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((Long story short, same body, different soul. And if his memory was as short as the rest of his body, he'd have a better memory than an elephant xd ))

Rioushu very much doubted Quint would in fact help him with his goals for this place, but decided he'd ask anyway, if Quint caused trouble he'd simply do away with him. "Alright then, I'm looking to make this place my own. Now, I understand if you have a bit of trouble giving this place to me, so I'm willing to pay for this place, rather than just kill you and take it for myself. Consider yourself lucky, I would normally never make that offer." Rioushu said, looking at Quint curiously, wondering what his reaction would be.

Rioushu looked up at the ceiling and back at Quint, shaking his head. "No thanks, I do have some business left here, and that is to clear it of all other people so I can claim it my own. First, I'll start with the two people upstairs. After they're gone, I'm coming after you, I hope you'll be ready by then." Rioushu said, looking around for some stairs upstairs.

Dante entered the room he looked around, his boots echoing on the hardwood flooring beneath him. Spying an ornate wooden chair in the far corner of the room, he moved towards it and took it in hand. He walked back towards the bed, set the chair down, and sat himself in it. He motioned Jeshia towards the bed with his hand, as though offering it to her as a seat, and then folded his hands behind his head in a very relaxed manner. If she did take his invitation to sit, she would have noticed that, despite the average appearing mattress which was covered in plain white sheeting, it was far more comfortable than at least three fourths of the beds that she had ever slept in. He looked towards the ceiling for but a moment, as though gathering his thoughts before speaking.

“Technically, this isn’t my place. It really belongs to Loki’s sister, Morrigan.”

His eyes widened slightly as though he had just recalled something that he should add for the safety of himself and others, and he quickly completed the thought.

“Loki Ravensgale, not your dear uncle.”

The word ‘dear’ seemed to drip with sarcasm, yet the thought was not lingered on for too long before he continued.

“More or less, I was sent here to play bodyguard. Apparently there were too many people wanting to relieve her of her head, and not enough wanting to take her to bed. So it became my job to ‘trim the fat’ so to speak, and make certain that the only ones who ever fought her were ones who had made it past me.”

This was followed by yet another pause, though this one was slightly longer than the rest. Almost as though it served as a sort of verbal changing of the scene.

“Before long she decided to have a contest. I always joked about it being ‘The Bachelorette: Gaia Edition’. I suppose that’s what it was, for her idea was to pick a suitor out of all those who ever interested her. Despite, or perhaps in spite of, the fact that I had not been her bodyguard for more than but a couple of months, she decided to add me to the list as well. Come to think of it, I might be the only person still alive who hasn’t yet disqualified himself. At most, there is still one more involved …”

His thoughts now shifted to Quint. How just moments ago, had he not been interrupted by either Roan or Jeshia, he could have said that he was the only one left will all certainty. Oh, well.

“We still haven’t yet found out who the victor is though. She went on an apparent vacation without a single word to anyone, and she has yet to come back. So I find myself now being more of a caretaker to her things and keeping her bats company, on an island full of people who, for the most part, I can’t really stand.”

It was at this moment that he was disturbed from story telling time by the presence of one of the bats he had just been talking about. The small creature had managed to slide it’s body under the door and into the room. It alighted on his shoulder and began chirping in his ear, almost as though it were talking to him. Even though that’s exactly what it was doing, it still looked rather comical to one who had never seen such a thing before.

The bat remained where it was as Dante turned back to Jeshia once again. His expression one of deep annoyance at the fact that this was the second time he had to defend what was Morrigan’s. Not only in one day, but in the very same hour at that. His next sentence to Jeshia reeked of this displeasure that he felt.

“Do you sense another untimely death about to occur? If not, then I’ll have no qualms about killing this one.”

Having sat back down on the couch, Quint watched on at Morrigan's bats, who were still at work repairing parts of the floor he had blown small holes through. Their dilligent work was confusing however--Did they continue because of their concern and care for the woman, or were they simply puppets, doing what she would want?

Quint wasn't able to get too far into the subject because an unexpected, yet familar twinge ran through his head, he curious as to what it meant.

"Don't tell me its time already.." He asked, forming a plan to not only duck Roan, but to fight Rioushu as well. Hopping from the couch, Quint thought about Saturn and its moons while taking a stroll over to the stairs up. It was doubtful that she didn't know Quint was there, but Roan would have to come inside if she wanted him out, assuming that she was even there for him..

Mmm. Now you're home. I want to keep an eye on you kiddo. And for the record... TWO. Though I know which one you've cottoned on to...

*Smirking a little, she shuffled off her wings, nodding quietly to Take as the Daemon lord stood cowled next to her*

We have time.

Rioushu nodded to Quint as he walked out of the front room. He took his sweet time exploring the manor, in no particular hurry to find the two other people in the manor. He sensed the murderous presence of two more people outside of the manor, but payed no attention to them, as long as neither of them were the owner, he had no problem with them. It was after a while of searching for a certain room that he was sure he had found it, noticing it from the extravagant doors. Ah yes, the master bedroom, just what I was looking for, this room is sure to tell me something of the owner of this place. Rioushu thought to himself, grabbing the handle and twisting it slowly, summoning his sword to his hand. He wasn't sure if anyone was in there, but he was cautious nonetheless. He tried pushing it open, but it wouldn't budge. "Oh great, I didn't want to have to cause so much damage to such an expensive door, but oh well." Rioushu said, reaching into his goodie bag (ninja bag). He pulled out and explosive note and placed it on the right door, backing away quickly as it lit up.