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With great speed and determination, Quint was racing to the spot that was now partially memorized when a bolt of an element she was beginning to hate stopped her cold. The engines on her back quickly reversed to avoid the lightning, but Quint was close enough to feel the heat from it, another, less painful, lesson of its strength.

She could feel the question drill into her head, looking for its own answers, when she tried to cut her mind off, thinking of as little as possible. "I don't know what you're talking about." Quint's tone was dull and she avoided the question somewhat, to not set off any unconscious memories.

Quint gulped, the situation now serious. Rake had been quite lenient since making contact with Quint, but she felt that either agreeing or fleeing from the daemon would have dire consequences. Forming small parts of a plan, Quint smiled.

"Okay, you got me." She spoke, raising her arms. "He's here, but as to where.." Quint then clapped her hands together in a way that on the surface said 'Let's get to business.'

Magnesium is the third most plentiful element dissolved in sea water, and Ammonium perchlorate was easy to transmute in the air. Bringing those two together would produce an effective Stun Grenade, which would produce a very bright flash of light, accompanied by a very loud blast of sound. Both of these effects would be quickly dampened by Quint's wings, forming both ear plugs and thick, dark, goggles.

Still smiling, her wings transformed back, and she once again took off towards the elf, a bit quicker however with the likely stunned daemon hot on her heels.

"Sorry Sasha.." She whispered under her breath, "Please understand and forgive me."

Wind rushing through her hair, and over her body, Quint whistled to herself. Her ability to transmute without a an alchemist's circle was a cursed gift from her best friend's death. Though she had promised her friend that she'd never mutate something again, the situation was dire enough to warrant its use.

Remembering back to Sasha, Quint could feel another pierce into her mind. It felt different than Rake however, so she assumed it was a spawn of the daemon. She was slightly panicked, the creature taking the memory of Quint and Sasha's different dinners out, movies watched, and even some of her feeling for the girl.

"Get out." Was all she said to the 'thing', now almost used to the pain that having her memory toyed with brought. Again, she tried to blank her mind, only bringing forth the thoughts of the elf she was scheduled to meet. It was likely, she thought, that it wouldn't try to screw with those memories, because if so, no one would know of his location.

Annoyed, she called to her bats. "Maximum output. Reroute some of my soul to boosters for optimum thrust." Happily they complied, using some of Quint's very soul to propel her at near Mach-1 speeds. This process was draining, but it was something she knew had been done before, though she couldn't recall from whom.

Not quite the fighter, or the do'er, Sierra sat around one of the only 'safe' places on the island. She had begun to learn of Gatz and his antics, only to be interrupted by a bat coming in. Sierra recgonized it as one of her sister's, walking over to talk.

"Why hello there.." She cooed, "Is Quint here?"

'Quint's' bat told her that she was outside, so Sierra followed, bowing in respect to her recent additions of friends. Up the ladder she went, and found outside that it was not her brother, but the one she had wanted to destroy. Still, Sierra was very kind hearted, and treated the daemon as such.

"Our paths cross again.." She paused to remember the name, "Rake?"

"Nice meeting you.." Sierra giggled while finishing, "Again, Lady Roan." Roan's eyes weren't much of a disturbance, she had seen mismatched eyes on animals and even people in the past, and Sierra thought the stare was from many stressful years of hard work.

Tattoos however intrigued her. She would save her questions for later, because Roan had wanted an audience with her. "I'd like to...it's been a while since I've been out."

Taking a deep breath, stretching her arms as if she had just woken up, "Lead the way."

Sierra looked up at Roan, quickly answering. "I know him/her very well." She smiled, playing along, "I also understand that she does things only because she feels they are 'correct', though most times gets way too worked up about the situation." She ignored Roan's question of how she felt about it, that being family business. If the two got close, that had a chance of changing..

"As for life-changing choices.." Sierra paused, thinking back to the monstrosity she had the 'pleasure' of only seeing once, "He's made a few of those, again, not exactly thinking about where it would lead him."

Shrugging, "Sure, I'll have one." Reaching out, she took the cigarette, then making the motion for a light. "What kind are they?"

"Mmm.." Sierra puffed softly on the cigarette, liking the taste. "Your service?" She asked, taking another drag, "What would compel him to take orders for a change is beyond me.."

Just as she was beginning to feel the effects of nicotine, she recieved a shock that was somewhat surprising. "Really?" Sierra asked with little in his voice telling of her emotion, "He should be ashamed of himself, but he's been so much happier since he got those wings. Whoever gave those to him must've become a huge part of his life for him to go that far for that person.."

Another hit. "Still.." She exhaled deeply, "Quint's wrong for doing that, and will get his own when it comes." Placing her own two cents: "Yelling at him, or being disappointed in him wouldn't change the fact, so there's no point. However.."

Sierra's free hand rose from her side, she smiling as it closed tightly. "That doesn't mean he won't be getting his lumps for it."