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"But-"

That was the final words he managed to utter out as he was rather forcefully shoved out of the laundry area. People muttering behind him about ungrateful trainees amung other things like this color will never wash out or how can she mess up three coats in a week?

Quinn decided not to try his luck.

He had never been to this area of Deus before, but chose to try and avoid it as much as possible from now on. (Fat chance). Either way, he stared down at his temp replacement coat. His assigned life coat was being washed now, messing it up in a failed attempt to train and a disaster with some mud and grass stains. Why deus coats were white he would never know. They told him it might take a day or two to fix, something about being behind schedyle. So they handed him this one temporarily... it was only when he was just making his way out that he noticed the emblem was wrong. When in fact this was a DEATH coat, he was about to mention it again they still pushed out the door and told it was the only one in his size.

Even though they clearly just took one from the top of the 'clean' pile.

Oh he knew his division was going to give him s**t over this, but rules were rules and Deus said all hunters should keep their coats on them at all times.

Sighing, Quinn shrugged the coat on. It was a little large around the shoulders, but it fit well enough to pass. He wondered if he should try walking with his back towards walls for a while...

He thought he was rather clever, turning hurt body a little to the side to try and hide the clearly mismatched emblem.

Only with a few words, and a tug of a arm, Quinn found himself being herded along in the direction of the lighthouse. The other man was spouting off things about Death, New Zealand, and..?


"But-" Seemed this was a common word for him today, but he was soon cut off as the other continued on about information gathering and being a trainee. Well, the shorter hunter had at least the trainee part right...

"But im not-" He managed to squeeze out, staring down real quick at Gales coat which clearly said the other was not only part of Death Division, but also a high ranking one.

Awhell. This was why he DIDNT want to wear the coat in the first place! Could he exactly tell this person no? That he was in fact a Life Hunter? WOuld it make that much of a difference?

Every fiber of his being radiated the emotion 'nervous' as he was still pulled along, finally making it to the lighthouse. Gale would have probably picked up on this, and misinterpreted it as Quinn being a super newbie trainee, not a seasoned one. He was more afraid of what would happen if gale found out he was a Life hunter, not a Death.

He didnt know Gale personally, he seemed friendly enough... in a serious way, but would that change if he knew? He could understand why Gale mistook him for a Death, the coat mishap and all. He heard that Life and Death divisions worked together a lot, would this be much different?

Should Quinn just pretend to know what he was doing now, and apologize later? That seemed like the best course of action... he had tried to tell Gale the truth.

"Um... Quinn McGonagall." He offered in return, eying the portal in front of them warily. "I've never been on a Death Mission before..." He wasn't lying at least.

At the lighthouse they ran into another short Death Hunter in a short Death Hunter coat. He looked kind of familiar and had been spotted in that last disastrous Death meeting.

"Excuse you", he scowled and his dark black eyeliner looked a little more dark black like his soul, "I was here first."

He resisted the very strong urge to ask Quinn if he'd gotten any owls lately, Gale fighting a smile as he finally let go of the trainee's arm. Fortunately - or maybe it was unfortunately - there were plenty of other things to keep the two of them preoccupied.

Namely the dark-skinned hunter that had been at the Death meeting. Gale eyed him suspiciously.

"What are you doing here?" he said. "I've heard report of some unusual activity, possible artifact. I recruited Quinn here to help me go and fetch it. Is that a problem?" he added, with a vaguely challenging look in Oz's direction, as though he was daring him to refute this.

He watched on curiously at first, eyes flicking back and forth between the two men. Did these two hate each other? It seemed there was some tension there, with the new addition feeling a need to perceive himself as taller than Gale. The fact he had to step on his tip toe to do so...

Quinn decided to stay out of the intimidation party, at least.

The trainee flicked his eyes back, eying the crowd of people who were suddenly piling up and staring at them? "Gale, were they always there?" He found himself asking out loud, not remembering seeing the mass of people as they approached the lighthouse. He turned back and looked at Oz next, a confused expression. His tone held no malice, but more curiosity. "Because if they are just now piling up behind us, doesn't that mean your the one keeping the portal busy, and we were next in line?" WHy should they go to the back if so?

Suddenly Quinn remembered he really shouldn't be going on this mission, crap.

"This is my line", Oz glowered, trying to look more menacing than Gale, with varying levels of success, though the dark black eyeliner helped, "I'm the supplier, but you wouldn't understand that. Nobody understands me."

He held up his hand with his index and middle finger. "You have two options here. One, get back in line. Two, get into the portal, get the stuff, come back, and then you guys can go on your man homo vacation or whatever. Whatever it is, I don't care, you really don't need to explain." He sized Quinn up and and down, and then crossed his arms, probably annoyed that he didn't have a hot tall boyfriend.

There was now a long, long pause.

"I have a girlfriend," said Gale finally, as if this explained everything (it didn't).