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.: Of course I heard my dear. Havent you heard the old wives tale that to say the Devil's name is to summon him? As for why Im... peeved, I would appreciate it if you DIDNT go running off handing out information about me ad hoc to all and sundry. So much for granting you further power, your loyalties.. like so many.. fall to the prettiest face. Fickle. Weak.
I expected more of you. You killed for me, feel like telling THAT to this woman who so has you all captivated? Tell her... if she wants to know about me, she's best off asking at the source. It is MY choice to tell or not to tell, and who knows? Maybe YOU'LL learn something too. Like not to cross me, CHILD. I am a much bigger and badder wolf than you know, and I WILL blow your house down... Seek me out. Bring your business to me. :.

*the voice again brought agony with it, ripping through Quints head before abruptly... it was gone, leaving only a lingering image of Roan's shrine at the pier, and a dull ache in her wake*

Geez... whispered another familiar voice in the back of Quint's mind. Instead of direct, searing pain it seemed to have much more subtle quality to it, like the sound of an a underground river from the surface.

You know, having a psychic shouting match is like sending up a signal flare while sneaking into a girl's dormitory, the voice quipped with a quiet chuckle. Fun, but not nearly as stealthy. I'm surprised Red doesn't know that... but then again, maybe she probably thinks she can afford to be careless.

A chibi-Gatz popped up on Quint's shoulder, letting out a tiny sigh as it did so.

"You know, the whole point of me saying 'Red' was kind of to avoid using names," he grumbled. "Names draw attention, as I think you've learned. Mostly I just contacted you like that to show you I could; and as a test. Speaking in person like this via a small projection is actually much more secure." Gatz made as if to check a watch he didn't have and looked around, checking for someone.

"... Well, I suppose we'll know if she heard me in a bit," he said matter-of-factly. "Since Red's the hub of the connection, all that has to pass through her. Calculating thing she is I'd bet she always has a lot on her mind, though. So the theory is that if you're really quiet, her own thoughts will drown out your message as it passes her ears." He smiled up at Quint.

"Like the sound of the experiment so far, professor?"

"Ok.." Sierra drew out that word, rolling attention away from Quint for the moment. She was watchful of the man who had strolled in after Morrigan, figuring he was with her. However, that didn't mean she'd leave him be. After all, he had yet to say anything.

"How are we today, Mister..?" Sierra asked his name.

((He thinks that without it, Rioushu's signature weapon, his fighting prowess would be seriously challenged. However, since he doesn't know anything about the power Rioushu has, he could be quite surprised once they battle..))

In his head, an imaginary clock was counting upwards, just passing one minute. Sixty seconds without a retailation from the service provider, so Quint smirked then, thinking Gatz' plan had worked.

We'll likely be able to hide out from ponies here.. He surpressed the laughter from his thoughts, You always have the best ideas, Rover. This talking in code thing was already turning out to be fun. Partly because of Quint's own childish behavior, but mostly in the fact that Roan did have at least one flaw with something of hers, and where there's one, it is likely that there are others.

Too feverent. Quick to conculsions. Many things could describe what Quint had done, once again misunderstanding another person, becoming very hasty on what must be the truth. Lesson learned, or, with his current record, taught.

Exasperated with himself, Quint spoke a bit lower and deeper, Well, there goes that theory.

Bright side, look on the bright side..

At least that's better than walking into an unwinnable game! Quint smirked, not so much forcing as pushing a good thought out.

Fantastic. His clock must'ive been off. Before the words appeared on his walls, Quint spoke to Gatz, eyes falling to the floor. Dude, can't Bleu do something about this? He asked simply, referring to her computer, and their mental connection. Once looking up, Quint saw the blood stains, reading them with some wonder. These words, looking to be some type of scripture, were already annoying to Quint, who had learned not twenty seconds ago that those markings meant nothing. It was..okay to learn though.

He wondered for a minute wether he should call her out by one choice name, but decided against it; now was a time for action, and calling her a b***h wouldn't have gone over well with the queen of them all.

Breathing fully to get extra blood into his head, Quint rose quickly, fast enough for Gatz to want to hold on, if he were to stay perched. Walking back into his living room, Quint looked up on that wall, finding its condition to be just like the bathroom.

Quint spoke as if he knew exactly what had just happened, which was saying a lot, I take it you know where that came from, Dante. Quint walked over to the wall, examining the stains. The blood was caked, as if it had been there for days, and a smell was beginning to eminate from the letters.

..And for some reason, that smell began to drive him wild. Perhaps the blood's placer had left some familiar stench.. With his heart gradually beating faster, Quint's corneas darkened, and he hunched over, slowly breathing harder, harder. It felt as if stopping was impossible to do, body reacting without confirmation from the supposed master, the mind. Whosever blood this was, it send his body into a frenzy, and when he turned around, his glare was more of a beast than a man.

Still, there was at least some sane sarcastic self, ETA: Five Minutes, Ms. C.

Without a word to Sierra, Morrigan, or Dante, Quint walked past them all to the open door, and once past the doorway, went into a full sprint, going so far as jumping out of an open window, wings easily branching out for flight. Apparently, noone telepathically wrote on his walls with blood and got away from it.