Lucien could hear the applause that erupted as he had walked away from the tent. At least.. the audience was satisfied, but he could not say he felt the same. The Ringleader attempted to get rid of the expression he wore as he made his way through the grounds. Anyone who knew him well would be able to tell something had happened, and the current events was not something he wanted to share with the rest of the troupe. He'd give Geralt his chance, because he knew that there were some who would view him even worse than they already did. This was his first big mistake, he didn't want to ruin his relationships with the others because of it. He just hoped he had learned not to do it again. 

He was heading to the next performance tent when Oscar had approached him. 

[b]"I'm done helping Alex, did'ya want me to go back to the Magician's tent?"[/b] The man asked.

[color=burlywood]"Helping Alex?"[/color] He questioned. 

[b]"Aye, with the new toys? Geralt said you wanted me to go help Alex with that?"[/b]

At this, Lucien let out a small sigh, but gave Oscar a smile. 

[color=burlywood]"Right, of course. Thank you, Oscar. You don't have to head back over there, he should be done by now. Go do as you usually do, the night will come to an end soon."[/color] He said. 

The nephilim couldn't help but be a little annoyed that Geralt had sent the carnie off with a lie, but he knew that Oscar wouldn't have questioned the order. He let him go and went on to continue his rounds, eventually returning to his trailer. Illyana had stopped by at one point to give a report, but aside from that, Geralt had not come to see him.

The following days it had even seemed that he was going out of his way to avoid him, but the next few shows had gone well despite that. The turnouts had been even better than the second day, and it seemed that at least Geralt had learned his lesson, as he didn't catch him doing it again. No one had really seen him around too often, like he was purposefully avoiding socializing with anyone. Even Cora and Akane had left him alone, clearly sensing that the man did not want anyone's company.

Lucien went about his usual last night activities.. heading to town to heal, before returning early before dawn. Once the circus had been all packed up, they hit the road once more. At the moment he wasn't sure where they should stop, but it seemed the popular Las Vegas would seem like a good option now that they had hit Nevada, he just wasn't sure if they should head straight there, or make another stop in between. He had heard that there was currently construction being done on a dam, meaning that this project had given people more job opportunity in these troubled times. Perhaps heading straight there was best? 

The Ringleader was contemplating this decision as they had made their stop for the night, to give everyone some proper rest before hitting the road again. It just so happened... that this night had also landed on the Full Moon. He had set up his space of comfort at the top of his trailer as he usually did. 

There was a small but comfortable lawn chair he had tied up there for transport, and a small table he usually folded. All of this was usually covered with a tarp to keep it all safe and secure during travel, but he utilized these things on nights like these. On top of the table was a bottle of whiskey, and a half empty glass. On his lap was his sketchbook, his golden eyes being able to see just fine in the darkening sky, where the full moon was already revealing itself. Honestly.. part of him sometimes wondered why he still did this. Here he was.. four years later.. prisoner to a routine he technically didn't have a need for. Despite that.. there had always been a part of him that was hopeful.. that somehow.. something would come of this.