These Things are Like PLAGUE

[fearful_symmetry]

Here are the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a very personal nature.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions.

From onikins 
1. Done anything you ever regretted?
2. How do you know that dancing idiot?
3. Why did you really help my pack?
4. Any place you'd settle on if y'could?
5. How come yer bands are funny lookin'?

1. Never. It's the things I've failed to do that keep me up nights.
2. A long story involving a jewel heist, a busted sprinkler system and a newly waxed floor.
3. It never hurts to have a potential adversary in your debt, and I didn't feel like having to prove anything to the local septs. Besides, I was bored out of my mind. Hadn't had a decent scrap in weeks at that point.
4. My heart belongs to Southeast Asia...especially Thailand and Cambodia. But it's been broken by the infighting there so many times that I can hardly bear to look at it on a map. Maybe one day.
5. SILENCE WOMAN! It's genetics and you KNOW it's gorgeous!

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[sunnotshadows.livejournal.com]

Shall I do this? Oui, I think I shall.

[burning-bryghte.livejournal.com]

1. Do you prefer the human world to your...other options? Why?
2. I've not met your Comtesse yet. What's she like?
3. What's the one thing you would never ask of me?
4. At best guess, given the way time differs in the faerie realms, how old are you? *has been concerned for sometime that Amarante might actually be the elder*
5. Where are you most ticklish?

[sunnotshadows.livejournal.com]

1. Non, indeed for a long time I quite preferred where I was to the life that I was thrown into, and there were many times that I longed to return to where I had been. Ah, let me explain? There is something so vastly peaceful about where I was where I spent my time learning, honing my skills and abilities. Solitary, oui. But there was nothing that I truly missed, and so many memories I wished to leave behind. Over time there was healing, both mental and physical. Learning acceptance of what and who I was, what and who I became. Now however? I would indeed miss who I had met, the lives that I had the pleasure to bind myself to, in friendship and more. At one time I wished to live my existence there, to never leave. Now? I can see myself someday going back, but not forever. Not to stay. There is too much that would draw me back to this existence.

2. 2. She is… *bright smile* She is the sun, and the I tree that blooms beneath her glory. She is wild, imperious, fierce, and beautiful. I have loved her since I was but a small child, Linette. Serious, she is quite calm and collected in public, and warm in the privacy of conversation. Loyal, willful – she communed with angels and demons both to return the soul of her husband to his body after his death some four hundred years ago. She is my queen, and I her subject; she is my teacher and I her student. When I was young she saw in me potential and gave me the wings with which to fly. When I was older, she herself initiated me into the ways of women’s mysteries and there is a great closeness there between us still. And now? She is my lady. And as such, I tolerate her Lord. *wink*

3. I would never ask you to give up your freedom and stay with me, that which is the same to you as your breathing I think. Such is the reason that I would never seek to possess you alone; for love cannot be captured and held in a cage, but only allowed to bloom and grow as it wills.

4. I was born in nineteen twenty-nine. *reaches up and touches her chest, where the scar is hidden behind cloth then speaks quietly* I was given this in June of nineteen forty-four. I was fifteen at the time and one of a very few survivors of a great massacre that I cannot, to this day, speak of without… non. We shall let the dead stay dead, s'il vous plait? In nineteen forty-five, after having healed enough to travel, I left France and went to the Fortunate Isles, where I trained until I turned twenty-three, and obtained my priestess-hood. From there I went into an extended time of solitary contemplation and training in a place and time where I barely saw anything outside of those spirits and souls that taught me. That's where I was, and that's where I stayed until oh perhaps two or three years ago when need summoned me back to this world and my Lady Faelyn’s side. So let me think. That would make fifty-three years of solitude and training among the plant devas' yes? I believe that is correct.

5. Ticklish? *bright laughter* There are several spots, many of which you now know of! My ribs being the most obvious of those. The most ticklish to me, I think; would be on my back, near the base of my spine where the nerve cluster is – non, perhaps that is simply the most sensitive? Hmm, I think perhaps that I must still say that my lower back is indeed the most ticklish of all.

[just2hands.livejournal.com]

... *deep breath* Go for it!

[burning-bryghte.livejournal.com]

1. Do you realize what games you play? I find it so hard to imagine otherwise, yet...
2. What are your thoughts on healthcare reform?
3. Did you find it difficult to acclimate to life in the States after your childhood?
4. Have you ever used your gift for purely selfish reasons?
5. Did you really think a quick and dirty Photoshop job would do the trick?

[just2hands.livejournal.com]

1. Do you mean my discussions with people, or the fact that I always and endlessly wind up with my foot firmly lodged in my mouth, up to the kneecap? I will say that the things I mean to say, though they are quite logical and common sense when I think them? Once they are said aloud they very often take on a life of their own that has nothing to do with what I had been thinking of initially. What I hear up here *taps head* sounds normal. What comes out of my mouth often gets me into quite a bit of trouble.

2. I am quite for a type of healthcare reform, but as to the particulars? I don't think that they have all the necessary requirements hashed out yet. As it is now, too many people who are ill or injured and who need help do not go to their doctors when something happens due to lack of any health care insurance. So the illness gets worse, or the injury compounds and - it's a bad scene for everyone, because they then end up in the emergency room having invasive surgery... or they could end up crippled or dead. And you can't tell me that the United States doesn't have enough money to cover the cost. If they can give money to a car company? They can spend the money to give people who need it some health care.

3. I most certainly did. The only similarity was that we moved from one ocean/beach area to another. But this one was so much colder! There we had uniforms to go to school, there I was part of a large family unit with uncles and aunts, so many relatives. Here there were only a few, although more have come to live here in the US over time. Here children were so much… wilder, undisciplined it seemed. Or perhaps more unattended? There I knew the language, here I had to learn it (although my father was teaching me English at home). There my father was unique because of his skin tone, here I and my brothers were um, unique. And again, over there was the distant but real threat of war, the reality of death. Every family knew someone or someone’s relative who had been murdered by either armies or roving military units. Villages that had been destroyed, families disappeared – someone knew the stories, adults would pass on the tale. And us children, if we stopped playing long enough? Would listen. But then, I think back home was so much more colorful than when I first moved to the United States. Loud colors, bright, joyous designs were everywhere it seemed. In the clothing, on the walls; the United States seemed quite drab when I arrived. White houses, and blue jeans rather than the oranges, the yellows and greens, the blues and bright reds – ah, the colors of home! This, I think, is why I have so many colors in my room; it feels like home to me. And probably why I LOVE the color of my motorcycle, even though it’s not quite what would be expected for me to ride

4. My gift to find someone? Once Deadpool let me know what it was that I had? *slight darkening about the cheekbones* I use it occasionally just to touch the threads of my family; both my birth family and this one here, to feel and be certain that they are alright. Have I hunted them down with the knowledge I would have of where they were? No. Have I thought about it, just to – oh, say – mess with Ashley a bit? *quick grin* I have thought about it, haven’t done it yet. But it’s becoming second nature for me to reach out and feel for Oni, for Neph and Logan and the others. Just to make certain that they are alive; just to make certain that they are where I can reach them if something happened. Is that selfish? Perhaps. But I can accept that.

5. The photoshop job has worked so far; at least none of my classmates or professors have seemed to have recognized me as the ‘girl on the motorcycle’. Of course, a lot of my classmates are dead or missing now, so who’s to say, right? *shrug*

[onikins.livejournal.com]

Tits fer tat, oui?

[burning-bryghte.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure it's a singuluar tit, however that works.

1. Why do you cling so hard to the label "monster?"
2. If you could change any one thing (an object, an event, a person), what would it be?
3. Are you deathly allergic to anything?
4. Ever left this continent?
5. What in the name of the Virgin Mother attacked you? (http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2009/10/04/91376508.jpg) And I'm not even talking about the shirt: I mean that HAIR.

[onikins.livejournal.com]

But we digress

1. [Shrugs] Tell the truth an' shame the Devil, I suppose.
2. [Furtive glances] I'd move some o' this-- [Gesturing to her rump] --Up here. [Pointing at her chest]
3. Allergic? Not that it matters-- With my digestion, I might as well be allergic t'seafood.
4. Yes. Goddamn Wade and his goddamn teleporter sent me an' Logan into South America.
5. It's no worse than YOUR stripes Thought I'd try it on fer size-- It's not all it's cracked up to be xP