<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 gave another half-nod half-bow as the Count addressed them, their eyes traveled to each of the others as they were named, though curiously enough the Pooka with the dog was not known to the Count. Quinn didn't know all that many of the city's fae personally, but they knew that the nobles tended to be better acquainted. Or at least had better book keeping. Quinn stepped back soon after, retreating to a respectable distance before finding they had been followed.<br/><br/>Eyebrows raised at the sight of Arwen coming closer, surprised. The surprise was from a mixture of being approached in the first place (rare, for a Sluagh, most people didn't make the effort) and also the obvious. She was barely clothed, though Quinn's eyes only dipped down the once to look. Wasn't it the middle of winter? They weren't so naive as to not notice how revealing the clothes were, especially when she bowed, but there was neither the lecherous stare that the Redcap had given her nor any of the fluster of the Count. Feminine (and masculine) wiles seemed to have little effect on the quiet Sluagh - much to Harley's chagrin.<br/><br/>Quinn gave her a nod as well, then offered their name, softly - "<em>Quinn Rose</em>" - in response. "<em>It's nice to meet you as well.</em>"<br/><br/>She didn't stick around long after that, but they would certainly remember that they'd taken the effort to speak to them.<br/><br/>Quinn waited for the others to arrive, and the eyebrows went up again as the next Pooka came into view. His mien was unusual even for changelings, and certainly caught the attention. Or, at least, curiosity. Quinn thought for a few long moments, seeing resemblance in both sides, but not quite the familiarity of someone they should have known. The human side came easier, memories of a cat cafe in town that they had visited once or twice. The memory was hidden by the fact that Quinn was sure they would have recognized the mien, but perhaps it had been before. Quite possibly it might have been before either of them had come into themselves. Quinn had a sudden urge to go back, cats were so<em>lovely</em>. Little balls of furry murder.<br/><br/>It clicked that the reason Corrin's mien looked both familiar and exotic at the same time was because he was wearing egyptian styled clothes. Quinn had gone through an egypt phase when they were young (who hadn't, really, it was<em>fascinating</em>), and Corrin looked just like an egyptian god, animal head and all. Quinn also knew that some (not<em>all</em>, of course, humans were quite inventful on their own) of the many, many mythological creatures and entities had been inspired by fae. A fact which sparked their curiosity even more. But now... Wasn't really the time. Someone had died. They had to find out who did it. Focus.<br/><br/>The last person to arrive was someone Quinn<em>did</em>recognize. Sir Balthazar was a renowned writer, and it seemed that Quinn wasn't the only one who knew it. A smile lit in their eyes as the Count gushed for a moment, briefly forgetting (or at least putting aside) the pain and horror that this day must be bringing him. A sweet moment of joy caused by creation, close enough to Glamor, really. It was things like this that gave<em>Quinn</em>joy, and hope that maybe the world wasn't doomed to banality after all. At least not without a fight.<br/><br/>The Count reigned himself in quickly enough, though, and soon it was on to a more somber topic. The death of his sister. Quinn remained quiet even as two of the others began to speak, agreeing silently that telling them all what he knew would be best. Once they had more information, they could start asking questions that actually mattered. So far, all they really knew was that someone had died, and that really wasn't enough to go off.