[Fuu is on her way home from the bakery with a slice of cake when the commotion draws her over. She can hear a man shooing people away, and after a moment gets a view of the crime scene for herself.]
[She stands stunned as the newly appointed Sheriff gives his speech over the CAT. Her eyes flick between the body and the destroyed phone booth. A man is dead. The voice on the phone had warned of trials to come. Is this what was meant? If she'd been warned, was there something she could have done to prevent it? ... In a numb daze she heads for home.]
[ooc: Anxiety over observers, and now this. I'm afraid that Fuu is deeply shaken may be a teary recluse for a bit - until she can reconcile with this death on her own, or until someone can talk her down from this ledge of depression she's ended up on... (either way, her positive outlook must come back! o.o)]
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[She stands stunned as the newly appointed Sheriff gives his speech over the CAT. Her eyes flick between the body and the destroyed phone booth. A man is dead. The voice on the phone had warned of trials to come. Is this what was meant? If she'd been warned, was there something she could have done to prevent it? ... In a numb daze she heads for home.]
[ooc: Anxiety over observers, and now this. I'm afraid that Fuu is deeply shaken may be a teary recluse for a bit - until she can reconcile with this death on her own, or until someone can talk her down from this ledge of depression she's ended up on... (either way, her positive outlook must come back! o.o)]