Oh dear, she did the exact opposite of what she wanted from that interaction.

Thank God Windy was still young; otherwise, she'd be hearing about how precious youth was, especially considering his background. That wasn't rude, was it? She couldn't say for sure, and these thoughts would never be brought out of her head, so Josie decided to quietly chastise herself and keep it moving.

When the race first started out Josie couldn't help but think she'd have to start trying to run as fast as she could until Windy's quirk had taken over. Huh, so this is what the world looked like to speedsters, did that mean people who could super-read it actually took forever to them? Did running from here to New York which only took ten minutes for some of these speedsters actually feel like forever and a day? Maybe this super speed thing wasn't as cracked up as it was made to be by society.

All questions for another day of course.

When they first approached the wall, it didn't look anything crazy to her; she could probably hop up half asleep. Of course, for Josie, it had to be a bit of a challenge. When she first touched it, she lost her footing twice and finally started to head up slowly but surely. She was keeping a time of sorts, but nothing too efficient.

During the middle of her 'climb', the sphere started to do what, well what he said it was going to do.

"Hey we got a beeping beep situation, uh are you ready to take this thing before it decides it doesn't like my grip anymore?"

Josie jumped off her enemy's midsection and made some distance between them. If she were in costume right now the follow-up would be to crush her knees into his neck. Though that would seem a little much in school, she backed up and let him struggle on the floor instead.

Breathing heavily she was on her hands and knees on the ground coughing while small droplets of liquid fell from her mouth. For all intents and purposes, there was no way in hell she was comfortable yet with vomiting up all that gunk. Usually, when she pulled that off it came from her arm looking like a giant ingrown hair dripping in clear oil to scare the living hell out of criminals into going good.

The throwing up? That was still new.

So now here she was on the ground for better or worse looking like she was hacking up a line. Josie barely noticed that Windy had finished his fight and when he came up to her, she held up an arm with a thumbs up while still on the ground.

"I'm only saying that he'd still probably beat ya in a weightlifting competition."

Even on her death bed, she'll have her snark so no different than now.

Thank God Windy could handle Muscle Mcmuscle over there. Josie by no means had a rapid healing factor and didn't feel like getting beat up by two today. While she was able to get to her knee's fella was already on her way towards her when she felt something unfortunate in her stomach. Looking downward, she started to hurl. Though if you took a second look it wasn't breakfast, brunch, or early lunch. If you got the chance to inspect it, it was a clear thick liquid oily mucus, but more importantly sticky. The same sticky Peacekeeper used to tie folks up, now granted it wasn't the same intensity as that one but it was enough to stop someone running at full speed and getting stuck in their struggle.

Josie on the other hand crawled backward while slowly but surely her knuckles and heel of her foot started to have a hair coating both respectively.

If he got out of the coating she could at least throw one good superkick or punch straight toward and send him back into the goop.

"That's your excuse why you're not packing sixteen like that fella over there. I won't say anything," Josie said, not realizing that it was getting harder and harder for the two sides of her system not to blend as the years in Japan kept going on.

Despite the somewhat rude words, nothing could be taken away from Windy. The fact that he was still a student and not the next signed five-year deal pro hero was astounding. Again though maybe that was luck, without him, she likely would've given up on this whole bid and headed back to NY. If that had happened she wouldn't have the new suit thanks to squrriely wherever that fella may be in this big ole country now.

Though enough blanking out right now she needed to focus on the two in front of them. Farrin had already gone to work and didn't expect much of Josie, which made it easier to be 'helpless'. Now all she had to do was focus on keeping her head on a swivel and not immediately react to things, most importantly though she couldn't kick.

Growing up she had only learned two kicks and both JoJo and Peacekeeper were very famous for them. Hell, she almost got exposed at one practice when it was a leg training exercise and someone compared her to some old vigi but they had forgotten the name. (That one stung a little bit.)

A hair ball formed in her hand and she clutched it tightly until she saw an opening in the fight. Pushing her thoughts to the side she watched with great intent followed by watching Windy's back. Sending a fastball flying when one went in for him along with making another and getting ready to launch another one.

Josie's eyes widened when the ghost reappeared while Farrin had gone to finish the job. Plus, she had no idea if anyone was watching them so the gimmick had to stay on rather than trying anything of grandeur. A small yike left her mouth while the angry-looking ghost came towards the young woman swiping and she had no choice but to roll.

Roll as if her life had depended on it and in this case, it sorta did, with all things considered.

She only got so far before the ghost intercepted. It was about to do some real damage front and center until the thing finally froze up and she heard Windy catch the jerk responsible the mess.

Finally being able to stand up and approach the situation, she could only listen to it so much until she heard something that made her face twitch and her fat costume shake.

"You did all this for money? So instead of trying to find some guys who ran a horror show, haunted house, or forest, You decided, "Oh hey lemme terrorize some people instead of taking advantage of this time of year when you could've actually done something with ya quirk!?"

The secret vigi yelled in disbelief.

We're on it, was a very meddled statement at the present moment in time.

Now Josie did want to help with the situation, who wouldn't after all? It was Halloween, and civilians didn't want to deal with ghosts. They wanted to be complimented on their outfits and have candy. Ensure that in no way whatsoever did you talk about spirits with their grandparents nearby or else they'd all get agitated. So to say this situation was an odd one, would be correct because Josie was stuck in a very very soft place.

Here was trying to charge ahead and all she could do was wobble while looking left and right, telling everyone to keep moving away from the situation. If she jumped out of her outfit, she'd be sporting next to nothing and she didn't need pictures of herself out there in public like that.

So needless to say she needed to think of a way to back up Windy. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for her at the present moment. Trying to move a little quicker the otter costume tipped forward and a slight incline down made her next attack known.

Josie came like a giant otterball tumbling down toward the ghost while she was stuck. She could've stopped herself, but again she couldn't show that much prowess in the present moment not being in the peacekeeper suit. So here Jo was, charging into battle and getting ready to fight.

In the absolute most ridiculous way, but hey it was something.