http://ladycecaelia.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ladycecaelia.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-05-10 11:30 am

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.

[identity profile] nightcrossed.livejournal.com 2010-07-08 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
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.