Welcome to Gaia! ::

Quinn easily unlocked his front door, opening it into the open planned area. He could hear the vacuum cut off even as he came in and kicked off his shoes. Keys went on a hook, mail that he picked up from the front desk ended up by the side table, and his briefcase was temporarily tossed onto a kitchen chair. He would eventually move it to his office area in his room but for now he just wanted some water.

“Hi Eli…” He greeted his housekeeper slash roommate. “You know you can call me Quinn right? You don’t have to call me Arthur.” He mentioned yet again before pulling out two bottles of water from the fridge. His space companion, literally and figuratively, was rather strange. There had been quite a learning curve for both of them but it really was expected, all things considered. “Here,” He held out the second bottle of water even as he took a seat at the kitchen table.

“How was your day? Anything you need help with?” Fairly standard questions really but since he was dealing with a rather unstandard ‘housekeeper’ the results could be quite wild. Hopefully not, but one never really knew.

The man shrugged and smiled, “I guess it's a title for most of us. It isn’t really ‘who we are’. It's also a safety thing but I guess that wasn’t always a concern.” It was rather mind-blowing to know that the female currently sitting there was older than anyone he had met before. She really did remember the ‘time before’ and yet there was so much she didn’t know. It was very much so like those internet stories of vampires or ghosts or other immortal creatures dealing with the modern day. Such was the twist of fate that brought her to earth.

“I’m good, all things considered.” For Quinn his work took up most of his day. Toss in the situation with his son, a romance that he was trying to cultivate, and things got pretty quickly out of hand. Eli’s question just had him taking a deep drink of his water as he contemplated his answer. That side of his life was no longer the end all, be all of his world. He wasn’t one of those ‘young souls’ chasing after the ‘bad guys’. He had responsibilities and concerns that could not be handled by being a Knight. Yes, there were things he needed to do as a knight but they were easily, and quickly, overshadowed by what he needed to do just by being Quinn. “Not complacent per-say. More like …”

He struggled to verbalize the feeling, gesturing with his free hand as if trying to guide the lacking phrase closer, but nothing really struck him. “I guess the closest I can come up with is ‘confusion’.” It wasn’t a good one to one meaning of what he felt. “I don’t know what I can do as a Knight, other than patrolling. I’ve tried to work with a team but it never really worked out and yet I know that working alone, or with a much smaller team, will not really impact this ‘war’ we have found ourselves in. Factor in everything that I do as ‘Quinn’; my job as CEO, my family, my relationships… and I just end up turning away from the bundle of ‘now what’ that I face when I, as Havasu, look at the city.” He finished off his water and shrugged. “So not really complacent but definitely aware that I am not doing nearly enough for the power that I’ve been given. I just don’t know where to go from here so I keep putting it off.”

It was a hard reality to face.