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WHO: Fuu Hououji...? and YOU
WHERE: Heropa and Around
WHEN: Feburary 12th to probably the end of the Heartless event
WHAT: Nobody's in here, nobody's tricked me!
WARNINGS: None.

Fuu was on her way home through the park when she heard a rustling and felt Windam. He had been restive ever since they had been separated by the City, and now he didn't wait for her opinion before he emerged in a gout of brilliant green light--but lightspeed wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the claws of darkness. They pierced his heart and Fuu's at the same time. Fuu tried to gasp through the ice that seemed to pierce her chest straight through, but she had no breath to gasp with, no pulse to quicken, no--

--she blinked up at the sky. There was something soft at her back; tilting her head up, she saw the downy breast and distant beak of an enormous white bird, sitting on the soccer field, while two dark shapes scurried away. The girl watched them go without emotion. It was warm and sunny, but then the phone in her pocket buzzed. A reminder to buy flowers for Valentine's? With a heart emoji. The girl touched her fingers to her neck. No pulse.

Fuu's Phone. She wasn't Fuu. Fuu... Wind. Air. Invisible though it was, it had substance. She had none. Nor did the bleached version of Windam that shut its eyes in the sunshine. A strange glove lay on the ground beside her; she slipped it on and stood. The dark creatures were dangerous, and she saw no reason to confront them. She didn't know what was important or what she ought to do, but she decided to try retracing her steps. Maybe she would figure out what was important that way.

[ooc: Will match brackets or prose!

Feel free to run into ~~Fuu~~ anywhere around the Porter cities / her house / etcetera. Or you can try to talk to Nobody!Windam in Heropa, not that he wants to do anything but bask.]

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Omigawdsno! [provoke successful! she scowls, folding her arms tightly to herself.] It's not even a clever application of such a foul power, is it? Honestly, Fuu, if you're going to conjure up nonsense, put a bit of heart into it!

[HURR HURR]

[...hm. she ought to be feeling something from that--her face should be moving, restraining a smile. but her expression feels completely flat. so much that she actually pats lightly at her cheek, but there really is nothing happening.

heart, though... that is where she felt the wound. even though there isn't any blood. she touches her fingers to her wrist, and then her neck. nope. nothing.]

I don't think I have any heart right now.

Huh?

[Cecelia squints, watching this curious act.

is it an act?

her ear twitches.]

Uh, wait, what? What do you mean?

[She notes the ear-twitch, an interesting reaction. It doesn't look like she's quite being believed, but it is a fairly outlandish thing to say.]

I don't have a pulse. [...] That is where I felt the monster strike. But it doesn't make sense to have no pulse and still be alive. That's not physiologically possible.

Ec...scuse me? [she squints, then holds up her hand.] Wait. Waaaitwaitwaitwait, sorry, shut up for a second? Like, stop talking for a second.

[she hesitates, then leans forward a little, head tilted, listening. past the rustle of grass and dried leaves, the movement of vehicles, nearby pedestrian footsteps and bag rustling, she should hear...]

Oh, gods. [she recoils a bit, starting to grow genuinely troubled.] Omigawds, Fuu, did you tick off a necromancer?! Did you die and get raised?

Ah...

[She's about to say that no, neither of things happened. But if she was struck in the heart, shouldn't she be dead? That would make a lot more sense than her walking around and talking like this.

Also, Cecelia's hearing is good enough to detect other people's heartbeats? That's a noteworthy fact.]

I suppose those monsters could have come from a necromancer, although I'm not aware of any living here. But I don't feel like I actually died... I did fall over. Does that count?

Whoa, wait--wait, you said those...the shadow things did this? [now she's got goosepimples; how many times have those beasties almost nicked her alone?!] Omigawds. Why is nobody freaking out over this?!

[She shuts her eyes. Yes, under normal circumstances she would definitely be doing that. Not so openly, but she'd be searching for something, anything that seemed rational and real and cling onto that.

But there's nothing. She knows that she's been changed and that it's wrong and that the situation is dangerous, but there is nothing to go with the knowledge.]

I can't. [...] But you seem to be doing a good job of it.

Because it's weird? Like, really weird! [she's a mix of disgust and fear, daring to poke at Fuu's arm in such a way as if to expect an explosion or spore.] You don't hear any, like, wicked demonic voices in your head right now, do you? Telling you to do some evil bidding?

[The poke to the arm does provoke physical sensation, and she moves it away a little in response.]

The only voices I hear are yours and mine. [...] It is odd that Windam has nothing to say, though. So that is very weird.

I just--can't seem to freak out.

You can't tell me you're okay with this, Fuu! Like! Seriously? [this is hard to wrap her head around. if she's a zombie, she's not zombie enough, but if she's fine, she's also definitely not fine enough.]

So, like...what are you going to do, then? Besides not freak out. Huh?

[Okay... not okay. These are words with inflections attached to them which she technically understands. If she's one or the other, then she would be not okay? This is far removed from her usual state. Also, one of her organs is missing from her body.]

You don't seem to understand... I'm not okay, and I'm not not-okay. Those don't.... [she tries to shape words around it.] That doesn't exist for me.

What do you think I should do? I've met a doppleganger of myself, but I've never--changed from myself this way.

How would I know?! I don't know any necromancers or, or whatever it is that can fix this! [she huffs, uneasy and exasperated. she starts to walk away from her, then back, pacing nervously.]

Like. Like, I don't know. Maybe, like...ask network-people? There's got to be some weirdo who knows what's up!

Hm... all right. That seems useful.

[Cecelia, you have so many emotions all the time. It isn't that Fuu is jealous. But she is very aware of how much she can't do it aymore.]

I don't think we need a necromancer. I'm not dead. [She looks a her hand, touching the still veins in her wrist.] But asking for help will probably be useful, since neither of us have encountered this before.

[she wants to make a comment about zombies, but she also hates zombies and doesn't want to think about Fuu being a zombie, so she just...doesn't make a comment about zombies.

she just thinks about it, which is what she didn't want to do in the first place!

ugh.

while rubbing her face:] Y-yeah. Yes. Good idea. Some other people have to be encountering this phenomenon as well, right? These things are rarely so self-contained. [muttering:] To the point where we all may wind up as such...