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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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Curly? That wasn't her name. Although at the moment she wasn't really sure who she was, only that it no longer felt like Fuu Hououji. So Curly would do for now. She watched as Wolfwood shot the dark creature in the head. That seemed to disable it neatly.

She considered his question. She didn't feel any pain. But she wasn't nervous, or surprised to see him, or... anything at all. Just a short while ago she had been thinking and planning and considering things. Now, none of it seemed important.

"I... don't know," she said finally, after considering the question from all the angles. "But I don't seem to have any physical injury."

That's...odd. Fuu is always calm, sometimes calmer than she probably should be, but she's more alert than this. Did something happen to shock her?

Probably best to get her home. If she stays out here like this, she might actually get a physical injury.

"You're heading home, right? Let's get back."

She actually hadn't been planning to head home. But she hadn't been planning on doing anything else, either.

"All right." She looked at the fading wisps of the creature that Wolfwood had just dispatched. "But aren't you busy fighting these things?"

“It wasn’t actually in my plans for today.” He’s just not going to leave them there to attack people, either.

He swings the Punisher up to rest on his back. “We should get out of her before more turn up.”

"Oh. What were your plans for the day?"

She wasn't sure why she had asked that question. There was something there, a feeling of habit, that she would ask a question like that. But there was clearly something missing. It should have had inflection. A facial expression to go along with it, to give it jest.

Somehow she'd skipped over that.

She waited patiently for Wolfwood to lead the way. Not that she didn't know the way back home, of course. But she didn't feel all that motivated one way or the other.