What I want [Tag Quinn]

[aries]

Prince John sipped from his glass as he stared in contemplation out his window, not really seeing what he was looking at. Sebastian had visited not too long ago and left him with things to think about. The fore most being the scheme the noble and the sheriff had cooked up. To say the least, the Prince was interested in the plot.

Since the idea had been introduced to him, the man had begun to toy with the idea of actually visiting the bothersome area. Nothing was calling for his attention in Kent to keep him here, and maybe his presence could pressure some actual progress out of the annoying place. But transporting his exquisite self was going to take time. Especially as the amount of trust he felt for the area wouldn't make the stupidest person alive willing to simply expose himself immediately.

Though, he still wanted his presence known, to have information from someone he could trust more than the foolish nobles and questionable servants. His eyes traveled over the darkening land as he took another drink from his cup. That left his choices to a small pool of personnel. A snap of his fingers brought a hovering servant into view as he waited for orders, "I want Quinn. Find him and tell him to come here, I have a job for him." The man merely bowed in reply before exiting to do as he was bid.

((OOC: Sorry for the shortness... I'm not terribly good at starting threads))

[quinn]

Quinn was strolling around the castle. He had been given no specific orders for the day and so was given the time to himself. It only made hi bored and destructive when he had alone time and nothing to occupy him. Really he needed something or someone to distract him. Life hadn't become boring, there were always developments and gossip from the Holy Lands and for some reason a lot of attention was being paid to Nottingham and the apparent reappearance of Robin Hood. Seemed they had an outlaw infestion. It amused him no end as he was pretty sure little Sebastian Mannering was there, but not doing his job. Not that there was much competition between the pair.

It was then he was aware of fast foot falls behind him. Turning he noticed a young servant boy running full tilt toward him. As he neared the Scot picked him up by his collar and lifted him off the floor. The shock and surprise momentarily froze the boy who then started to choke. "Weren't you told not to run in the corridors?" He placed the boy back down, and watched as he rubbed his neck. "Yes, Quinn sir, but the Prince sent me to fetch you quick." Nodding he waited. "Well, what did the Prince want me for?" The boy looked startled, clearly not expecting that, or to be asked anything more. "Uh. He didn't say sir, only that he requested to see you."

Nodding he sent the boy off, this time walking away at a quick pace, not wanting to be in the presence of the Scot any longer. Quinn carried on the other way, talking a longer route to the Prince, wanting to get the brat into trouble, just for fun in all honesty and because he could. And this would keep him occupied, if the Prince had requested him then there was a job that needed doing and that meant no more strolling around the castle bored. After a few long minutes, long enough to ensure the boy would get some form of punishment for his failure in duties, he knocked on the door where he knew the Prince was. Waiting for a reply, he had a small smirk on his lips. The Scot was a loyal follower of the Prince, and would do whatever was asked of him, no questions asked.

[aries]

Prince John grumbled to himself as he waited impatiently for Quinn to arrive. He'd sent the servant out long enough ago that the man he'd asked for should have been here right now. His hands rustled restlessly over the sill of the window he continued to gaze out as drifting away as the sun sunk lower. When there came a knock at the door, the Prince waved his hand distractedly for another servant to open the door, turning as he announced, "My'lord, it is Quinn as you requested."

The man glowered for a moment as he looked at Quinn. "What took you so long?" He wasn't in much of a mood to be kept waiting, not that he ever was. And now that he had something he actually could and wanted to do waiting was simply a waste of time. "I have something I wish you to do for me. And I honestly do not really care how you do it. Though, I cannot promise it will be a terribly interesting job."

He took a quick drink from his wine, frowning as he looked over the man. Of the few people he could trust with a decent amount of work, Quinn was one of them. If he didn't send this man the Prince would be hard pressed to think of someone else which he quite honestly didn't want to do. It was just a waste of time, he was fairly sure that the male could figure out what he wanted easy enough. Besides he didn't have to do it for long. Just until Prince John himself was able to make his way to Nottingham. And then Quinn could be put to some job or another that he enjoyed more.

[quinn]

Quinn breezed in, with the obligatory bow and walked up to the Prince. "I came as soon as I got the message Sir." It was a small lie in the grand scheme of things, and the Scot was good at small lies. Anyway what was another servant in this place? Not as if he'd get killed, just a beating. Would make Quinn feel better too.

"What can I do for you my lord?" Doing a proper days work, no matter how dull, at least he'd have a change of scenary and something to keep his mind on. Sulking around the castl was getting old. And even if the job wasn't interesting, he could make it more fun for himself. Causing trouble was an art form for the Scottish lad. It's what made him so favoured.

What intrigued him was how this job had suddenly come up and what it involved. He did't know, but he wanted to know what was so urgent. Maybe the job was dangerous, but then it wouldn't be boring. A real puzzle until he was told what it was. And then an ego enlargement if he deemed that he'd been specially picked out of everyone to do the job. Being trustworthy had it's advantages, and one was being able to know he was very good at what he did, valuable and needed. Always made someone hot heated.

[aries]

The prince frowned at Quinn's words, but accepted them easily enough. It didn't really matter to him who was at fault but someone was to be punished. And, as the easiest and most enjoyable for a spectator was a physical punishment, it suited him better that it be a faceless servant receiving the lashings and not the person he'd already chosen to do this job for him. Really, it was just a matter of common sense, you don't kill the chicken if you want the egg. John stored away the information for later, it was best to tackle on thing at a time. He'd deal with the servant later.

Prince John's appraising gaze flicked over the man again before he turned, stalking to a chair that he gracefully lowered himself into. He placed his cup on a table beside him as he leaned back, steepling his finger before saying, "You, Quinn, will be heading to Nottingham. I have received word of a plot to take down Robin Hood. Quite honestly I have little patience or faith in those in charge over there to actually succeed, at this point. I want you to go, watch the Sheriff, and may as well include Sebastian Mannering in this as well as he seems to be the mastermind behind this little plan, watch them and report to me your take on the situation there when I arrive."

The prince blinked slowly as he thought over his order to the man. He'd asked for him to keep tabs on the other males and to report back... that was all. Not a particularly hard task, in itself and probably rather dull after a time. Realizing this, the prince added on, "Mind, you are not to do anything to interfere with their plot. Do not speak ill or well of their ideas... or at least not to their faces. All you are to do is watch."

[quinn]

Quinn felt a pang of regret. Not because an innocent servant was going to get beaten on account of him. More precisely it was because Quinn wouldn't be there to administer or watch the punishment. Which was always a shame in the eyes of the Scot. "If I'm honest I can't say I have much faith in Sebastian. Unless of course the target was female. I think I'm right in saying that's his only untarnished reputation." Which was an oxymoron really. Seb always got the woman, making the 100% record and hence the reputation. But the untarnished reputation and record marred his name too. Making him slightly untrustworthy. Well that was what the Scot thought of him anyway.

Quinn nodded he undestood. He was to be merely a specatator. Which worked for him. Because, if as he suspected the plan when slightly down the latrine, he got to watch and laugh. Then hopefully be there when Prince John ripped into them. Nothing would make his day more than seeing Seb be humiliated by the Prince and for him to look on. However, the flip side would be, if it went to plan, Quinn would never hear the end of it and Seb would forever be rubbing it in his face. Only thing to do was wait and see. Easy enough. "I understand? Is there anything else you would have me do?" There wasn't much formality between the pair. Mainly because Quinn had beaten and killed enough for the Prince to not want to bother with formailty, and the Prince hadn't pulled him up on it yet.