Who: Tucker Fawkes and Freycenet What: Meeting! When: May 25th, before his meeting with James and Issac Where: Band-Aid Station
Tuck still wasn’t sure what to make of this place. On the one hand… monsters. On the other hand… people? They seemed enough like ‘real’ people at least. What was real, anymore, anyway? This whole thing was seriously messing with his head. Apparently dragons, wendigos, witches, demons and god only knows what else were, actually, real. Though, speaking of witches, they were pretty good dancers if that one witch at Vice and Virtue was any indication. Was it magic, like literal magic, or was it just her skill?
Really didn’t matter, did it?
She was, apparently, a person too. Not to say Tuck didn’t think of her as a person but rather… witch and real and person, well, lot to digest. Especially when they just sorta blurt it all out. And apparently you’ve been arguing with the devil. Or a devil? Demon? He probably should have stayed awake more when his mother dragged him to church.
Lost in thought, Tucker found himself wandering around the cirque. Eventually, he sort of wandered into a more crowded area. Considering it was still early in the day, the only two places he thought might be this occupied would be places to eat… and the med station. He remembered reading that people were feeling sick, after all.
He mostly tried to stay out of the way but as he attempted to make his way back out he slammed right into a beautiful blonde woman. He knocked everything out of her arms with the blow, but with a quick tumble, he was able to catch everything and roll back onto his feet with an easy grin.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.” He laughed at his own corniness, clearly not meaning it.