Snippet #1721933

"We could always go to the industrial area, warehouses are sturdy enough. Plus we might get a good vantage." Fuu's brow crinkled as she attempted to process his suggestion. Industrial area? She wasn't sure she had ever been in one--no reason to have been. But she was fairly certain he was right about the buildings there being intact. After all--they were industrial. If they couldn't live up to their name--then what would? She nodded her assent quietly.

She carefully inched around a rather solid sounding obstacle that her pole came in contact with with a hard clink. She was sure she looked rather awkward as she crab-walked around the thing, feeling it with her hands to try and judge when she was around it. It was rough to her touch, like slabs of overturned concrete. Parts of metal stuck out of it at even intervals. Part of a building once, she guessed as she made her way around it.

She paused, "looking" at Omi over her shoulder. She could sense his sudden uneasiness hovering in the air as unspoken worries. How she felt the moods of those around her, again, was hard to explain to people who could easily see what they looked like. Unease or nervousness felt generally the same in the air. A prickling sensation on the back of her neck, and a bitter sweet taste, like sweat, tended to strike her senses. The tingling would often run along behind her ears as well. She waited for him to speak again,

"Then again a collapsing warehouse wouldn't be too much fun to be around." Omi spoke from both optimistic and pessimistic perspectives. But this didn't seem to be the only cause of his uneasiness. What was it? Was it something around her that she couldn't see? Bodies piled up perhaps? But she hadn't come across the tell-tale squishing she had found meant bodies. Nor the metallic tang of blood in the air. Whatever it was that was bothering the man, he didn't say. And Fuu was never one to pry. If he had worries he wished to share--he would. Though, she had to admit, she was curious as to what sort of thoughts might be rolling around in Omi's head to make him nervous. Thus far, and she knew it wasn't very long, he seemed a fairly level-headed person. Fuu thought about what he had said, and the image of a building heavily collapsing in around them came to her mind. Not a pleasant thought at all.

"Yes, I suppose that would definitely be a problem." She agreed, looking thoughtful.

"Problem? That's an understatement. Even I may not be able to keep us alive for long if that happens... The raspy voice piped up suddenly. Fuu froze, listening to it. Well, I suppose you have a better idea? She thought back at it. "Yesssss... It hissed in her mind, a sound like the wind kicking dry leaves across concrete. She felt the wind come from behind her then, blowing her shawl around her legs, and her ponytails forward gently.As a matter of fact, I do know of a place...but you will have to trust me. And that seems difficult for you..can you do it? Fuu stiffened, but made it look like she was just thinking as best as she could. Her head was throbbing painfully, leaving little room for any actual thinking.She just wanted to curl up in a ball somewhere and sleep...but even she knew better than to lie out in the open..The voice seemed to be waiting. Fuu felt absurd. Trust a voice in her head? Was that hissing, whispery voice her inner conscience--or maybe she had developed some sort of multi-personality? Either thought wasn't exactly reassuring. But--what other options did she have? Fine. Lead the way then. She thought at the voice. Fuu sensed a pleased feeling from the voice in the form of a chuckle, and the wind behind her seemed to pick up, pushing her forward. She sensed this was its way of communicating..and crazy as she felt, allowed herself to be guided in this way. "I think I know of a better place--if it's still there..." Fuu told Omi hesitantly as she began to follow the insistent wind. "Follow me." She said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

As she picked her way onward, she began to wonder if the other boy, Sai, was very shy. She had yet to hear him speak, and could only make out the sound of his following footsteps behind Omi. They sounded like sure-enough footing, though a bit dragging as if he too was wounded. He probably was. Maybe he was in shock of some sort. Either way--it unnerved her. She couldn't judge him properly without being able to speak to him at all. But, Omi was here. And he seemed a good enough sort. She hoped she could trust his judgment as they traveled ahead, more blindly than even she was used to.