Snippet #1716114

"So long as I'm breathing and I'm able to walk I have no need to worry... Believe it or not this isn't my first broken rib." Omi offered as a response. Fuu nodded, absorbing this information. There was a long pause then, allowing Fuu to take a moment to inhale deeply, calming her frayed nerves. The sound of the waves, and the wind hissing across and through debris was somewhat reassuring. Omi too seemed absorbed by something--but as to what, she couldn't say. Maybe he could see something beautiful in the tattered world around them. Maybe even the tatters were beautiful, in their own way. She would never know.

"I won't slow you down." Omi said suddenly, sounding determined. "My left leg is a little sore but I can move just fine." Fuu gave him a small, almost apologetic smile. If anyone would slow someone down--it was her. Granted, she did better than most in her position would. She had a sort of sense for when things were closer to her. Her hearing was near-perfect as well. (If not bizarrely acute.) But, it still probably took her more time than those who could see to navigate this jungle of a world now. She thought of this all in silence, trying to decide if it was worth telling him when a laugh, tinkling and familiar--like icicles musically clinking in frozen trees--wafted from her left.

The girl turned her face toward the voice that followed, “Fuu!” Rin laughed. Fuu winced, sensing that Rin had dragged the boy called Damien with her. She could hear his heavy, loping footfalls clearly. An irritated expression fluttered briefly across her usually soft features.

Fuu was on her feet so quickly that it seemed a whirlwind of air pushed from beneath her, making her hover inches above the ground before she was firmly grounded. In fact, it felt that way to her. It happened so fast that she supposed it was just her tension that made it seem as if she had left the ground and stayed, even momentarily airborne. Or maybe she was lightheaded. With an annoyed sounding, huff, Fuu hefted her metal pole in both hands--looking very much on guard. Ignoring the odd moment she had just had. Fuu faced Rin's direction, metal pole in both hands in a ready position. Over her shoulder she "looked" to Omi,

"The girl is harmless enough," She said to him softly, by way of explanation, nodding toward the approaching pair. "The boy--there's something I don't trust about him..." Fuu turned back toward the pair, "eyeing" them warily. What could they want now? Surely, it wasn't a coincidence that they followed after her. She chewed nervously on her lip, waiting. Omi was kindhearted though, and that partly worried her as well. If he offered Rin to tag along--fine. But if Damien stayed, she would go. Simple enough.