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Lightish-brown, rather short but not a buzz-cut.

Okay, if I can get a promise this won't take all of summer to get done, I'd like to take another request. XD Marcus Trueman. For reference: He should wear a tux, and shouldn't be arrogant, but self-confident and capable. Thanks! Oh, and this is my 800th post!

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...Malik is dead. That monster is no more. Finally, we've struck a blow. For my father. For Elijah. For everyone who has died because of these sons of *****es. Two of their top agents are now dead at our hands. I stand behind the glass railing, peering out at the lobby. Grant Aamor is led...

...very polite." "Shut up," Malik slurred sleepily, sinking into a chair and blinking slowly. Another blink and he was out. Aamor smirked. *** Malcolm folds his arms across his chest as his men repair the damage, making sure the infrastructure is secure. Kyle Gordon and Randall...

...right there..." Hunt looked at him in interest as he hung up. "What is it?" Aamor scratched his arms nervously. "Something big...you'll see..." *** It's my first mission since...Dad died. And in all honesty I'm excited. Maybe, with this case, this hole in my stomach can finally be healed...

Quill waves. "Hello, hello, good day...whatever, this politeness thing isn't working for me right now, I've had to introduce myself like a gentleman to too many people today." He pauses, and looks confusedly downward. "Did that make any sense whatsoever?"

Quill quirks an eyebrow, arms crossed. "Good day. I assume you two know each other...in some way?"

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...6, which was the first chapter involving Natalie Hunt and the pods, take a look at the conversation between the two cops, lol. ;) Chapter 26 "Bull****. Total, complete bull****." Daren's angrier than I've ever seen him. Constantly pacing, always angry...and I understand why. This changes...

"Plenty of rooms at the tavern, I've been there three days." He shrugs. "Should be fine, I'd think."

He raises an eyebrow incredulously and slightly condescendingly. "I don't like fire. You control fire. Thought it would have been obvious."

He blinks, a blank stare on his face. "Well, I can tell we're just going to get along swimmingly."

He shrugs. "I have an...aversion to fire. I once burned my hands badly once as a child, always maintained a moderate distance from it ever since. Plus, a fire dancer? I'm not even sure what that is, which is what I was expressing. But I'll watch...just out of scorching distance." He smiles...

He nods. "I'm not entirely sure what "firedancer" means but I'm fairly certain that I'll find out in the next couple of minutes," he deadpans quickly all in one breath, before stepping back. "Should be interesting."

He smiles, crossing his arms. "Why not? Should draw a crowd, I daresay. Oh, by the way, the name is Quill. Yours is...?"

"Entertained," he declares simply. "Plenty of interesting people walking around here, myself included," he says self-effacingly, gesturing to his green shirt and purple cape. "I don't exactly have a knack for subtlety...except when I want to," he says cheerfully, chuckling. He scans the other...

It took him a second to register the collision, having basically drowned out the outside world in favor of his own thoughts. He stepped backwards unstably, eyes flickering open. He balanced himself before replying. "No no, my fault, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going...too...

Quill blinked. Raios had walked out on him. How rude...he scowled slightly, swaying in the wind. The other one, "Luke," had walked out on him too. "Am I really that boring?" he asked himself, raising his hands to the sky melodramatically, chuckling slightly, eyes glancing around. Lots of...

Blinking, Quill notices that Luke is gone. He turns towards Raios. "I assume he does that often. Um, I was thinking the tavern, not any bottle on me or anything. People-watching is fun." ((I'm going to be gone until Sunday afternoon. I might be able to get on briefly Saturday, but not much. I'm...

((Quill isn't in the tavern right now. He's outside talking with Luke and Raios.)) He chuckles at Raios's question. "I have no rhyme nor reason, no destination in mind. I am but a hapless wanderer in search of entertainment and amusement. Some find me shallow, vain, conceited, smug...

"Sounds expensive," he stated sarcastically. "My name's Quill. Just Quill." This "Raios," like the majority of people Quill met, was slightly taller than him, and he noted with interest the fact that the man was barefoot.

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He rolled his eyes, smiling arrogantly. "Morning, "bud," he deadpanned, chuckling. "It's a pleasure to meet new people, as always."

For a split second, Quill actually wondered whether the boy was pulling an elaborate prank on him similar to that Quill liked to play on others. But as the boy spent a full twenty seconds simply staring at the sky and murmuring, he concluded that that particular hypothesis was wrong. Odd...

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He nods absentmindedly, examining him a bit more. "I'd say you've been doing that for a while. Might I ask why?"

His demeanor remains casual, and he chuckles at being called "funny dude," musing over the irony in that statement. "Quill. Just Quill. What brings you here? Wait, I probably already know. You just wandered over here, and you don't even know what this town's name is or what you're doing here."

((Understood.)) Sighing and rolling his eyes, although on the inside he was both perplexed and laughing, he licked his own hand and patted down the hair. "There. Now, let me be a bit more direct, with no room for...misinterpretations this time. What's your name, kid?"

For once in his life Quill actually felt a little confused as the boy tried to pat his hair down after giving such a strange answer. Curious behavior, he'd never met a person so...spacey before. "Um, yes, that's my hair," he said flatly, not moving one bit as the boy continued his attempt to...

As he hummed quietly to himself, drowned in his own thoughts, he faintly heard an energetic "Hai!" from behind him. He turned around, going hmn? in acknowledgement. A half smile formed on his face as he observed the figure standing before him. Blond hair, dopey eyes, blue tunic...happy-go-lucky...

Quill ignores the looks of bewilderment on some of the other patron's faces as he snarfs down his food, bedhead prominent even though his green shirt and purple cloak are neat and tidy. He quickly finishes and tidies up a little bit, licking his fingers to comb his hair, humming and smiling to...

His eyes flickered open as he lay there, lacking the will to actually get up. Quill groaned, forcing himself to sit up. He quickly got dressed and looked himself over in the mirror. His green eyes were still half-closed and had dark circles underneath, and his sandy hair stuck up in all...

Quill nodded absentmindedly, rubbing his eyes wearily. Might as well head to bed himself...he'd seen enough for tonight. Plenty to do in the morning, after all. Yawning, he stood and placidly walked to his own room, and immediately went to sleep.

((Shadsie's up, I suppose. Finish our conversations, go to morning, head to the town, everyone meets, RP is on the road. Imogen, last I checked I was the last one who posted in our conversation.))

((Okay, sounds good. The six need to meet sooner or later, the question is when.)) He shrugs nonchalantly in response, smiling at her. "Naturally, as is the case with most times a person says something as odd as that, and that's full of "don't do this," I've obviously been trying to know as...

"But I'm not done speaking to you." He leans forward. "You see the man over there, the one who offered you and Black over there a drink? He told me earlier tonight, and I quote, 'bad things happen to people who know too much.'" He smiles. "Am I going to have bad things happen to me?" ((Where...

"The woman you were talking to seems a bit conspicuous, don't you think?" he asks conversationally, kicking his legs back. "Hooded, black cloak, death glare...you know, that stuff. Blah blah blah. Anyway, to be perfectly blunt, Susan, I kinda feel like sticking my nose into other people's...

Quill simply stares at Judith placidly, a smile on his face that he hoped gave the impression that he knew what was going on...not that he did, at any rate. But it always amused him to make others uncomfortable, and thus give up something important.

((Oops, my bad. Edited it, should make sense now.))

Quill narrowed his eyes, drumming his fingers against the table as the enigmatic black-cloaked woman from before pulled the crimson-cloaked one away from the table. Something was up here. Mentally he made a note to possibly wear more inconspicuous clothes the next time around, but what could he...

"Evening to you, Madam." Quill moves to the seat next to her, slouching significantly. He wiped off the sleeves of his green shirt from some invisible dust, and smiled. "Name's Quill. How are you this fine evening?"

A deep breath, and a sigh as Quill kicked back his legs contentedly. A couple of hours, pretty much nonstop entertainment. Tick tock tick tock...he yawned. He was one of the few sober ones left, and it was rather fun to watch those who had intoxicated themselves. Perhaps it was time to retire...

He chuckles, and quirks a curious eyebrow. "Bad things happen to people who know too much, huh?" He stands, taking one final swig of his drink. "I'll be sure to bear that in mind." He smiles cordially at the man, standing up and flapping his purple cloak dramatically, well aware that many of...

He chuckles softly, and raises the drink to his lips. He sets it down. "Do you know why I am here?" he asks innocently, raising both eyebrows and taking another sip. "I'm bored. And I like looking out for interesting people. And I fail to see why you would attempt that on a woman who frankly to...