Xanax Exkelseir's Questionnaire

I currently live slightly outside of Slough in the UK underneath a bar called The Rose & Crown.

It's a pretty spacious basement, all things considered, one of which is that the owners never used it. Yeah, I don't understand why either. Whatever the case, I got really lucky, the old couple didn't really care if I was living there as long as I wasn't disturbing business and I helped them out every-so-often.

Now for the question of why I'm living there. You see, I was a bit of a… homeless child, before I stumbled upon this place. The family had took pity on me and offered me a room to stay in the living area of the bar. After I had gotten back on my feet, I visited them quite often, until one visit turned sour from one of them getting a heart attack. The good news is that they survived. The bad news is that there was no way they could keep operating the bar with one of them out of commision so often.

Thus, I came to offer what I could, and started my permanent residency in the cellar, helping the couple (and any employees) out whenever needed.

Most of my job requires me to gather tons of data, sort them, analyze them, and write a paper outlining the conclusions that could be made from the data. This is sort of like gathering data at multiple points in space and time, then running them through many process to output information that is actually useful. 'Tis why my colleagues dubbed my job "Data Runner", in light of the fact that I liked sci-fi shows.

Sometimes, I'm called by the people upstairs to help lift or carry things. I don't get monetary pay from this work, but I always get destressed from working online when I do, so I guess I get paid in mental stability.

See, here's the thing: I'm bad at killing things. I don't like to kill things, nor do I like to harm things that don't harm me, because I'm really bad at doing it. Once, I trying to engage in cqc with a drunk dude, and got curb stomped like a bitch. So, again, I can't fight.

Now, I really want to secure the supernatural abnormalities in a safe a protected environment, then educate then so that they can reintegrate positively into society. That way everyone can work together in harmony to create a better future. Though this is an ambitious task, and I understand the connotations behind it, I truly think that if one takes it one step at a time, I'll be able to create a better future for everyone.

Now, again, I can't fight. So the idea I have is simple: find other Contractors (or create them), teach them about my ideology (or befriend them), and bestow them the ability to achieve what I cannot. Though… I still don't know how to do that.

Two, actually.

One was the abandonment of my original family. My parents had died in an attack by a supernatural attack, though I don't know what killed them. The result is the same however, and now I can only meet them when I die. Though, they could also be alive, but I've never been contacted by them, thus I concluded that the most likely result is that they've died. Every since then, I… don't know. It's not out of revenge that I seek to help the supernaturals, that wouldn't make sense, but the idea that "I can fix them" has lingered far longer in my head then anything else.

The second was the near-death of one of my caregivers above. They had nearly died, not out of any malleable causal effect, but of the absolute causal effect of time. That was the first time I felt fear. Not the fear of my life, but the fear of others. Where do they go? What do you see? What happens… when you die?

I can find out… but others don't need to. Ever.

I'm going to count the couple upstairs as one, or perhaps… the entire bar as one. The owners and employees are incredibly good to me, they treat me like family. I would do quite a lot (more than most people I assure you) to help them.

Another would probably be my company, or at least, my employer. He's a good friend of mine that I've known since middle school. He started his own company after graduating high school, delving into the economics of pyrotechnics and everything related to fire. Part of my job is to sort the orders he gets and compile them into understandable plans that he can then work on.

Finally, my therapist… and my current lover. You definitely wouldn't think of her as a therapist, considering how fragile she looks and how attitude-heavy she is, but her sharp personality and gorgeous raven eyes always pierce straight through me heart. I don't think I've ever tried to lie to her.

Those are the three of my most closest "people" I care about.

• The people of The Rose & Crown.
• My co-company, Phoenix Pyrotechnics, and specifically my middle school friend, Nick Hastings, the CEO.
• And Sapphire Raenoux, my close confidant, therapist, and lover.

I grew up in a nice household full of optimism and skepticism. I had a mother and a father, both of which were really happy to have me. And up until their untimely death, I had grown in a very careful environment. I was pretty privileged, I didn't need to worry about the necessities needed to live, and was told to take it easy and focus on studying.

Both my parents were strict individuals, but they had leniency when they needed it. They would never push me too hard, but just hard enough for me to understand.

Yes, I did attend school. I actually met my best friend there. At school though, I genuinely fit in to every clique that there were in my school, I was too normal… my habit of doing whatever I want without inconveniencing others had allowed me to know lots of tidbits of knowledge, along with playing a variety of games; at the expense of never truly fitting into a singular group. Though, I like it that way. Alone, but surrounded by friends who didn't know who I truly am.

It's kinda liberating.

Ah, my love, my life, Saph.

She was originally an HR representative before finishing her degree and becoming a therapist, where she would "rise in the ranks" and speak to so many individuals. She never limited herself to a certain branch of therapy either — she studied multiple branches, dealing with all sorts of (in my humble opinion) traumas. So many that, after about a a year after she left, I found her drowning her sorrows at the bar above.

There, my friends, is where the magic happened. I went up to do some work to relax, and I saw her being a sob at the bar. I usually don't recognize people so quickly, but I guess I just did for that one time. I had a talk with her and how she was doing, then she promptly passed out on my. Having no idea where she lived, I had suggested that she be put upstairs until she was sober, to which the staff agreed.

Of course, I couldn't leave her there, thus I waited for her to wake up. A few hours passed and I had gotten my computer from my room down under and starting working while overseeing her, and when she finally awoke, she embarrassingly apologized. It was then that I made a freudian slip, and implied that I had interest in her when she was still working with me, and as if The Power That Be had aligned the stars of fate, she took interest in me.

She says it's because I had a certain "vibe" to her discerning eyes, and that I had stay with her until now.

We got together that night, and since it was late, she slept over at my place down under, talking about how compatible we are. I found another reason to live that day, and sure it could be a bad idea to trust another so much, but I could never give it up now that I know what it feels like.

And, I mean, I've been happier ever since.