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Ora was quiet a moment as she thought about, the movements on her face active again. "Interesting is a loaded word, to be honest. Who I find most interesting, is Patrick, of course. In fact I can be a fair amount odd about it. By nature what I find interesting I experiment with, document, and analyze. Recently, for example, we discovered Pat has a certain natural defense against blades, unless they are spelled or unnaturally sharp. Upon finding this out I insisted on testing out different blades and their effects on him, all for his own safety of course. However, he had to inform me that it's not exactly a pleasant scene, turning around to find the love of your life attempting to stab you in the back with a steak knife." Ora let out a small sigh, "The steak knife didn't even break his skin...yet he still got cranky when I brought out a machete."

She leaned forward slightly, "You see, I write everything down in a notebook which is devoted solely to him...a notebook he's made a few efforts to destroy."

"Pat is interesting to me, but I suppose I can't say he's the most interesting person I know if we're considering from an outside perspective. That would have likely been Digger."

"Digger lives in the Nether Realm. It's a place much like this one. In between a lot of other places, filled with lost things, dust...lots of dust, a few doorways that open at random when a big dust storm blows in...and then Digger with his shovel Charlene." Ora smiled, "Zerubabel Digger and his shovel cannot leave the Nether Realm. I'm not sure how long he's been there, and I don't think he knows either. He re-digs a grave every day. Whether that grave is his, or someone else's, I don't know, but it always remains empty...and he says it will, until he gets lucky."

"He's an odd man. He helped train me when I was lost and confused teenager stumbling into the nether realm. A lot of lost things stumbled into the nether realm." Her smile sharpened slightly, "and that b***h of a shovel is how I lost my damn toe."

Ora nodded, "I don't know either, which makes it interesting. Though I have a hard time seeing Digger wanting to kill anyone that badly. Perhaps death's release...but once again, can't be sure."

She let out a small sigh and glanced down at her foot. A boot covered it, but inside that boot her small toe was just a stub. "The shovel has a vicious personality, and is sentient. She liked to appear at random beneath my feet to make me fall down on my face. She was a horrible thing, and she hated me. Kind of like Patty hates me, but the shovel is meaner.

"She didn't hate me at first, but at first I wasn't aware she was anything more than a shovel named Charlene. Digger was trying to teach me some basic weaponry skills using his shovel. When I couldn't do the requested task I let out a loud rant that a shovel was not a weapon, would never be a weapon," Ora paused to chuckle, "the whole time Digger's face was going a bit pale as he tried to tell me to stop, saying something about Charlene and her temper. And then I went on to insult that particular shovel...rusted, ugly, what could it honestly do to anyone when it could barely dig a grave." Ora's smile went sharp, showing a bit of teeth, "And then she slipped right out of my hand, dropping like a heavy rock, and sliced off the top of my small toe with a quick snap of sound."

"It was a lesson well learned." Ora said, glancing away from her boot. She quietly leaned back with a small smile. "Hmm, yes I did. A chinese sword. It was broken. It shattered when I tangled with someone who was far too powerful to tangle with. I was given the broken parts back, but I can't fix it, or use it. It's life in my hands has ended when I chose to fight a battle I shouldn't. It will have a life again, some day. It's ownership is granted only by being passed down from a teacher to a student. And it will be fixed and usable again, when I pass it down in turn. I still wait to know to whom I will pass the sword. But for now I keep it safe."

Ora let out a quick laugh, "I'm my father's daughter, I can go without food or water for a fair amount longer than a normal human. But I never say no to anything that's flavored with sour green-apple. Sour green-apple lollipops are one of my favorites. I also like the taffy, and the slushies."

She glanced over at the frozen Ruby, "We all tend to have our favorite little flavors."

Ora grinned, "The color sometimes plays into it, but only with Ruby and myself. We both have always been drawn to specific colors for specific reasons. I was raised to believe a green man was the sole purpose of my entire world. I wore green, I played with green toys, and I had my mother use food coloring to make my macaroni and cheese green. As for Ruby, she's always been connected to her three favorite colors, white, red and pink.

"The rest of them aren't nearly as obsessive on colors and food. Pen for instance, her favorite food is pumpkin, and her favorite color is violet, both of which she hid from view during her life in the Kore. Minerva is just a fan of pasta. Midna is a pineapple fan and likes orange. Sahira isn't particularly partial to a specific food though she can't cook it herself, and depends entirely on her husband to feed her...and her children screamed in terror when she tried to cook for them." Ora pulled out a sour apple candy stick with french writing on the wrapper.

"I'm not so grand a cook either, I will grudgingly have to admit...in fact there was one moment Sahira and I tried to cook breakfast together. However, I believe I'm capable of learning to cook. I don't think she is...at least not earth food."

Ora tilted her head curiously, "Do you have a favorite? Of your characters, one that appeals to you the most?"