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Masquerade [Active, Open]
Character(s): Ursula as Vanessa, open
Content: Ursula wanders about town in disguise yet again.
Setting: Near Paixao Central Station
Time: Week 21, dusk
Warnings: Deception!
Things had been far too quiet for Ursula's liking. Her own colleagues (if you could even call them as such) barely made a peep, excluding Hook who had gotten himself besotted with some girl. How would that serve him? The old sea dog's weakness for beautiful women would be his undoing yet.
Well, she still had plans. Maleficent may have been content to rest on her laurels and watch the machinations of the Organization and all this Halloween Town business, but Ursula would not be so lethargic! It was time again to go out into the town and do a little reconnaissance. And if she happened to convince another person to seek out the services of the terrifying Sea Witch, well, that was a bonus.
Now she wandered the streets outside of the train station, disguised as a beautiful human girl. The false sky above was darkening, the light casting a purple hue on the busy street of commuters coming and going to the station. She put on her best innocent expression and took a few steps into the crowd.
"Oh!" she suddenly cried out, falling to the ground. She bit her bottom lip, eyes swimming with tears as the crowd of natives simply walked around, ignoring her.
Content: Ursula wanders about town in disguise yet again.
Setting: Near Paixao Central Station
Time: Week 21, dusk
Warnings: Deception!
Things had been far too quiet for Ursula's liking. Her own colleagues (if you could even call them as such) barely made a peep, excluding Hook who had gotten himself besotted with some girl. How would that serve him? The old sea dog's weakness for beautiful women would be his undoing yet.
Well, she still had plans. Maleficent may have been content to rest on her laurels and watch the machinations of the Organization and all this Halloween Town business, but Ursula would not be so lethargic! It was time again to go out into the town and do a little reconnaissance. And if she happened to convince another person to seek out the services of the terrifying Sea Witch, well, that was a bonus.
Now she wandered the streets outside of the train station, disguised as a beautiful human girl. The false sky above was darkening, the light casting a purple hue on the busy street of commuters coming and going to the station. She put on her best innocent expression and took a few steps into the crowd.
"Oh!" she suddenly cried out, falling to the ground. She bit her bottom lip, eyes swimming with tears as the crowd of natives simply walked around, ignoring her.
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The brunette was passing by the central station on her way back to the hotel where she was staying with Luke and Guy when she heard a sudden outcry in the midst of the crowd.
Her instincts as a soldier and a fonist forced her feet to stop, and she turned to see a young woman sprawled on the ground, seemingly having difficulty in getting back up.
Tear hurried over and knelt beside the woman.
"Are you all right, Miss? See if you can stand. I've been trained as a healer, so if you've suffered any injuries, I should be able to take care of them."
After a moment's hesitation, Tear offered an arm for the girl to brace herself against if necessary.
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The rest was simply a matter of avoiding clothes in black and leaving his cloak behind - a loss he rather regretted, but sacrifices had to be made in all things.
Not surprisingly, Ursula's fall caught his eye. He would have had to have been blind to miss it, but he couldn't say he thought she was in any real danger. It had been far too... choreographed to be a real error and were it not for the sake of his own disguise he would have sneered at the attempt. That was hardly the way to get someone's attention properly. People fell on a regular basis - most of what she'd get like that would be bleeding hearts. Easy to manipulate, yes, but not really the sort of person you wanted to actually rely for anything apart from fawning lackeys.
And if that hadn't been enough there was another thing that smelled fishy about the whole affair. Rather literally so, as a matter of fact. Her scent was all wrong. It was all the deepest darkest depths of the seas. The things that slithered and slunk and oozed. It was the worst of the seas and the wildest of the seas and it held no love for anyone and anything and that spoke to the nature of her plea far better than the crocodile tears and the almost too-sweet voice.
Still - and it rather pained him to admit it at this point - the person he was acting as wouldn't simply leave her to her fortunes, so settling a properly concerned expression on his face he hurried over to her side, bending to one knee out of 'concern'.
"Are you alright?"
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"Thank you both for your concern," she simpered, wincing at the real pain in her foot -- Ursula had gone whole hog for this little play.
/major fail.
Tear, too, was focused. So focused that any slip of Ursula's role as a damsel-in-distress went entirely unnoticed. She had trained herself to help whomever she could, and it failed to cross her mind that anything about this scene might be amiss.
She did, however, take a second to notice the approach of yet another person. Tear spared a glance in Zexion's direction, not sure if she should request further assistance or not.
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His own mask, needless to say, didn't falter in the least. Rather, he offered an helpless smile and a shrug in answer to Tear's unspoken question. Concerned though he was(n't) he couldn't do anything to fix a sprain.
"I'm afraid I can't offer anything more than a shoulder to lean on."
No worries!
"You're very kind, Miss...?" Ursula trailed off expectantly, glancing at Tear.
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"Tear," she responded finally. "Please think nothing of it. I'm only doing my job. To ignore a civilian would be to disgrace not only myself, but the Order."
Turning her attention back to Zexion, she studied him for a moment, and then gave a short nod. "I think that would suffice, if you don't mind. As I said, this shouldn't take long at all."
Tear shifted to better examine the ankle in question. After all that had happened, Tear really should have known better, but as disorienting as this city could be on its own, she wasn't expecting trickery of this sort.
Stretching a palm out towards Ursula's ankle, Tear began to gather seventh fonons, or this world's equivalent, so she could use them to relieve the pain and heal any damage.
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Not surprising, perhaps, but interesting.
"Of course," Zexion answered with a slight smile as he moved to a position where he could more easily take some of the young woman's weight, silently thanking the fact that he hadn't worn a for taller than himself. Not even he could hold up someone on something that wasn't there.