[ 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 skin— 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 communes— ]
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 front— 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 there— [ 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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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 communes— ]
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 front— 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 there— [ 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.