Where the fuck did this fog come from! [ Fou tripped over a tree root and landed her on hands and knees, biting her lip. Kicking the root for good measure, she looked over her shoulder before finally pulling herself up against the nearest tree trunk. She really couldn't see much at all :| ]
Whatever. The fog has to end sometime. [ Sulking, Fou took another tentative step forward, keeping her hands spread out wide. But that doesn't help the next time she trips over something. Something soft, something weak. Something… that looked like a human body. Biting her knuckle, Fou scrambled for a pulse. There was none.
Swearing, she traced her fingers over the bone structure, trying to paint a mental picture, but that was a vain endeavor as the fog lifted just enough for her to make out Wong's features. Dear, kind, compassionate Wong… dead.
Sobbing, Fou got back to her feet, stumbling further into the fog, picking out the lumps of tattered flesh and mangled bodies. All strewn out in front of her. Wong, Roufa, Jerry, everyone. All there. Picking up her pace, Fou ran, searching for her friends, her loved ones… For Bak. ]
((ooc: Feel free to come in however you please be it a random run-in or a corpse coming back to life. I'm good with anything.))
[ Dream Option 2: Open ]
You stupid, fucking pot! I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't stop being a pain in the butt! [ Fou kicked the black metal and hopped on one foot, cursing. She'd been at washing duty for several hours already but this, this just took the cake. Mumbling, Fou got back down on her hands and knees, crawling into the confined space and got to scrubbing. Somehow, someway, that pot was coming clean! ]
((ooc: I know I had three options up originally, but after sitting down and really thinking about it, I couldn't come up with an easy way to incorporate story-telling time. Nor did I have the time myself to look up some Chinese folk tales/stories either so I had to let it go. Sorry to anyone who was looking forward to that!))