The Forgotten Zodiac

((That's why I was horribly shocked. That you would ever do that. Ever, ever, EVER.))
Michael instantly scooted away from Quinn. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare throw up on me! I'm allergic to vomit!" He stopped and grinned at her. "Not really, but you can't throw up on the guy you're in love with."

((I wouldn't.))

Sylas, in the meantime, had fallen asleep in the front seat. Subject, as mentioned before, was already unconscious.

Quinn stuck out her tongue at Michael, then made a noise like she was about to throw up. She put a hand over her mouth, looking greener by the second. "Perhaps we should pull over," Werr advised, frowning. "I think Quinn is feeling ill."

((Neither would I.))

Michael looked at Quinn and then up at Sylvester. "Syl, you need to pull over, or she'll vomit all over your car. And me. So you need to pull over."

Quinn made a small squeaking noise, threatening to vomit again.

"Pull over, or I'll make you pull over!" Werr growled threateningly, tempted to stop the car by throwing a rock wall up in front of the tires. That could potentially flip the car, though, so he decided against it.

Syl instantly pulled of the interstate onto the side of the road. He jumped out of the car and ran around to Quinn's door, opening it just as Michael shoved her out. "I was pulling over already! No need for violence!"

Quinn stumbled out, managing to get a few steps away from the car before vomiting. She stopped, stumbling back to the car and resting her head on the door. "I don't feel good, you guys..."

"Obviously." Werr raised a brow. "I don't suppose we can blame you, though. Maybe you should rest a bit."

Michael rolled his eyes. "No, really? The girl who just threw up doesn't feel good?" He hopped out of the car and looked around. "Why don't we just walk for a while? We can get you all tired, then you can go to sleep and not throw up on me."

"Okay..." Quinn nodded. "Where should we walk to, though? The others are all asleep, and we're on the side of the interstate..." She sighed.

Michaels shrugged. "We can walk down the side of the interstate. Homeless people do it all the time." Content with his insult to Quinn, comparing her to a homeless person, he began walking down the side of the road. "SYL! Just drive a little ways and then wait for us, okay?! Good!"

Quinn followed, already looking weary. Werr just stayed in the car, closing the door so Syl could move. "Let's go." Werr said, frowning a bit. This could potentially be dangerous...

Michael turned and spun in a full circle, giving Quinn time to catch up to him. "C'mon then. We can't have you falling asleep and forcing me to carry you, because that would give you romantic notions, and we can't be having that."

Quinn just frowned at him, too grumpy and upset to say anything. She walked with her head down, watching her feet, wondering if she would throw up again. She felt like curling up and crying right now.

((Oh yeah, do you want me to explain why Quinn feels so sickly? :Y))

((If it's more than just her power wearing her down, then yes. Whyfore is Quinny sickly? Also, Michael will be calling her that at some point, probably. I seem to give everyone with you nicknames. Borey, Quinny, BunBun.))

"Oh come on, Quinn!" He cocked his head and stared at her, wondering whether to make another romance quote or think of something else to say. "If you could just tell me what's wrong with you, we could try to fix it, you know."

((Well, I haven't quite decided. You can help me choose. It's either a device inside of her that's releasing toxins 'cuz she's so far away from the Institute, or it's that Subject drains energy from other people to amplify others when he gets used too much, like with what Timothy was doing. He drained Quinn, so she's feeling sick. I kinda like option A, but you pick?))

"I don't know," Quinn made a face, trying not to cry. She felt exhausted and sick and she wasn't sure if Michael could even do anything about it.

((Hmm... BOTH! Bothbothboth. Actually, no. Let's have Quinn have a device, and Tyler be sick from toxins. That actually makes more since, 'cause he's littler and isn't as used to getting drained.))
Michael rolled his eyes and marched over to her. "Fine, I'll have to help you walk." He put one arm around her shoulders and began walking.

((Okay, wait, Quinn has the device and Tyler got drained? Okay.

It's about time for a time-skip, though. On to Malya's house. Which, by the way, she won't be a permanant character. She'll have no reason to follow them, haha.))

Quinn was silent until they reached the car. She was definitely more tired-looking now than before, at any rate. She climbed into the car, plopped down onto her seat and immediately curled up with the intention of sleeping. Werr seemed to be thinking, though he was silent as well. Everyone else was still sleeping, of course.

((Except for Werr. *fake swoon* As long as I don't love her to much, that'll be okay. If I do, Tyler will steal her stuff. I think Tyler's draining will manifest more as him sleeping a strange amount and throwing up when he wakes up.))

With Quinn gone, Timothy had scooted up into the place between driver and shotgun, where he could reach Sylas when necessary, and, when she re-enterred the car, Tyler scooted up next to her, falling asleep almost instantly.

((...

Okay, I'm time-skipping now.))

Werr and Sylas switched places once the Iyoui woke up, so Werr could direct Sylvester into the city, pointing him towards a large building that looked like it was supposed to be an office complex. It was nearing nine o' clock by the time they arrived.

"Stay," Werr climbed out of the car first, approaching the building with his hands above his head (however painful it was). He rang the doorbell; the door opened almost immediately, revealing a slender woman with lightly tanned, markless skin and short dark brown hair. She eyed Werr with piercing brown eyes, a slight smile curling her lips. She was wearing a short, slinky dress and a loosely fitting fur-collared overcoat.

They had a short exchange in Russian, by the end of which the woman looked slightly mad and confused. She just frowned and turned back around to go inside. Werr finally turned around, motioning for the others to come inside.

Michael picked up Tyler and carried him out of the van, gently pushing Quinn as he did so. "It's apparently safe to exit, Syl. I hope you brought your body armor."

Syl seemed to take the joke more seriously than it was meant, and got out of the car carefully, secretly expecting someone to jump out from behind a bush with a machine gun.

Michael picked up Tyler and carried him out of the van, gently pushing Quinn as he did so. "It's apparently safe to exit, Syl. I hope you brought your body armor."

Syl seemed to take the joke more seriously than it was meant, and got out of the car carefully, secretly expecting someone to jump out from behind a bush with a machine gun.