Basically what the title says. Except whatever number you choose is one of my characters you get to chat with and ask questions about! Whoever you choose will be glad to answer!
……most of them…….
(DETAILS: I will send a picture(s) of what the character looks like after you choose so you can get an idea of who you're dealing with :))
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Lucky number 12 ;-;
book
1? lol
(so sorry, I realize this is going to die quickly, but I will be taking a two-week break from Notebook. Thank you for understanding. I will start this up again when i get back.)
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(Alrighty!)
(Hey! I'm Back!!!! Since @Undeniable_Force picked first, I'm going to bring in number 12…)
A boy about 18 or so walks into the room.
(https://www.artbreeder.com/image/d5ff9494e84ac4d56cc59d702488)
"Hey. My name's Robert." He takes a seat, "I was told to tell you that you can ask me three questions and I'll answer them best I can. So, ask away."
(all 13 characters are from the same universe btw)
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(Ooo fun)
(Also he's cute ;-;)
I tilt my head and smile.
"Hey, Robert." I say, sitting down across from him. "How are you? Yes, that is my first question."
(hehe thanks ^///^)
Robert grins a little at your warmness.
"I'm doing pretty good, to answer honestly. How are you?"
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I chuckle.
"Pretty good, all things considered," I reply. "Do you have any pets, or animals that you just generally hang out with but don't own?"
He perks up.
"Yes! Uh– to the second one," he grins crookedly to show his slight embarrassment, "His name is Gusty. He's a timber wolf, but bigger than a normal one. It's because he's a Guardian. A Guardian protects an Imperium Weapon, and gains its powers too. For example, my Imperium Weapon is the Shield of Wind, and Gusty is its Guardian and has wind powers. He can't talk, exactly, but I can kind of understand what he, uh, says." He sighs, "I did not explain that very well…"
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I shake my head and laugh quietly. "No, I get it. Gusty is a sort of. . . spirit. He guards a particular thing and only allows one person to use it, right? Like a haunted sword."
He shrugs.
"Basically."
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I grin. "I may have dumbed it down a bit too much, but I'm glad it worked."
I take a breath. "Now, final question. Is there anybody you like, or have a crush on?"
He thinks for a minute.
"Good question… There was this girl at my old village that I liked to hang out with. But I haven't seen her in two years." He shrugs.
"Alright, well, I better go. Nice talking with you!" He leaves with a wave and a smile.
Tribus, if you please.
(0-0 is that a three???)
(Imo. That would be a three.)
(okay!!! lol)
(right then, number three….)
A sliver-haired man steps into the room, his age looking younger than he actually is…
(https://www.artbreeder.com/image/882a1353468451f060f25c85654b)
"Good evening. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"
I bow politely and come up smiling, my perfect white teeth flashing in the light.
"Ave. I am Visio. And who are you?" I ask.
"Arrthyus," the man replies, taking a small bow as well. He likes how polite you are. "My students call me Master."
"Since I am not a student, nor am I a friend - for now, I think - I shall call you my equal," I reply. "I hope life has been treating you well, Par Arrthyus."
He nods in agreement.
"It has. Though, with teenage students I'm constantly on some sort of adventure. Speaking of which, I have left them unattended." He takes a seat, "Ask me three questions and I will answer them before I must depart."
I smile and stay standing, folding my hands elegantly behind my back.
"What are you - as in, what manner of creature are you - what do you teach, and how are you here?" I ask.
Arrthyus smiles at the unique questions.
"I am human." He says, "And I teach the way of knights mixed with kyokushin. As for being here, my friend has brought me." He gestures over to me and I wave.
"Authors' magic," I say with a wink.
I chuckle, nodding quietly for a moment.
"Merely human. Chivalry and self-taught discipline. And by the grace of the gods," I summarize.
I wave back at you before turning back to Arrthyus. "Would you mind me asking one last question, Par Arrthyus? I know your time here is short, but humour me."
Arrthyus cocks his head, intrigued.
"Go on."
"What is your purpose?" I ask.
