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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.

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Tear had been spending the week wandering around Paixao, trying to familiarize herself more closely with her surroundings. As many had suggested, there seemed to be more to the city than met the eye.

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.

Ursula wasn't the only person wandering around the city in disguise. Not too far away stood Zexion, although you wouldn't have been able to tell it by looking at him. Illusions were a wonderful thing to be able to control. This particular one was the simplest of his repertoire: it involved nothing more than pinning his hair up out of his face and overlaying it with an illusion of mid-length brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail.

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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"Y-Yes, thank you," Ursula gasped, clinging to Tear with a small, brave smile. "I think I sprained my ankle..." She was so focused on the acting that she didn't immediately notice Zexion. When he got close enough, however, some instinct in her rang warning bells so loud, the mask of damsel-in-distress almost slipped. She met his eyes, still leaning on Tear for support, and smiled for him as well. Somehow, this boy was hiding something, she could feel it...and she could certainly feel that he saw through her disguise. But how could that be? Very few people would be able to tell who and what she really was. It was best to be cautious.

"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.

"It was nothing. Would you mind if I examined your ankle? Depending on the sprain, putting pressure on it will only make matters worse. In any case, I should only require a few moments to heal it."

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.

Sprained? Yes, it could certainly be that. A talented (or desperate) con-man certainly wouldn't be above self-injury to garner sympathy and while Tear might have missed the momentary slip in the mask, he hadn't. It came with having spent years of wearing a variety of masks, of being a thing of illusion and shadow and darkness.

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."

"That would be quite helpful," she was quick to reply to the boy, faltering on one foot into a standing position. Ursula knew there were quite a few accomplished healers in the city that would know a fake injury when they saw one and, having quite the stomach for a little pain, felt realism mattered most. She was glad she'd gone to such lengths now, but this intrusion into her little game made focusing a little more difficult than she would have liked. She had to show him she was as unconcerned with his presence as he was apparently with hers.

"You're very kind, Miss...?" Ursula trailed off expectantly, glancing at Tear.

The melodist hesitated for a moment. Surely there was no harm in giving a first name.

"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.

No real harm, perhaps. Neither of them were from his world, or so he was assuming, and therefore the only danger was that they'd use it to keep track of her commenting on the journals. No, there was no harm in a name. What she was saying was far more interesting. 'The Order' she'd said. A group to which belonged, no doubt, and most likely a healer's order if the rest of the sentence was any indicator.

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.

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