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[chicksdigtucker]

[[Millitimed to shortly after the Brawl - specifically, coincident with the cells thread. However, feel free to stretch Millitime as far as you like, just so long as it doesn't cause excessive confusion or universe-destroying paradoxes.

Not the pup's first entrance, but first entrance by this mun. If you've met Tucker before, do not assume I

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[gothymcgoth]

Cue one hot chick, in ripped jeans and tank top, weird colored hair, multiple piercings, evident and not, and some funky tats. "Y'know, usually this would be the point where I say, Take a picture, it'll last longer, but you look like you've got that covered."

[chicksdigtucker]

"And how!" agrees Tucker, taking one last pic for good measure and not even trying to pretend the focus isn't on her chest.

Then he sets the camera aside. "Hi, there. I'm Tucker. What's your name?"

[gothymcgoth]

Her fingers curl, not in a fist, but in a strange hand symbol. It takes all of her will not to call something down on his camera. Besides, she's not sure she could pull it off that precise, quite yet. "Molly. You know, you have a great future as a creepy stalker to look forward to, you keep this up."

[chicksdigtucker]

Tucker looks injured and indignant. "Hey! Do I look like a locker-shrine guy to you? I do not stalk."

[_mother_dearest]

A rather pretty young(?) woman is sitting nearby. There are a number of features that make her stand out not limited to the long black silk gown she's wearing, the sheathed sword (rather katana-like), the cup of hot tea that she's drinking, and legs to make a bishop kick in a stained-glass window. The woman didn't seem to be paying Tucker any attention as she read from a musty, thick book. She was tall, physically fit, with long dark hair and pale skin.

What Tucker doesn't know is that she's an ancient sorceress with powers beyond his wildest imagining who doesn't take kindly to oggling.

Go on, Tucker. Take the bait.

You know you want to.

[chicksdigtucker]

As a rule, Tucker is more actively interested in girls his own age, but that does not have to apply to photography. Also, the sword sets off his fanboy instincts.

Click-whirr. Click-whirr. Click-whirr.

She makes a very nice composition, actually. Not that he'd know much about that.

[_mother_dearest]

The corner of Lyrae's mouth twitched slightly. Imaging someone without their permission, especially a lady, was not a polite practice. Her steel-colored eyes flickered over to him for a moment, and then a soft light began to glow around her, barely perceptible at first, but growing into a nimbus of golden fire. The fingers on her left hand twitched in his direction as invisible threads of air snatched the camera out of his hand, bringing it to Lyrae's.

"Were you never told that imaging someone without their permission was churlish and indecent, Child?"

Her voice was stern and thickly accented as she snapped a rebuke.

[chicksdigtucker]

"Hey!" Lyrae's action is exactly the one to bypass Tucker's sense of self-preservation. He hops off his stool and runs after his fugitive camera. "That cam's brand new!"

[ami_imperfect]

If Tucker ever considered Dani to be a "hot chick", Danny would probably kick his ass from here to Cleaveland.

"Hi, Tucker. Long time no see."

[chicksdigtucker]

That would raise the weirdness of their lives to previously unheard-of levels. No thank you.

Dani's timing would be just right to induce a spit-take, except Tucker ordered a milkshake and it hasn't made it all the way up the straw yet. Instead, his reaction just makes the shake go bloop.

"Danielle? Hi! Danny said you were here!" Still startling, though.

[ami_imperfect]

She giggles. "Yup. He mentioned that you and Sam drop by here sometimes, too."

[chicksdigtucker]

"Yeeeah, not much." Tucker waves a rib idly as he speaks. "This is like the second time I've been here when we're not smack in the middle of an emergency."

[chicksdigtucker]

Tuck's definition of a 'hot chick' is pretty broad, and between that and the blue, this lady definitely qualifies as a Point of Interest. (Granted, a lot of ghosts have inhuman skin tones, but she doesn't look like a ghost at all. She's got a sense of solidity to her.)

Click-whirr.

[chicksdigtucker]

Tucker holds the camera away from him to look at the display. It's quite a nice shot. "Cool!" He glances up and notices the blue lady looking at him. "You wanna see?"