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[center][h2][color=39b54a][b]Quinn Corkhill[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

[color=39b54a]"A... Grail War? Uh. I, uh... hmmm... ahaha, sorry, I have no idea what that is."[/color], Quinn responded meekly to this knight's aggressive and hot-blooded introduction, unsure of what exactly she was even talking about or why she was here.

Rubbing the back of his head and ruffling his hair, a stupid and flustered grin was plastered to his face, unsure of exactly what kind of emotion he should be feeling right now. This was clearly supernatural and not normal, that much was plain as day. Yet... how did it happen? It was all so much to take in, and worsened at that, with the idea that any wrong word could spell his end at the hands of a very intimidating and heavily armored woman. For some guys that might sound like a fantastic way for life to end, but Quinn wasn't the sort of guy that wanted to die just yet. Not yet.

[color=39b54a]"Well, Nakano is Nakano... y'know? Heheh."[/color], Quinn would start, chuckling at his feeble attempt at wordplay and rhymes, before coming back to the reality before him with the very not-pleased magical woman in front of him. [color=39b54a]"Uh, that is to say... for one, try not to scratch the floor with your sword, please, that'll come out of my damage deposit. And secondly, I don't know much about what's going on, who you are, or why you're here. I'm just a guy living in an apartment who knows a handful of magic tricks and that's about it. Not really the type for... well, whatever you're about or were hoping to be summoned for, exactly."[/color]

Quinn decided to be blunt about it, figuring that honeyed words or playing coy would most assuredly NOT earn him any favors with this particular person. Honesty is the best policy, isn't it? It had to be. That was the kind of world Mr. Corkhill wanted to believe in, anyway. [color=39b54a]"I'm Quinn. Quinn Corkhill. And in all honesty, I have no idea what's going on. But for either of us to get answers, Nakano would be the best bet, yeah? It's the only option for now, anyway, I think. And if we encounter any weirdos, we can just call the police or something and let them arrest whoever's behind this. Maybe."[/color], Quinn would explain naively, hoping that it could be so simple.

Extending a hand, Quinn attempted to carry out an introduction with this woman, making one final attempt at a formal introduction or to at least learn what he should call the mysterious knight. [color=39b54a]"...Uh, not that I expect a long friendship or anything, but it'd be nice to at least have names to call each other by, right?"[/color], Quinn would blurt out after a period of silence in his ramblings and explanations, showing bluntness outwardly but having the very highest peak of anxiety on the inside.

Regardless of whether she would give up anything like a name to call her by, Quinn would insist on heading to Nakano. It was the best option, way better than sitting around, even if Nakano ended up being a trap. That is, at this point, death was preferable to the stagnancy of sitting around and wondering what this is all about without lifting a finger to find answers.

[color=39b54a]"I'll let you lead the way there. If there are any other people like you, to be honest, I dunno how long I'd last in direct confrontation. Gotta walk there, though, as I don't have any kind of transportation. Maybe on the way... you could tell me a bit more about yourself and this situation you were expecting to walk into? Like what a Master is, and all that?"[/color], Quinn looked at the knight, who he hoped was agreeable enough to accompany him to Nakano, and decided to press further by also asking her to tell him what she knows about this situation as they made their way to Nakano. All in all, a bold play for one who, at first glance, would not look so bold. In truth, a terrified and desperate gamble.