Name: Quill
Title: N/A
Age: 24
Race: Human
Class: Budding Journalist
act ii. The Diagnostics
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127lbs
Hair: Mid Length Spiky, Sea Green
Eyes: Blue
Voice: Average female
Skin: Pale, Yellow Toned
Likes: Teasing, Prank, General Mischief
Dislikes: Being told what to do, Authority, Adults
Attitude: Brash, energetic, and a bit rude at times
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Quill
An Avid Fan and Presenter on TerraCast.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by RolePlayGateway, as played by Sick Puppy
Description
So begins...
Quill's Story
Giggling she would reply, "How about interviewing Lucifer dearie, I am sure Lucy got a lot to say, and well after all you flirted with her, I imagine an interview should not end badly. Besides all press is good press as they say." with that she would open up her barcardi and take long heavy swig.
Valorie blushed slightly at what was going on, eyeing Sirad thoughtfully. Were they flirting? Oh my... She decidedly abandoned the thought to stick with Quill though. This time, it was Stryfe that she wound up staring at through her camcorder. "..."
Cynthia looked back to Quill, and sheltered her mouth. She couldn't help but hide the curls that arised at the edges of it. "Ouch. Ja-ckal got played." she mouthed, but stepped away from the reporter and the Invictus leader. "I don't want to be recorded."
"I can not consent to that and they have to stop, right? They'd have to stop recording?" Cynthia asked Stryfe.
"I can not consent to that and they have to stop, right? They'd have to stop recording?" Cynthia asked Stryfe.
Quill hesitated then smiled as a new point of attack ran red through her mind.
'Well if your happy to make a disturbance, with no warrants, and no explantion im sure the TerraCast viewers would be thrilled. Thank you for your lack of time.' Quill knew that the media was a highly influential part to play in politics.
Quill couldnt use a weapon, no, but in a metaphorical sense her journalistic instincts and abilities often allowed her to do much more damage than any weapon could. She lived for this, and what was more she had it all recorded thanks to Valorie.
With no further interest in the soldiers, Quill turned and headed back to Sirad before her pager bleeped.
'How did you do?' she asked Valorie with a sweet, caring smile on her face. 'Did you get it?'
'Well if your happy to make a disturbance, with no warrants, and no explantion im sure the TerraCast viewers would be thrilled. Thank you for your lack of time.' Quill knew that the media was a highly influential part to play in politics.
Quill couldnt use a weapon, no, but in a metaphorical sense her journalistic instincts and abilities often allowed her to do much more damage than any weapon could. She lived for this, and what was more she had it all recorded thanks to Valorie.
With no further interest in the soldiers, Quill turned and headed back to Sirad before her pager bleeped.
'How did you do?' she asked Valorie with a sweet, caring smile on her face. 'Did you get it?'
"Uh... I don't know. I'm not a lawyer." Stryfe informed Cynthia, "It's going to be news or something, so I don't think you can legally stop them." She said.
The woman raised an eyebrow at Quill. "Wait... walking into this bar with fifteen other people is a disturbance, but... the gun fight that apparently happened earlier and all of the other violent stuff that happens isn't?" Stryfe asked, "By the way, we don't need warrants. We aren't cops. We're an NGO."
The woman raised an eyebrow at Quill. "Wait... walking into this bar with fifteen other people is a disturbance, but... the gun fight that apparently happened earlier and all of the other violent stuff that happens isn't?" Stryfe asked, "By the way, we don't need warrants. We aren't cops. We're an NGO."
Valorie fiddled with the recorder idly, trying her hardest to figure out how to use it properly without breaking it. She pulled up video footage. "Yeah--It's all here..." she said, before looking up to meet Quill's eyes. "So this is for the news..?" she asked curiously in a hushed tone. Politics and news and government--None of that was her forte. She might as /well/ have been as naive as a child as far as anyone else was concerned.
Quills mind turned to work, she had a report to work on concerning the unexplained entry to gambits by the militia....she had to rush to the spaceport to report on an unkown occurence but apparently it was big news. Also interviewing Lucifer? where had that sprung from? 'Errm im sorry,but what do you mean Sirad?' Quill wondered whether the kiss gesture may have gone to sirads head. but that wsnt necessarily a bad thing...
Quill took the tape from Valorie, 'Thank you ever so much, and yes once im done writing for it it should be uploaded to TerraCast, and its all thanks to you' Quill hugged Valorie, it felt...right.
Quill took the tape from Valorie, 'Thank you ever so much, and yes once im done writing for it it should be uploaded to TerraCast, and its all thanks to you' Quill hugged Valorie, it felt...right.
She would smirk and reply, "I am Lucifer, watch my eyes and you shall see the landscapes of Hell, feel my breath on your body and it will scarred by the arsenic on my lips, my fingers caressing could rip apart. Trust me and I promise I am Lucifer, the real one."
Valorie was hugged. This was a happy Valorie, and a smile breached her otherwise unusually quiet demeanor. She looked up to meet Quill's eyes and--Arcues almighty there's a dragon in the rafters! Valorie's eyes grew wide and she just sort of found herself stopping to stare. Better catch it. In her balls. Pokeballs. ...Whatever Sirad was saying flew over her head. She was temporarily oblivious.
The woman's eyes widened. She heel-turned, and stepped to the back of Quill, tapping her on the shoulder. She'd no idea who the woman was talking to, or why, but the grave concern in her eyes probably told her she didn't care.
"Excuse me? Can, I, uh... Speak to you? Are you busy? It's pretty important. You might want to bring your recorder. I can wait, but not too long."
"Excuse me? Can, I, uh... Speak to you? Are you busy? It's pretty important. You might want to bring your recorder. I can wait, but not too long."
Quill felt a sudden rush of heat rush over her... not of fear, but damn the way she said that was hot. 'what the hell am i thinking' quill thought to herself... ' Well if Lucifer wants to give an interview i guess i could have it arranged. Quill said distantly as she was tapped on the shoulder.
'I really dont think its any of your buisness,' Quill said stepping towards where the woman waited in a strong determined manner.
'I really dont think its any of your buisness,' Quill said stepping towards where the woman waited in a strong determined manner.
Valorie wanted you, Spyro. She wanted you all for herself. "..."
But then something distracted her. Quill, namely. Valorie turned her head and looked at Cynthia curiously. However, Quill seemed less than eager to let the other woman interrupt. Valorie really didn't understand the etiquette and nuancies of the situation, so she just sort of... continued to keep her mouth shut. Meanwhile, some jerk was fighting. She had to force herself to pretend not to be frightened by the presence of a lunatic fighting in a crowded area.
But then something distracted her. Quill, namely. Valorie turned her head and looked at Cynthia curiously. However, Quill seemed less than eager to let the other woman interrupt. Valorie really didn't understand the etiquette and nuancies of the situation, so she just sort of... continued to keep her mouth shut. Meanwhile, some jerk was fighting. She had to force herself to pretend not to be frightened by the presence of a lunatic fighting in a crowded area.
Clapping her hands she would smirk, "Excellent, I guess where do you wish to begin, I will answer everything honestly no matter what." turning to the dragon she would roll her eyes, and send chains of hell come up ripping up to the rafters, they would crash through the floor, wrap around the rafters and tug roughly, while she drank from her bottle, appearing uncaring, "So light's camera, action?"
"I don't care about your interviews. I'm not trying to butt into your business, lady. Trust me. It's about mine. If I could speak to you, somewhere, privately, it'd be fantastic. With your camcorder." Cynthia said, gesturing to the item.
"I'll pay you for your time. That's what you're after, right? Money."
Cynthia dove into her pocket, and pulled out her wallet. She was desperate.
"It's not going to take more than a minute."
"I'll pay you for your time. That's what you're after, right? Money."
Cynthia dove into her pocket, and pulled out her wallet. She was desperate.
"It's not going to take more than a minute."
With a final snicker, the lamp disappeared in a poof of smoke.
At almost the same moment, a small sparrow fluttered in from the window, flapping across the room and alighting upon Valorie's head. The sparrow glanced between Sirad, Quill and Cynthia from her perch, and if anyone hadn't known better they might have sworn it gulped.
It was a dangerous game the child-demon played, dancing on the edge of butting into the Big Boss' business. But Raiivyn had never been particularly cautious. "Lights, camera, and boom goes the dragon!"
At almost the same moment, a small sparrow fluttered in from the window, flapping across the room and alighting upon Valorie's head. The sparrow glanced between Sirad, Quill and Cynthia from her perch, and if anyone hadn't known better they might have sworn it gulped.
It was a dangerous game the child-demon played, dancing on the edge of butting into the Big Boss' business. But Raiivyn had never been particularly cautious. "Lights, camera, and boom goes the dragon!"
Quill turned in shock as the chains pushed up through the floor and engorged the dragon in their fiersome grip... 'I'll be righ with you Sirad, this wont take long.'
Quill glared back at the woman... ' No actually, money isn't the reason i do my work. iIbring the truth of a story to my viewers perspective, and i love it. Im freelance, i could get fired tomorrow and not have a care, money isnt an issue, so if were done?...'
Quill glared back at the woman... ' No actually, money isn't the reason i do my work. iIbring the truth of a story to my viewers perspective, and i love it. Im freelance, i could get fired tomorrow and not have a care, money isnt an issue, so if were done?...'
Meanwhile, Valorie just sort of paled as chains straight from hell broke through the floor and started ensnaring stuff. Arceus Almighty! What the Distortion World! Things were getting a bit too frightening for her anxious mind. She moved closer to Quill and just sort of hid amongst the larger female's presence. Somehow, this came more naturally than sending out a giant dragonite to go punch someone in the face. It probably had something to do with valuing life more than to try and hurt people over the slightest emotion.
Regardless, she attempted to keep recording in an effort not to disappoint her companion. But what was that feeling on her head...? The young girl didn't seem to immediately notice the bird.
Regardless, she attempted to keep recording in an effort not to disappoint her companion. But what was that feeling on her head...? The young girl didn't seem to immediately notice the bird.
"We're not." Cynthia said, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I can't have my face on your news show, alright? Whatever footage you have with me in it, you need to cut it out. I'm in, uh,"
Her jaw slacked open for a moment, and the woman averted her eyes to the floor. A shaky breath rattled out of her chest. Her hands were shaking in their place.
"Witness protection program. If I have my face on the news, I could be killed. Do you get me? It's serious. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I'm not with that Invictus chick. Okay?"
Her eyes tracked to the sparrow on Valorie's head.
Her jaw slacked open for a moment, and the woman averted her eyes to the floor. A shaky breath rattled out of her chest. Her hands were shaking in their place.
"Witness protection program. If I have my face on the news, I could be killed. Do you get me? It's serious. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I'm not with that Invictus chick. Okay?"
Her eyes tracked to the sparrow on Valorie's head.
Turning to him she laughed, "Oh yes, it was completely necessary and utterly hilarious..." turning back to Quill she would respond, "God some people can be such dragons when they wake up, I tell ya, anyway, not like got anywhere to go. I merely come here to drink and maybe meet some pretty girls, by the way this interview no one else will get so ask anything when you are ready."
"Eh... I came here to see if anyone might have clues to where The Ripper might be, but... things are getting a bit too... usual." Stryfe said, pointing to the exit.
"Tonight! We dine in... a restaurant!" She said dramatically, imitating a certain Spartan from a certain movie. "No, but seriously, back to The Palace."
"Tonight! We dine in... a restaurant!" She said dramatically, imitating a certain Spartan from a certain movie. "No, but seriously, back to The Palace."