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Remus had reached the same conclusion. "You'd better not be Quinn. If you are, I may have to hurt you..." Remus growled in obvious annoyance.

Quinn cackled as maniacally as a ten year old could muster before quite literally disappearing as he had done so many times before. They had found their answer; they were both indeed correct. But of course, Remus was going to hurt him! Hurt a ten year old! That's hardly fair...

You were both correct! He called happily back into their minds, I am indeed your good friend Quinn. To answer your questions from a safe distance, Ashra does not know what happened nor does he have a way to explain why I might be the way I am now. It happened after my fight with you, Lina. It's either punishment for failing my test, or a gift for passing it. The limitless energy of a child...my power has greatly increased!

He didn't say anything else. He didn't need to. His only plan was to have fun now. He was going to be a kid again. He was going to be a kid, a true ten year old, for the first time in his life.

[Signet City is officially doomed... ninja ]

[Signet was screwed from day one... The chaos here could only lessen, so Maker is simply perpetuating (yay Big Words) the Screwedness of Signet's colorful past.]

[Vincent was walkng towards Signet, so he's not in the Lotus base...but we can role with it reguardless... It's interesting how everyone is discussing how doomed/screwed Signet is or will be...don't we do this every few hundred pages? lol I think its a trend we should probably continue in part two...which will be starting this week or the next.]

"Leader? Who said I was the Leader?" he asked, looking sideways at Othello, "Please call me Vincent. Such titles give people the wrong assumptions about me. I am a Leader, not the Leader." he turned to face him and gave him the small smirk from before, bit of the black glittler falling off as he did so, "But it is nice to meet you all the same."

||So I think my cards in Signet City have all been played. Should I just wait for the start of part two now?||

Although Quinn did not realize, his song had indeed been caught by the wind. It was carried far away, out of Signet and across the land. It reached the ears of his sister after some time. And she knew immediately what to do. Whenever the Siddel Family Song was played and another Siddel heard it, they replied with the same song.

And to her husband's confusion, that's exactly what Mira did. Removing a flute, that looked remarkably like Quinn's, from the collection on her belt, she stepped out onto the highest balcony of their hilltop home and began to play. Using Magic similar to Quinn but still different, she sent the song along the wind as well. Quinn would hear it, she was sure.

When she was done playing, she walked back inside to a confused gaze from Stefan.

"We need to pack some things." Was all Mira could bring herself to say, "My little brother is calling for me."

Stefan smiled as he stood up and headed toward the room. He sent back the reply of, "Then pack we shall." just before he walked into the bedroom.

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Quinn was not expecting an answer to his song. He especially wasn't expecting to hear it played back to him. He listened to it very closely, very happily. It brought a smile to his face to know that he wasn't the only one left. The song...it had a flair to it. His sister? Mira? Even better. She, out of all of his siblings, was his favorite. She was the most brilliant and talented, always able to figure out the solution to any situation.

"I need to speak with Yule." Quinn said to himself, "As much fun as a being a kid again may be, I don't know if I could stand being ten all the time. Perhaps he will be able to show me the way."

Quinn then Aparated off the bench and headed in the direction of Signet's Grand Clock Tower. No, he didn't actually know that that was where his god had been hiding. But he did know that it would be easiest to speak to Yule from there.

Othello nodded curtly. "My apologies Vincent. I most likely misinterpreted some things I heard, or else I've been hearing things again... Speaking of that though, I must bid you farewell for now."

It was all he could do to keep his composure as he turned and went up to his room. Once the door was locked behind him he finally let loose with all the energy of his literally tortured soul. Almost everything in the room instantly shattered from being instantly frozen as a miniature blizzard soon formed around Othello. He wanted so much to pay back in kind those who had scarred him for life... And yet it would never happen.

Upon meeting Remus in Petrograd, Othello thought he had a way out of the struggle he had within himself. His morals wouldn't let him needlessly kill, but the torment he had gone through and invisible scars left made this ideal problematic to live by. So he decided the best route for him was to go to where he wouldn't be able to act upon the voices... Even if he was driven insane by them.

((*punts* Lyra, dahling, when's Vincent gonna get to the Nocturne so Merlin can start hur-- *clears throat* Welcome him back? *innocent smile*))