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'.
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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?"