefan quickly answers with a dark voice as his hand closes and tightens into a fist.

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The Interviewer watched each participant in the room, her mask glancing from each characters as she nodded periodically in understanding. The chandeliers above quivered again. The crystal that dangled above them chimed quietly, a distinct sound but not enough to grab anyone's attention but her. She kept her eye on it closely before she sighed. With a smooth exhale she turned her gaze towards everyone again.

"Hopping onto the next question," she announced with a chuckle, "What was the most scariest moment in your life~? A nightmare as a kid perhaps? A roller coaster ride?"

AAlbus's head tilted slightly, unable to find a real answer to the question. How long has it been since he ever truly felt fear before? Has he ever feared anything before? A second of puzzling, then, "I am sorry, but I am not programmed to feel fear, and therefore have no accounts to share. However, an experience of mine that would warrant the most fear for a typical gladiator would be the number of times now that I wavered between life and death after a hard battle. It is most dreadful and ominous, and I would very much like to avoid similar follies in the future." Was there not one point in his childhood where he felt fear? Was he always like this? The response definitely raised a red flag or two...

Hollywood paused for a moment, mostly to figure out a good sarcastic answer that would fit in with his alias, but a true one suddenly struck him like a sucker punch. After his parents died, he came rushing back home with no plan whatsoever, and funeral costs burned though most of the life insurance they had left behind. He had no idea how to save money, he had no job lined up and he and his brother where in mourning. He wasn't comprehending energy cost or the water bill, he was trying to figure everything out.

And even when he did finally figure something out, it still wasn't enough.

Hollywood was silent for a moment, his eyes dragging down. "It... it wasn't your typical kind of fear. Not like a monster from under the bed or just being up high. But..." He sighed, feeling his answer dragging on too long as the memory rose to the front of his mind, "The day the bank took the house."

Bek looked on with mild confusion. "Huh," he stated. "Scariest moment? I don't think I have anything like that. Then again, I don't really know much about myself, especially my childhood. All I can remember is being found covered in blood on a battlefield with nearly half a million corpses. Lots of blood. Lots and lots. Entrails, too. It felt kinda pleasant I guess, but at the same time, it felt wrong. I wasn't scared, but I guess that's the only real memory I have of anything resembling a childhood." He shrugs, and casually yawns. "Talking about it has me in the mood for some coffee. Is there anywhere I can get some?"

"Some beverages would be nice." Says Yrk. "I need some H2O energy to tell this story about how I took down an adult armadillo bear with a wet pair of pants."

Bek suddenly stopped moving entirely. This question... it affected him differently from the others. His eyes turned to slits, as he began to exude an aura of bloodlust. "I respectfully decline answering this particular question," he said in a tone inviting death to any who dared try to push him on this matter.

Yrk gets himself a milk tea and a coffee for Bek.

"Here." he says, as he gives it to Bek. "The only ones I ever knew were my mother and father. They were great parents. My father was a carpenter and a very good one. I would accidentally break our chairs and table due to my uncontrolled power at that time and he would just make a new one in a snap. He was also very artistic. My mother spent her afternoons teaching me math, science and social manners. She's the strict one." he says.

Yrk then takes a sip from his milk tea.

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The Interviewer pointed to the beverage bar at the right side of the room, before raising her hand to her mouth, or at least where her mouth would be if her mask didn't cover it, as she yawned.

"Next question then~! Do you have family or relatives? What are they like~?" She tilted her head, extremely curious to their answers. "Or if you have none that are currently alive what were they like?"

AAlbusUUmbra watched Bek and Yrk give their answers thoughtfully, paying close attention to Bek's shift in mood. As before, two white orbs softly materialized in the umbral recesses of his mask as well as on the back of his head where his eyes were- his curiosity got the better of him, and he silently stared into Bek's mind. What about his family angered him so? Was it abuse? A tragic event? Heritage? Occupation? As AAlbus surfed along the dark and wretched seas that were boiling on the surface of his mind, he again answered the interviewer's question in the same suspicious manner as before...

"Maybe I have a real one, maybe I have a lack thereof, or maybe another man like me has one- the answer cannot be easily brought to light."

Bek downs the entire cup of coffee in a gulp, ignoring the heat of it. His mind reveals absolutely nothing aside from a burning rage, all pointed to a single name: Nathaniel. Bek's eyes shift over to AAlbusUUmbra, and he shakes his head slightly. "Don't try it. I'm not in a good mood."

Hollywood was quiet for a moment, not because he was thinking, but more less because Bek's response threw him for a loop or two. That... really wasn't supposed to be how you react to your family. Maybe he would've stepped forward if he was sad or distraught, but he really didn't want to play any games with rage and hate so ignited. Slowly, he looked back to the interviewer. A light smile forms under his masks as he speaks.

"I have a brother, he's ten, tends to be pumped up and always manages to make me grin." His eyes drifted as he thought, but after a moment he shrugged casually and continued, "He's an innocent little guy, more likely to run from a fight than start it and really likes people. He's extremely social and loves asking questions. It can get irritating at time, but he's blood and I love him. He looks a lot like my mom, but he keeps his hair just about as combed as mine!" His ending chuckles cut off suddenly as he felt for the back of his hood, reaching over his head. Clearing his throat, he quit talking.

Sabine had walked in during the last question, and just observed, having missed most of the responses. When it was her turn she froze up, still mulling over Hollywood's response, but after a moment she slipped into a calmer more sentimental mindset.

"My parents. Adoptive parents." She made a face, hand lightly running over her stomach where she could feel the knotted scars writhing across her skin, thankfully hidden by her shirt. "Pappa is a hard working man, gruff outside with a soft and silly inside. Mon Pere never got cross at no one, he was always sort of stoic, but once you knew him he was soft as a kitten."

She smiled, reminiscing.

"And Mamma, she was a beautiful woman, dark hair and round almond eyes. I wish I could've looked like her before....." Sabine paused, taking in a shaky breath. "Before I made sleeping hard..." Sabine summed up the results of her still developing abilities and trouble during that time. She took a breath looking back to the interviewer, fingering her necklaces.

"She was the strongest lady you'd ever see there down in the Bayou, shot a gator right between the eyes once. Pappa nearly fainted when he opened the door and saw it on our stoop." She was laughing, face brightening as she shared her stories, bits of creole and french sneaking into her accent and vocabulary.

"They are both too wonderful. Too caring, too loving, too strong. If only I could've been the daughter they deserved. She would'a been amazing. Prettier than a magnolia in may and tougher than any gator's hide. Just like them. Would'a been a better cook too! I'm none to shabby, but nothing could match up to Mamma and Pappa's home-made meals. I hope they still cook for each other and the neighborhood. Every Sunday, sharing everything they got."

She looked down at her hands, suddenly quiet, figuring she'd bent everyone's ears enough with her childhood thoughts.

"Hi everyone! My name's Aiba. I'm a 16-year-old combatent in the wRHG tourneys....So, about my family, huh? Well, I actually have a big family" I said with a (at least attempted)friendly grin on my face.
"There's my mother, who currently owns one of the biggest corporations that sponsors the wRHG tournaments. Don't worry, I won't be the spoiled brat who would sue a person because they won against me fair and square. Also I have a stepdad, 3 brothers and 4 sisters,"
Pause. I crouch forward a little.
"But... I haven't communicated with most of them, except for my older brother and 2 of my sisters, including Haruka, one of my younger sisters. I'm glad that they still have concerns for me, even though I've been gone for so long"
The words that were flowing out of my mouth was from my heart. I hope they're not listening to this though. It's kinda embarrasing to talk about my family which I vaguely know about. Still, I love you guys.

Freewind continued to look at the floor as a tear rolled down his feathered face. "My parents were very kind and caring. They never once fought not even when the village ran out of food that one summer during the drought."

More tears rolled down his face as he remembered his brother and sister. "My brother was the oldest of the three of us. He was a hot-headed little fledgling. I used to look up to him as my role model in times of trouble. Then there was my sister. She was the next oldest and the kindest Griffin you would ever meet. She would always bring home an injured rabbit or baby deer and our parents would hell it up and tell her to let it go. That's all that I remember of my family."

The anthropomorphic griffin placed his head in his paws and cried over how much he missed them.