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//sorry, JoJo reference XD

Anything you want to know about the world and setting of Luminous.

(In case I haven't planned that far yet, I'll make it up on the spot.)

Anything unclear about the plot? The characters? Or medieval culture? Or why in the three lands did Meya do whatever she did? Fire away!

In case they're major spoilers, I'll leave you with a cliffhanger ^^.

Ask them anything, and they will answer you themselves. Comment on their performance in the story so far. Or just give them some encouragement! They need them!

AU (Alternate Universe) stuff (i.e. Hogwarts Houses, reflection in Mirror of Erised, Patronuses, Boggart etc. //Why are they all from Harry Potter?) are also welcome!

I come from Thailand. I live and work in Japan. Want to know more about life in these countries? Ask away!

I'm still by all means an amateur, but I'll answer you to the best of my ability!

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Greetings, distinguished guests. It is an honor to receive you all today. We appreciate your questions. This is a splendid opportunity for the four of us to examine ourselves, and strive for betterment.

Does it have to be this formal? I didn't know you could add "-ment" to "better".

Which is why I insist on more reading lessons.

Well, you're kind of overdoing it, brother. You're spooking the fans away.

Not "fans", Zier. They're supposed to be our patrons. We mustn't take them for granted.

Exactly, Arinel. So, without further ado, let us start with the first question. Zier, would you mind? You're nearest to the bag.

Because you planted it in front of me.

Guys, please! The rent is expensive here in The Crimson Hog!

Why worry, Lady? The longer this goes on, the more we get to eat (throws nougats into mouth). (muffled voice) Plus, it's all Hadrian gold, anyway.

(mutters) Best wife in the three lands.

(rummages in drawstring bag and draws out a strip of paper) All right. First question. Here we go,

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Which Deathly Hallow would Meya, Coris, Arinel and Marin choose?

Aw, that's swell. They replaced me with Marin!

(squeezes Zier's shoulder) I'm sure they meant to include you.

Deathly Hallows, huh. The wand, the stone, and the cloak, right?

I'm tempted by the wand. How simple it would be to make Latakia fall in line with such a powerful weapon in our hands. Pretty much the way we Hadrians controlled the royal council with the Axel.

No surprises there. You've always been a tyrant in making.

I won't need to be one if the adults running this land actually have an idea what they're doing.

And you think you do?

I thought you once told me a good strategist must value unbiased outside opinion?

(starts) You're right. (sighs deeply and rakes back his hair) Guess I still couldn't be trusted with power, could I?

(shrugs) Maybe someday. When you learn to stop using that big brain of yours to exploit and manipulate and lie.

I don't know. I guess it's becoming second nature.

If you could learn it, then you could unlearn it.

Spoken like a true alchemist. What about you, Arinel? What would you choose?

At the risk of being somewhat predictable, I'd say the stone.

Ah, your mother, right? Of course you'd want to get to know her.

I'd love to talk to her about alchemy, whether she approves of me following in her steps when it killed her. Better yet if she'd scold Father for keeping me away from it. And I've always wanted to know exactly what happened the night she died. I know they said she looked like she was sleeping, but I want to know if it hurt when they took me out of her. I want to say sorry that they couldn't save her, too...

You'll probably take the cloak, right, Meya?

Ah, I hate being obvious. Can't help it, I guess. Everyone I know is still alive, and I'd rather clear things up with them while they still are if I could help it.

So, you don't believe in the afterlife? Freda's Caldera?

There are many things I doubt about Freda. I prefer not to hedge all my bets on there being a second chance at life. And say, what's the point of achieving your dreams in the afterlife, if it doesn't affect your real life anymore? You get what I'm saying?

As a matter of fact, I do. Guess I should expect no less from the girl who offered me her virginity just to persuade me to live life to the fullest. Ow! (punched in the arm by a furiously blushing Meya)

So, what would you do with the cloak?

Oh, wagonloads of stuff. The laws I could break, the stuff I could steal, the pranks I could avoid...and pull. I've always thought my life would be a lot easier, if I could hide my glowing eyes, apparently.

Of course, I wouldn't want to go about my whole life with a veil over my head. It's not that I don't want to be seen. Of course, I want to be seen! I just want to be seen for something other than my eyes. So, you know, only when the need arises (shrugs).

What if the choice is between being a human with the power of invisibility, or being a dragon? What would you choose?

(freezes) Huh. Wow. Uh...I dunno. Guess I need some time to mull it over. And even so, I might change my mind occasionally. Hmm...

(chuckles fondly as he rocks her head back and forth) No rush. Take your time. In the meantime...you're up, little brother. What would you choose?

(blinks) Oh. You're not gonna guess first?

You're a tough one to crack. I'd do better to just ask.

Really? I thought it'd be obvious.

No, it isn't.

It is.

Tis not.

Tis, too.

Are you two ladies suggesting that you know my brother better than me?

Well, you two haven't been on the best of terms. Even now.

Yeah, you've been a bit of an arse, my liege.

(snorts) A bit? You're adorable. Anyway, ladies, would you care to enlighten my poor brother for me?

The cloak, is it?

Best wife in the three lands (high fives Meya while gloating over at Coris).

How come? I was betting on the wand.

(stretches her bare palm towards Coris then wiggled her fingers) Then cough up, Emerald Stone Boy. I want a new stone.

(responds with a wry smile) Of course, May Queen. What say you to a hunk of Rose Crystal as big as my—Ow!

(Meya yanks Coris's cheeky cheek. Eyes watering, Coris flourished a hand at Zier)

Apologies, Zier. Do continue with your enlightenment.

(Swallows down laughter) Well, I could defend myself and my loved ones well enough without that wand. The one thing I can't run from is the name I'm born with.

(downcast) Ah, I should've guessed.

(shrugs dejectedly) You've always relished the limelight, Coris. You couldn't imagine the number of times I wished I could just disappear and be somewhere else, someone else. Anyone else. I just couldn't do what you do. I don't know how you do it.

Well, it's not entirely your fault. You've never had responsibility and necessity pressing down on you before. You were the spare. And I was the heir. Still, it's been six years since I was slated for an early death, Zier. I thought you would've stopped running and stood your ground long since.

Well, you thought wrong. For once.

He believes in you, Zier. And you should, yourself. You could do better. You just couldn't be bothered to.

Oh, Freda. Not you, too.

You know I always do what's right, Zier. And because I care about you, I expect you to do the same. For your own sake.

Even at your expense?

Even at my expense. What's love without a few sacrifices here and there? You can't always get everything you want in life.

(Zier hangs his head glumly and picked at the lint on his clothes. Arinel leans in, desperate, pleading,)

Well, think about it. And try? Please?

(Zier seems immensely conflicted. To lighten the mood, Meya changes the subject)

Wait. We still haven't tackled Marin's.

She's back at your home, isn't she? We'll just have the author deliver us her response later in writing, then.

It's kind of weird. My sister having a babe. It feels like she suddenly became Mum or something.

Yeah. Not to mention she did it with your best friend, too.

(grimaces)...Exactly.

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Meya, is there anything between you and Coris yet?

Or are you still "friends"? Same question for Coris as well.

Whoa. Jackpot.

So...who should start? (turns to Meya and gestures at door) Do you want me to step outside for a bit?

(frowns) Wh—Why so? It's pretty clear that we're no longer friends, isn't it? We've come clean with each other, after all....that day.

(blushes slightly) Yes. That day.

(blushes and tucks her hair behind her ear) I just try not to think about the future too much, though. I know ours is asking for the near impossible. Me being a peasant and a dragon, and you being a noble and sickly and a habitual liar and all. I just try to enjoy what we have right now.

(smile meekly at 'habitual liar') Same for me. It's my first time winging it, though. The way I do things, I usually have them all planned out before hand, every step of the way, all pros and cons weighed. (chuckles to himself, then meets Meya's gaze) But I guess there's no planning for someone like you. (shakes his head) You're utterly unpredictable.

(shrugs with a wan smile) I just want to keep some hope alive, Coris. I know it sounds naive, but I feel like...so long as I have hope that you will, you might just keep on living on and on like this. And we can save Latakia together...and dragons can live with people happily forever...and your parents might accept me as your Lady...and someday, we might have a babe together....

(Coris studies Meya, mesmerized, as she babbles on with hope. He raises an eyebrow at her last statement)

(smiles gently, yet sadly) You don't strike me as a motherly type.

(gives a forced smile back with a shrug) You said it yourself. I'm unpredictable.

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Meya, chillax about your heritage. You're a dragon, for Freda's sake.

(disgruntled) Yeah, well. The thing is, being a dragon in these three lands, it's no cause for celebration. I dunno about your land, but that definitely isn't the thing here.

Yeah. See what happened to Agnes? We had it much worse during the War of Independence. Everybody hates dragons here, and in all of Nostra's colonies. Greeneyes are smart to go into hid— (breaks off as he notices Meya's expression)

Uh...Apologies, Meya.

(putting his arm around the shaken Meya's shoulder and glaring at his brother) Most tactful, Zier. It's not like she's just gotten over her depression.

I said I'm sorry, alright?

(pats Zier's arm in consolation and warning) All this means is we've got our job cut out for us. We're going to change Latakia's mind about dragons, aren't we, Meya?

Yeah, well. It just seems a whole lot more impossible now that you guys laid it out like that.

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What rune would Meya draw if she had Clary's powers (Mortal Instruments)?

The author said she hasn't read this series yet, but from what she's gathered, Shadowhunters brand runes on themselves which would grant them power. She's stumbled upon a rune list from a fan-made site as well. Here.

(grabs it with great enthusiasm) RUNES?! And they grant you powers, too? Oh, Freda. Let me just get all of them.

Even Agony here? I daresay you have more than enough of that already?

I reckon that's for the enemy? Still, I wouldn't wish what I'm suffering on anyone. Save for whomever killed Beau, I guess.

...Yeah, I guess he deserves it.

I'd love to get myself Communication, though. I'm hopeless with words...and humans.

Eidetic memory would be very convenient for an alchemist.

Hold it. There's a rune for Good fortune as well? I should get one on my forehead, two on my arms, two on my legs and one on my neck, then. Fyre, every part of me could use some fortune. Even my winds passes loudly without warning.

What your bowels need isn't a rune of good fortune, but a diet consisting less of Morel's nougats. They're chock full of peanuts, Meya. That's why you're so bloated.

I'm not fond of Morel, but I won't trade her nougats for anything. What about you, Coris? Which rune would you like?

Hmm...I'd love to Speak in tongues. I love the feel of different languages when they flow past my lips. And I've always wanted to know what my dogs and horses are saying.

Well, just be careful not to use it during mating season (high fives Zier).

(pouts in annoyance) Please don't tarnish the memory of my precious pups.

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Which Hogwarts Houses would each main character be in the Harry Potter world?

The author, being a huge fan of the Harry Potter series, has already burned up two e-mail addresses to take all the tests on Pottermore, and couldn't retake them.

Still, she believed in the might of the Potterheads, and found this wonderful site called , which created exact replicas of all the tests on Pottermore, sans the limit of times you can take it. They even provided an extended test with ALL the available questions, and a commentary, too.

So, everyone, draw up your parchments, we'll be going through the extended Sorting together, in real time.

Ugh, I hate these stuff. Why do we people so love putting labels on and separating each other? Besides, there are no right answers!

I love them, though. The one test I don't have to copy Brother for—Apart from swordcraft and riding.

I've always loved personality tests—Fooling them, that is.

Well, be honest for once, will you, Coris? For the patrons?

(sly smirk) I'll try.

(A/N: See all the questions and choices here: http://wizardmore.com/sorting-hat-x/)

Huh? What's that got to with anything?

In what context?

Just go with your gut. Choose the one you like best. It's a personality test.

Ah...Dawn, I guess. Back in the Famine, Mum always said the Famine will be gone by the dawn. And I've always liked the color of the dawn sky. It's like my hair.

Dusk for me. I don't like waking up at the crack of dawn.

What a half-arsed reason.

Doesn't say anywhere that it has to be a romantic one. What is yours?

The dusk is soothing for me. It fits my lyre song, too. Ari likes the dawn, though.

I don't like nighttime. I'm always scared a fire will break out in my sleep. I was supposed to die along with my mother that night, after all. Fyre must have felt cheated. It's a childish fear, I know, but I just can't help it.

I'm a prodigy. Naturally, I would vehemently object to being called ignorant. I strive to always be informed and resourceful.

Hmm...ordinary for me I guess.

I seem to recall you sobbing and cursing Freda for not allowing you to be normal?

That's in the sense that I want to be a normal human, not a Greeneye and not the Song of May Day. I'm poor. I'm a peasant. I'm not pretty. Which makes me no different from pretty much the whole of Latakia. And I'm only extraordinary in weird ways I don't want to be. I don't know. I guess Freda just wants to spite me.

I guess it's selfish for me. I slapped Meya back in the forest for that very offense. I still can't get over the Famine. What about you, Zier?

Cowardly. I already know I'm a coward and a traitor to my own family. There's no need to hammer it in.

I'd take the black one. Seems interesting.