<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/OCf3wPn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Quinn Rose (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13963265#msg13963265)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>--<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>--<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Quinn was roused from the clutches of sleep by the sound of knocking. They shifted, slightly, then promptly planted their face back into the pillow. It was too early. Far too early. On a<em>Monday</em>of all things. First of the year. Surely waking up this early (especially when they'd been awake when the year turned over, talking to Jester in quiet but still perfectly interested whispers for most of the night) was just courting banality. So, for the moment, Quinn deigned to ignore it. It wasn't really that early, obviously, more like 10 in the morning. But<em>still</em>.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Quinn, their sister had the hearing of a god. Probably honed from all of the years of having to listen to her sibling talking at nothing above a stage whisper. "Hah! Heard you move. Coming in."<br/><br/>"<em>No...</em>" They whined, but they were ignored. Their twin sister burst into the room, and they sighed, lifting their head a little to glare at her. The glare turned to confusion as she waved a letter in their face.<br/><br/>"Found this in the cereal. Pretty sure it's for you."<br/><br/>"<em>The... Cereal?</em>"<br/><br/>If there was anything that could wake up an unwilling Sluagh in a hurry, it was a mystery, and then pulled themselves into a sitting position, taking the letter. It certainly<em>felt</em>like it was for them. "Yep. And if you don't open it right now I'm gonna do it for you."<br/><br/>Quinn made a face at her, then looked at the crest on the front. It wasn't<em>immediately</em>clear who it was from, but Quinn was willing to hazard a guess it was a noble. They tended to be the ones who used fancy envelopes and crests, after all. They slid a thumb under the tab and pulled it open, then pulled out the paper, eyes scanning over the document quickly. Their eyes narrowed a little when they got to the second line, the name was familiar, they might have heard it once or twice, but they weren't sure they'd actually ever met her. Either way it was a shame she had died, and a concern.<br/><br/>Their mind was already ticking as they finished the letter, then they stopped to think a while, almost forgetting Harley was there in the first place. At least, until she began to bother him again. "What is it? Is it a<em>love</em>letter?"<br/><br/>Quinn shook their head slowly. "<em>Someone died</em>." Harley's face fell somber in an instant.<br/><br/>"Oh, sorry."<br/><br/>Quinn gave her a small, distracted smile - aiming for comforting but probably missing by miles. They looked at the letter again, silent for a full five minutes before suddenly moving, as if a fire had been lit under them. "<em>I need to go. The duchess wants me to investigate</em>." There was a bit of undeniable excitement in their movements, though they at least had the common sense not to look<em>happy</em>about it. They began throwing on the closest clothes they had, not caring much about matching. Great thing about wearing black all the time, you just kinda matched no matter what you did.<br/><br/>"You need a ride?" Harley asked, her eyes slipping to sneakily read the letter that had ended up on the bed.<br/><br/>Quinn paused for a moment, thinking back to one of the sentences. Be careful. There were things about this that were weird, and when a<em>changeling</em>said things like that, you knew they were serious. Especially when that changeling was in charge of the whole city. Quinn didn't really want Harley anywhere near that, but they also knew if they said that she'd dig her heels in. And... Well. They kinda<em>did</em>need a ride or they weren't going to get there.<br/><br/>"....<em>Yes,</em>" they said, a little unwillingly, and kept dressing. Harley must've picked up on it, because she gave them a reassuring grin.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I'll stick with the bike, look at trees. Poor guy's gonna have six strangers in his face right after his sister died, asking questions. Don't need to add to it by ogling all of you."<br/><br/>Not quite a reassurance that she'd be completely safe, but good enough for now.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There wasn't much subtlety when they arrived. Harley, never one to pass up a pun, had gotten herself, well - a Harley - some time after she'd learned how to drive. It was loud, but it was at least big enough to comfortably seat both of the twins. Quinn hadn't much liked it in the beginning, but they'd gotten used to it. They left the helmet with their sister, took a moment to reacquaint themselves with solid ground, then headed deeper in. It didn't take long to find the man they were looking for, along with a couple of the others who would be joining them on this quest.<br/><br/>Quinn's voile was not much different from their mundane dress, though their voile was a bit fancier, hailing back to times long passed. In both visions most of their body was covered, their face, especially, was hidden from view, making it even more difficult to hear them than it would have been. Only their eyes were clearly visible, light brown irises while simultaneously a pure, dark black that covered sclera as well. Perhaps the most notable difference, however, was the black and red spider perched on their shoulder, a chimera.<br/><br/>They lingered a bit further back than the others had, unwilling to intrude on his space, and just generally more inclined to shyness than the others. They gave a low nod, close to a bow, eyes showing both respect and condolences. There would be three others coming, so Quinn asked no questions just yet. The less the man had to repeat himself the better. "<em>Quinn Rose, at your service, sir</em>." They didn't speak after that, instead turning inquisitive eyes to the others, then looked out around the area, eyes already scanning for anything of use. Or for danger. They had been warned to be careful, after all.