"And again, that won't be happening. No one on the Isle can access Auradon. We have no access to the outside world. So now you're in the same situation as us."
Eris took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying not to panic. "Is it true that you can't use magic here?" She asked quietly.
"What do you think honey? The barrier around us restricts our magic. We can't use it. So neither can you."
Eris gave a quiet scream of frustration. "How the hell did I even get here?" She muttered frustratedly. How was she supposed to live without magic? How was she supposed to live here, period? The hellhole didn't exactly seem like a good place to be homeless.
Quinn laughed. "Aw, sweetheart, it isn't that bad." He said. "I'm sure daddy will notice you're gone soon enough and come find you."
Eris scowled at him. "Shut up, idiot," she muttered, though she was silently praying to every god who ever existed that he would do just that.
Quinn laughed. "That's prince to you." He replied, giving her a flourished bow, still smirking.
"Right, and I'm the Queen of the world. I don't care who you are, I'm not calling you 'prince," she stated, crossing her arms as she did so.
"Aw, sweetheart, that's no way to be." Quinn said, tipping his head slightly. "I'm the Prince of Heart." He spread his arms. In reality, Quinn was a gentleman, but now he was playing a part. Now he was doing what was expected.
Eris paused, staring at him for a moment before speaking. "How… lovely. What would be more lovely would be if you stopped calling me 'sweetheart,' and dropped the whole creep vibe."
Quinn chuckled, dropping his arms. He made a face. "Nah." He replied, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall of the nearby house.
Eris rolled her eyes. "In that case, I think I'll be on my way. I should probably find a box, or something," she muttered.
"You'll get jumped." Quinn said, pushing off the wall. "Girl like you, place like this?" He shook his head. "There are worse men out here than me."
"Well, what else would you suggest?" She asked, turning to face him.
He shrugged. "Stay here? Kiera can always use new recruits."
"Nope. No way. You're villains, this is the exact thing I've been told not to do my entire life," Eris's curls bounced as she shook her head.
"Let me put it this way: stay here and no one touches you, go out there, and someone jumps you and does worse than touch." Quinn said flatly.
Eris growled softly turning away for a moment to think. "Ok, fine, Princey. I'm not part of the 'gang,' to be clear."
Quinn smirked again. "Whatever you say." He replied.
Kiera watched the conversation unfold with growing annoyance. "Oh, back of 'em, Quinn," She sighed. "But to be honest, he's right. We're the best you've got. There's worse people out there."
Quinn grinned. "See?" He said, shifting slightly.
"Kiera is right, there are worst things. What'd you say your name was?" Jaxton asked, fingers tapping on his knee absentmindedly. "You're going to need some better clothes if you don't want to be targeted." He sai, crunching his nose at the clothes she was currently wearing.
"I didn't say what my name was, first of all, and second of all is it even possible for you to shut up?" She said annoyedly.
"Is it possible for you to shut your mouth and listen to the people that can help you?" Jaxton retorted, fingers still tapping.
"Maybe it would be if you'd stop asking stupid questions," she replied lightly.
"How is I asking your name stupid? I can call you goody-two-shoes pretty pink princess if you'd like. Though that would probably get you targeted more."
"Oh my gods, fine. My name's Eris. I swear to god, I will kill you if you call me goody-two-shoes pretty pink princess. I'm not even related to any royalty," she groaned.
Quinn chuckled. "You aren't,? Then stop acting like it."
Eris scowled. "I'll act however I want, thanks very much."
"Who are you related to then?" Jaxton smirked, his smile unnerving to most. He had taken out his tarot cards and was shuffiling them again.
