Location: Southeast Duncaster > Unity Celebration | Mentions: @c3p-0h
Repeating in his mind were his objectives and he mentally sorted and resorted their levels of priorities, not quite sure how best to tackle the tasks. On the one hand, he was closed to the meeting spot he chose to pass along to the Maxwells. On the other hand, the sun was already beginning to set and he had left Kiri behind hours ago without checking back in on her. And then, of course, there was always the matter of hunting down Samael. Perhaps his elevated status within the underworld would lead to a wider network of information, a way for him to better track the rogue wizard's whereabouts. And when he finds Samael, maybe that will lead him to a way to help Kiri get back to her world of yesteryear, the world Zeke had already lived through and left behind.
In contemplating the possibility, he couldn't help but theorize about time travel and how it would affect his own history and the future that he currently lived in. His earshot began to fill with jovial commotion, prompting him to look down the street upon which he was walking and take in the sights of a growing crowd amidst newly erected festive structures. The Duncaster Unity Festival. He looked upon small children wearing red hoods and holding hotdogs, teenagers with werewolf masks and others with vampire makeup. He could spot the authentic specimens that were peppered within the crowd as well, all of whom appeared to share varying degrees of interest in this celebration that took the lore of the Red Hoods and capitalized on it in an attempt to bring all of the diverse species that made up the citizens of Duncaster and unite them together for at least one night.
Zeke's stomach growled again. His previous conundrum of how to prioritize his objectives was suddenly straightened out by his hunger. Food first. Food is right by the river... Maxwell second. After completing his task he could report back his success and finally be one step away from the criminal kingpin of Duncaster, who could hopefully point him in the direction of Samael who would either help Kiri or die... that's third.
Franks A Lot, he read as he approached one of the food cart. Hotdogs were easy enough. As he made his way to the front of the queue, a husky, balding man inside of the trailer poked his head out and said, "What'll it be, big guy?"
"Five," Zeke said.
"Five?" the cook repeated, seemingly dubious. "Five what?" he gave a nod toward the menu plastered on the side of the trailer.
"I don't care. Just give me five." The cook squinted his eyes for a minute and forced himself to get passed the strange order and got to work. Minutes later, he produced five franks dressed in a variety of ways. Zeke slipped him a couple of large notes and left, forfeiting his change. After four massive bites, he was down to just three hotdogs left. He decided to take those and sit on the curb of the street, his eyes glued to the waterfront as he waited for Vance Maxwell to show up.