Masquerade [Active, Open]

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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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"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.