[ This isn't the first time Lottie has set out to light something on fire (she thinks back to when her, Amos, and Sebastian thought it cute to try and set the holiday goat on fire β simpler times), and ironically it feels like it won't be the last. It's weirdly.. Fun? Doing this with Misa, even more with the time they've had to prep. She puts her pen and paper down, shoves it aside, to dig into the bag settled by her hip. Two pairs of gloves are taken out, not because they'd leave fingerprints behind, but nail polish (even Ye Olde Polishβ’) is flammable.
She hands one out towards her, ]
Sounds good to me.
[ Luckily, they've had a test run of the game planβ with Misa allowing Lottie to get comfortable enough with her magic touch to where she won't be a paranoid mess. And, in turn, Lottie showed her a brief demonstration of her own magic ('It's loud, though, you know, chain sounds and stuff,' she said after she dragged their things from one side of the camp to the other to demonstrate.
She slings the bag over her shoulder, putting on her own pair of gloves as she works to tie her hair up. Its color fluctuates, even the length, just bright enough to see in the dark because of how close they are. And after a second, it becomes clear what she's doing: flirting with the idea of insurance and using her glamour. She glances at Misa from the side, gestures at her own face. ]
Real quickβ who should I be? I was thinking a librarian could be pretty funny.
[ Misa takes the pair of gloves from her daintily, pulling them on with a satisfied hum. Oh — a quiet one! She almost forgot that someone might hear them. ]
A librarian? Hee hee. That's a good disguise, especially for Lottie.
[ Because librarians are boring and unfashionable, which is the opposite of her? Obviously? Misa gives a cheesy little thumbs up, and weaves her own Disguise Self spell, turning her hair darker, thicker. It's easy to make her skin have a pallor to it, too, as though she rarely leaves the house. Poof on a pair of magic created thick glasses, and the disguise is complete! ]
I think I'll be like a manager type. [ With her own materials packed up aside from what they'll need to start the blaze, she simply holds out her gloved hand to her friend, wiggling her fingers in a bit of a tease. ] Just two boring girls who know nothing about any of this funny business, right?
[ In the case they're caught, that is. She really doubts they will be, with that impressive restraining Lottie seems to have... and, well, if worst comes to worst, there's always resorting to a little "erasing." ]
[ Just two boring girls who know nothing about any of this funny business β Lottie has to stifle a laugh, actually amused and a little excited despite the very real implication they're going to do something like breaking the law. Or, arguably, worse than the law. Her own gloves hand reaches out to take hers, no longer 'Lottie'. Her hair is short and frizzy, an electric black that blends in just as seamlessly with the ill-fitting clothing draped off her unhealthy frame.
Apparently, Lottie thinks librarians are both boring, unfashionable, and so book obsessed there's no time to get dressed properly (note, the detail of the mismatched socks on her loafers). ]
Just two boring girls who are looking for the next big book to put on their catalogue, right?
[ With their hands interlocked, and a last wink and nod from Misa, she begins tugging them down the hill through the cover of the trees. And, as she'd explained, as their feet step over dry leaves and twigs, no sound is made in response — the heels of their (ugly, tacky) shoes phase right through the dry foliage, allowing them to avoid drawing attention.
Once they make it to the edge of the clearing, right before the driven path is that leads to their destination, Misa tugs them both inside the trunk of a large tree — her intangibility allowing them phase through and be hidden by the wood itself. It's big enough to obscure them both from view, so long as they stay huddled close. ]
Okay, once this wagon passes, we'll have to make a run for it.
[ She communes - and even though they can't see anything so long as they're hidden inside the tree's sturdy base, the sound of the wagon's wheels turning is still audible, getting louder with each passing second. ]
You're so much taller than me, you should probably lead and run as fast as you can... I'll keep up, I promise!
[ It's pitch black and terrifyingly dark. Lottie feels the slightest bit of unease prickle at her skinβ anything that is new and foreign to her tends to do that. But she doesn't feel scared, per se. She thinks it has something to do with Misa so easily going over their plan, keeping her grounded in a way that doesn't allow her mind to answer. To think.
The passing of the wagon just signals how little time they have left to even be here, and she nods. When she realizes Misa can't even see it, much less hear it with how everything is deafened inside the tree trunk, she communesβ ]
Got it.
[ There's a few tense seconds that follow, where she strains her ears for sound. The wheels of the wagon fades away, grows weaker and weaker. Her hands squeeze tighter around Misa's, thankful that they're wearing gloves so she can't tell how nervous she really is before she bolts. Lottie's legs are long, and while her body fights against her for most of everything, sprinting for this bout of distance they need is no issue. Their steps are still quiet, their bodies unseen by the guards they pass by.
The only thing that clues them into a presence is a gentle gust of wind, all of which they shrug off as nature. They're out in the wilderness, it's bound to happen. It works out perfect for the two of them when they reach the part of the camp they've been eyeing, the supply point virtually unguarded and empty.
Good. This is good. Lottie turns to look down at Misa, slinging her free arm to let her bag dangle by her frontβ it's where all the supplies they need are to actually commit this crime, Lottie having made sure to pack one for Misa, too, so she can roam as she pleases. ]
Back thereβ [ Not quite so far off from them is a thick batch of supplies, perched in front of a barely there skeleton of a building comprised of wood. ] we should definitely aim for that one.
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She hands one out towards her, ]
Sounds good to me.
[ Luckily, they've had a test run of the game planβ with Misa allowing Lottie to get comfortable enough with her magic touch to where she won't be a paranoid mess. And, in turn, Lottie showed her a brief demonstration of her own magic ('It's loud, though, you know, chain sounds and stuff,' she said after she dragged their things from one side of the camp to the other to demonstrate.
She slings the bag over her shoulder, putting on her own pair of gloves as she works to tie her hair up. Its color fluctuates, even the length, just bright enough to see in the dark because of how close they are. And after a second, it becomes clear what she's doing: flirting with the idea of insurance and using her glamour. She glances at Misa from the side, gestures at her own face. ]
Real quickβ who should I be? I was thinking a librarian could be pretty funny.
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A librarian? Hee hee. That's a good disguise, especially for Lottie.
[ Because librarians are boring and unfashionable, which is the opposite of her? Obviously? Misa gives a cheesy little thumbs up, and weaves her own Disguise Self spell, turning her hair darker, thicker. It's easy to make her skin have a pallor to it, too, as though she rarely leaves the house. Poof on a pair of magic created thick glasses, and the disguise is complete! ]
I think I'll be like a manager type. [ With her own materials packed up aside from what they'll need to start the blaze, she simply holds out her gloved hand to her friend, wiggling her fingers in a bit of a tease. ] Just two boring girls who know nothing about any of this funny business, right?
[ In the case they're caught, that is. She really doubts they will be, with that impressive restraining Lottie seems to have... and, well, if worst comes to worst, there's always resorting to a little "erasing." ]
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Apparently, Lottie thinks librarians are both boring, unfashionable, and so book obsessed there's no time to get dressed properly (note, the detail of the mismatched socks on her loafers). ]
Just two boring girls who are looking for the next big book to put on their catalogue, right?
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Once they make it to the edge of the clearing, right before the driven path is that leads to their destination, Misa tugs them both inside the trunk of a large tree — her intangibility allowing them phase through and be hidden by the wood itself. It's big enough to obscure them both from view, so long as they stay huddled close. ]
Okay, once this wagon passes, we'll have to make a run for it.
[ She communes - and even though they can't see anything so long as they're hidden inside the tree's sturdy base, the sound of the wagon's wheels turning is still audible, getting louder with each passing second. ]
You're so much taller than me, you should probably lead and run as fast as you can... I'll keep up, I promise!
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The passing of the wagon just signals how little time they have left to even be here, and she nods. When she realizes Misa can't even see it, much less hear it with how everything is deafened inside the tree trunk, she communesβ ]
Got it.
[ There's a few tense seconds that follow, where she strains her ears for sound. The wheels of the wagon fades away, grows weaker and weaker. Her hands squeeze tighter around Misa's, thankful that they're wearing gloves so she can't tell how nervous she really is before she bolts. Lottie's legs are long, and while her body fights against her for most of everything, sprinting for this bout of distance they need is no issue. Their steps are still quiet, their bodies unseen by the guards they pass by.
The only thing that clues them into a presence is a gentle gust of wind, all of which they shrug off as nature. They're out in the wilderness, it's bound to happen. It works out perfect for the two of them when they reach the part of the camp they've been eyeing, the supply point virtually unguarded and empty.
Good. This is good. Lottie turns to look down at Misa, slinging her free arm to let her bag dangle by her frontβ it's where all the supplies they need are to actually commit this crime, Lottie having made sure to pack one for Misa, too, so she can roam as she pleases. ]
Back thereβ [ Not quite so far off from them is a thick batch of supplies, perched in front of a barely there skeleton of a building comprised of wood. ] we should definitely aim for that one.