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"I probably should be," Quint argued, grinning, "After that long, don't think it would have been taboo.." After, he whistled sloowly.

"Need anything?" He asked somewhat suddenly.

"Uh.." He was somewhat embarassed to say, "No, not really."

"I was uh.. pretty busy, trying to get stuff made."

"You're not an adult, so..." Quint found a quick release to his shyness, sticking out his tongue slightly at his sister.

That was simply confusing. "Thanks?"

He was still quite tired, but he was going to wait until all were ready for rest, but once Morrigan turned her back, he watched on in intrigue, wondering what was going on with her hair. Taking the glass into his hand, Quint sloshed it around a little, watching how small bubbles rose to the top, popping almost with invitation.

"Me?" Quint asked, almost as if he didn't hear. After looking at the drink for a while, he took a sip, the very act of bringing it to his face refreshing, like his body knew what was coming in.

Talk about a rush! Instantly, each and every finger, toe, and part inbetween felt warm, own legs wanting to run a mile that instant. Lighter each part of Quint's being became, and saw that even the seconds clock looked to be slower, his reaction on edge. Unable to help the grin, he had to ask Morrigan.

"Wow, does it feel this good everytime?"

"I'd stick around too, if there was promises with more of this!" Quint exclaimed, momentatily looking past what she had said. Luckily for him, his rational side was somehow intact, telling to stop and breathe.

Trying to slow his rapid heart, Quint would have spoke with a sort of groove, but had a hard time finding the 'right' words.

Suddenly, a gruff voice overtook him, reciting a line from his past: "Well, you know, you just try to play well, and if your team plays well with you, then that spells championships."

Sorry about that.. Quint said chuckling a little, but having regained himself, he remarked on Roan.

She's..different. He began, at a loss for a word for her chaotic tendancies. Apparently, she was human, but some weird ritual took place, and now she gained these near limitless powers, gained a fairly large troop of loyal, deadly allies, and, I think, feels she's unstoppable.

He sighed then, But that's just the thing, she's awesomely powerful.. I couldn't take her before, but since joining up with her -- sort of long story -- I was able to find out a little more about Roan, like the writings on her body.

Back to the desk Quint went, now picking up the thick folder, the only one unlabeled. Opening it, he flied through the papers, finding a close up picture of one of Roan's arms, it light up during some type of aggression. These marks, which seem to be Hebrew, almost look to allow her access to her skills..

Quint sighed again, this time in frustration over ignorace, But here's where I'm stuck.. I have no idea wether they're for her strength, or simply amplify already dormant power. Neither do I even know if getting rid of them, somehow, would even do anything.. It would seem that Roan wasn't high on his list. Morrigan didn't even ask all that, and yet, there it was.

Like I was saying.. Quint continued, taking notice of, but not interupting the conversation for, Dante, Those texts are somehow connected with her very being, and I can hypothesize that without them, 'Roan'.. He did this with visible fingertip quotation marks, to emphasize her current state of mind, Would either cease to exist, or revert back to her human host.

Furthermore.. Quint seemed to have a secret, with a finger pointed roofwards, but lost it quickly. Wracking his brain currently was quite a current from the lady in question herself, and Quint'll tell you: It was right under the lower extreme of intolerability.

Jumped getting..in..jumped..getting out.. He was able to squeeze out to his tormentor, while taking that same pointed hand and putting it palm first to his temple, trying to push the pain aside with his fist. It was a great thing that Morrigan gave Quint the elixir when she did, or otherwise he'd be on the ground, curled up from the pain.

I'll..be right back.. Forcing a not-so-believable smile from his lips, Quint exited the room, feet shuffling quickly to his restroom, where he shut the door, hard.

You heard me then, didn't you? Quint sat on the closed lid of the toliet, face buried inside his palms. If someone was able to pry his stiff fingers from his skull, they'd see a face determined enough to smile in the eyes what most people saw as death. If I'm so..wrong, then why are you.. pissed off? Even with the liquid fire ravaging through his mind, Quint kept his breaths long and deep, preventing hyperventalation. Wouldn't want that heart beating too quickly..