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"Stop saying that! He's no such thing. The first bit that tipped me off something was wrong was that he...tried something." keeping pace with Morgaine was hard enough, doing it while holding onto the cross even more so "That creature behind him, it frightens me."

Brushing off Chanti's comment, she walked up to the beast. "Alright, let's see if it's got bite for all it's good looks." making a detour, she took both of Quin's arms and started to drag him away "I can't believe I'm saving the guy, that is if his demon doesn't attack me."

"See Chanti? The guy solved it himself." Morgan let go of the man and had him drop back to the floor "Remeber that I'll be happy to see you later." she paused "You're both invited if you're still worried, but now I have to get back to the others. Goodbye."

"Oh I'll be fine, I'll need some rest." he took a few steps his gate stumbeling a bit, "Getting that thing in there," taped his head, "is never easy." Looking her in the eye, "I remeber, as to why, I don't really know, but something entered into my mind, it was taking control and then it let lose the locks I had put against the Shoggoth." he declined the hanky

"It be something I'd do with the right person, as you proved, your not the right person to do that with just yet." Walking down the hall, "Can't believe it, woke up only a while ago and already I want to crawl back into bed."

((Good morning, I'm going to bed.))

Rivven stood where Morgan had told him to stay, but had been wanting to go back, the entire time. He'd felt something... not pleasent, he hated it, but it was as if it resonated with some part of him, and called out to him. That strong presence he felt... anger, rage, a suicidal sorrow, a crazed longing for freedom, as if he'd been years bound by chains, it all welled up in side him, but he had no idea where it all could have come from, all swirling about each other, mixing, and taking their turn as the formost. His eyes were wide, and unfocused, his body limp, standing up, and his fingers twitched wildly at his side. Something... familiar, yet completely unknown, hateful, and yet somehow he felt as if he'd met a long lost brother. Somewhere... something had to be wrong with him. His seses were beserk, even sharper than normal, he could feel each individual fiber of the clothes he wore, feel the pounding pulse, shallow breaths. He didn't notice his pupils dialating, his eye changing for a moment. A monumental headache gripped him, a splitting pain in his head, all of these rushing things, and it was as if some hateful part of him had torn it's self asunder from the rest of him, something he could only describe as black, while he stood white, or perhaps a silver or pale blue. His body ached, and he wasn't sure if it felt more like this part of himself was trying to consume that or the rest of him more. Or even if it was as much trying to consume or break him, somehow, all these rushing things from within him. Chaos, confusion, pain, sorrow, rage, confinement, escape, veangence, amusement, power, weakeness- and it all stopped suddenly, that strange stimuli dissappeared, and he felt himself slowly going to his normal, the pain and other feelings leaving him, drifting down into some pit within him as if some hope of it's had been lost. That other thing he'd never felt before, but this thing within him... it had been there for a long time, and it was familair, but it had never seemed a full seperate entity from himself. He made himself straighten out, as the headache faded, not meaning to shock anyone by looking so disconcerted. He was surprised to find one hand gripping his forehead, and himself covered in sweat. He felt dizzy, and physically sore, but he was slowly returning to normal, and he straightened how he stood straight, cleared his face, and waited calmly for Morgan to come back, half between trying to figure what it was out what it was, and permanently forget what it had been. He also of course, had no idea about the strange energy that had flared up in him for that moment, or how huge it had been. He felt tired, and just wanted Morgan t ocome back, to make him forget it. He stood put, and calmly looked at the others, hoping they hadn't noticed, as his pulse and breathing slowly receded in spead.

"I, well, really didn't know how it was supposed to go." she looked down to where her hand was at the moment "I suppose one hand had to be free to grib the necklace." she sighed, but then smiled after he hugged her.

"You're a strange one, always clutching that thing, what is it some type of security blanket?" Releasing his grip on her he idely spun about, "I'm feeling odd today, so much has happened." Studing her look, "Perhaps we should go to bed."