Mystic Syn

One of her eyebrows remained raised, but she managed to pull off a small smile. "I'm still not sure whether or not I should give you my real name––" She stopped, as if listening to someone for a few seconds before she shook her head. "I can't," she muttered under her breath, before looking back to Ellis. "All right then, my name is Q, at least it is to you. I'm. . . not from this world. I'm here to protect you, to say the least." She shrugged. "I dunno. There's not much else to say about me."

Q raised her eyebrows in surprise. "To be honest," she said, "I haven't the clue. Talking is a good thing. . ."

She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Q took his arm with a nod, standing up. "We shall."

*affirmatively Conflict entered her sapphire eyes, as if she was having an argument with herself. She looked like she wanted to say no, but at the same time. . . Q sighed, then nodded. "I guess that it couldn't hurt."

Q shot a glare at Ellis for the sudden volunteer, but didn't say anything.

She nodded slightly. "I'm sure. It'll only distract me," she said, without giving any explanation.

Q chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I see that you're making the most out of them, so why stop you?"

Hello and welcome to the chaos Shard! I do say, you make a fair argument about the stick ruling the Cosmere and it surprises me that I haven't thought of it yet. I really can't disagree with you, because I don't think that I have enough arguments to stand against yours, lol. On a more serious note, what would you say your favorite Cosmere character is? While were on that note, favorite book so far?

Q shook her head. "I'm good, for now."

The man stared off to where the sound was coming from, narrowing his eyes at the sky. "To think that they can't take 'no' for an answer," he said quietly.

"As much as I would like to disagree," she said, folding her arms while she stared at the fire. "I don't think that I could get the point across that I don't like them."

"Just because you can't convert me to your hot-dogism doesn't mean you can be a tad bit salty about it," she said, popping a marshmallow in her mouth.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "How many of those are you going to eat?"

She scowled at him. "Only do enough stabby for them to move out of the way so you use the stabby on the door."

"If the door is not big enough, just do a little stabby-stabby."

She shook her head. "I can wait for you guys to finish."

"They've never settled with me," she said, though her eyes told another story. Perhaps of sadness? Maybe looking a bit older than what she actually was? Could there be emotional memories attached to hot dogs? Either way, it didn't look like she would tell. She instead looked up, and gave a ghost of a smile. "But, thanks for having me try anyways."

Q shot a glare at him, then reluctantly slipping the hot dog off the stick and onto an open bun. She took a small bite out of the slightly charred hot dog. It took effort for her to swallow, but she eventually was able to do it. Q set the dog aside, shuddering a bit. "Nope." She shook her head. "Still don't like them."

"She tries her best," Q noted, turning her hot dog over to see the other side.

I am not all here today, lol. "I could," she admitted. "But 'will I' is the question."

No. What am I, crazy? Actually, don't answer that question. Q shot a glare at him as she stabbed her hot dog with her stick and held it over the fire. "That's the best you got?" She sighed, smiling a little bit. "They're adorable. What else is there to say?"

Pacific Time, lol. I was staying up on my own free will and with the thought that if I didn't get it done, I wouldn't do it ever.

Ya know, staying up till 2am writing and all that does something to you.

Q crinkled her nose in distaste towards the bag, but took it anyway. She rifled through, listening to Ellis and Melody's conversation as she pulled out a singular hot dog. She offered the bag back to Ellis. Of course, when I go to do schoolwork, y'all are rping up a storm, lol.

Q let go of her blade, it dissipating in a puff of smoke. She hesitated before she grabbed the offered stick.