ALL OF THEM THAT YOU HAVEN'T DONE YET (Aralyn what no)
RAMUH: How do you feel about thunderstorms?
Shrugs. "An act of nature. They were common in the land of my youth, and I enjoyed listening to the thunder and watching the sky alight with levin. 'Tis still something that I find...nostalgic, almost."
ODIN: What weapons do you favor and why?
"As a-- as an arcanist, my weapon of choice is my magic and grimoire. One manipulates one's own aether to cast such spells, and they are effective." He pauses, smiling grimly. "I find it ironic that that the repertoire of arcanima tends towards disease and poison, given the fate of Nym, the kingdom of scholars -- one of arcanima's sister disciplines."
LEVIATHAN: What’s your favorite thing to do in the water?
More shrugging. "I do not enjoy the water, as such. I enjoy the rain, but...I see no appeal in frolicking in the substance."
BAHAMUT: How do you feel about flying?
This time, a smile. "Master Garlond is a great man, and his bringing the airship to us was a blessing. I quite enjoy them, myself...how else are wingless beings such as us to experience a thing such as flight?"
ALEXANDER: How do you feel about honesty?
"'Tis important. Lies have a way of catching up to thee when thou least want them to."
DIABOLOS: How do you feel about darkness?
An involuntary shudder. "I like it not. It...creeps, consumes. One cannot know what lies in the darkness....the Void, it is, and things of the Void are the most dangerous creatures of all." He closes his eyes, hand tracing the scar on his forehead, hidden beneath the hood.
VALEFOR: What’s your favorite color and why?
"...." Thinks. Smiles slightly. "'Tis an odd choice, but...yellow. A pale yellow, to be precise." It's the color of hair and wings, someone he holds dear. "That, or dark blue."
IXION: What’s your favorite mythical creature and why?
"Faeries." The answer is immediate, and really there needs no explanation.
ANIMA: What’s a nightmare of yours?
He closes his eyes, and for a moment there's naught but darkness in his mind's eye, black and crimson, and a shattered dark blue crystal...and bodies, so many of them...a small winged one, some of them little green lizard-beasts, pale eyes lightless, and his friends...his dear friends....and a demonic laugh...
"....Failing the ones I care for," he answers, as if that encompasses everything.