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Rajni had said something about not touching this person, but Wataru didn't know either of them well enough to know which to trust. "I don't know either of you," he snapped. "Not that well, anyway." He could reserve his judgment. "Just - maybe we don't need to be, y'know, threatening each other with it? Especially if we're all Downtownies." Well, except for the one blonde, maybe, but who cared? Fantasia didn't ******** look infected: no green bits, no plants. And her story about the map jigsaw thing was reasonable enough. Wataru had been finding pieces of map wherever he went, after all. It only made sense that they were meant to fit together, although he couldn't imagine how well it'd work. How had she coincidentally managed to pick up the right pieces of map?

Still...Wataru furrowed his brow. "Hey," he said, to Fantasia. "Not that I'm the nicest dude around, either, but she's helped me out! Gave me my candlestick." And wasn't it ******** useful? "Isn't it more productive to share information instead of fighting about it?"

Wataru had never really talked to this person, and he definitely didn't expect the shovel to the chest. It hadn't been a hard hit, but he also didn't really know what was happening. He pulled his candlestick out, but didn't strike with it. He just needed to be prepared if she did something else. Had he been living with this person and never realized? "You could've pushed me away with your arm and spared me the trouble," he hissed, stumbling back.

Then someone else began snapping, something about there being no power anywhere in the city - oh, it was the one he completely didn't recognize, the blonde. And...sure, that was true, but he'd definitely..."Hey, there's no need to fight! I think," he said, pulling his free hand back to scratch at the itch on his neck. "I mean - she could've been seeing things." They'd all been seeing things. Or he and Sawyer had been, anyway.

HP: 47/50

A hole wasn't made, but the damage was certainly done. Between the crowbar and the knife, Taysia was thrown to the ground with a strained scream. Something in her voice seemed to distort and drag the noise out even longer, almost like the undying itself.

And then she curled up and groaned, barely conscious, as the real Fantasia Moore returned to her body.

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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100
Character's name: Fantasia Moore
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: xxx
Character's survival stats: xxx
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.

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