ALL ABOARD!

  There was an intruder. 

  Unfortunately, by the mere lack of noise alone, whoever came here certainly wasn’t the ones the specter was attempting to lure (soon, soon, he’ll finally see Vivi again and have revenge on that coward). Eventually, the familiar noise of the van’s engine would stop in front of the manor- No, it’s time to focus on his unfortunate guest. 

  Knowing how the Dead Beats would quickly be on the case to figure out who had dared to enter the mansion- Lewis paused, allowing his conscience to effectively control the entirety of the building (bringing light into the rooms with candles and brilliant chandeliers, breathing life into the paintings and suits of armor, all while he rested within his coffin)- setting the stage for their appearance.

  While the rumors that had spread throughout Tempo about the spooky mansion that had suddenly on the hill was meant to catch the attention of the Mystery Skulls- It wasn’t a surprise it would catch other people’s attention, as frustrating as that knowledge was. But the Dead Beats were mischievous beings (surely due to his influence) and if they wished to scare the newcomer, who was he to deny them? It would certainly bring more merit of this area being haunted (the spirit was growing tired of waiting as resentment and fury made itself at home within him- he longed, but unsure of what he longed for, but he knew there was a piece missing-).

  As his Dead Beats sent pulses of information to him, Lewis would admit he felt rather befuddled upon learning how their newfound company was a mere child who was all alone. 

He longed to see tracks of any kind but there were only dirt roads for miles...until he happened upon a mansion in the middle of nowhere. Ah, of course he'd be led here, the blind could already sense the spectral energy from within. He had always been much more find of the dead than the living, they shared an odd connection and perhaps who where lived here could direct him?

He had knocked a few times before the old door creaked open and invited him into the darkness that he fearlessly walked into. The doors slammed shut and a violet due lot the candle sticks and chandeliers that hung about. Spirit watched in amazement, cerulean eyes sparkling as gold locks rose and paled white for a moment before settling back into his head.

" 'ello?" He called. "I'm hopin' 'm nawt dischterbing yew! 'm quite lost, I am."

Something dwelled here among the many spirits he sensed here, the emotions he felt from it were rather confusing...A deep rage yet...whoever it was didn't feel maleovent...yet...

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

“No no, ’s fine chum! Yew live n learn, yeah? The world here is so different…”

The fact Hunter believed him so easily made Spirit wince; he didn’t know another route, his senses lead him in the direction of the stream…

“Oh um…” He trailed off at Hunter’s question, seemingly having a hard time looking him in the eyes. Spirit had never been a good liar, he was much too sweet for that; he ran through his mind a million times for a thought but nothing came to fruition.

“Ah…say…” He started, removing his hat and clutching it in his hands. “I ought t'be truthful to yew since yer on a quest n all.. I um..Th'direction is upstream but I uh…I ain’t fond of water…I know I shouldn’t be so cowardly since I’m supposedly a hero n all but…” The conductor trailed off staring at the flowing water. “vat’s the one fing I con’t get over…at least not now…”

Spirit sighed, looking back to Hunter with a guilty expression as he put his hat back on and rubbed the back of his neck. “If yew could walk closer t'th river n I walk closer t'th wall I fink I can feel a bit better…um..con yew swim..? I don’t wish t'fall in…”

  He looked to Spirit with an unreadable expression. Confusion, perhaps, a little dumbfounded that he’d admit something so suddenly. By and by a softer smile formed over Hunter’s lips with a slight chuckle— not at his expense, but rather how he related to it. Cowardly, maybe, but they could be cowards together in that regard.

  “I’m not a fan of heights myself,” he admitted setting a hand on Spirit’s shoulder and readjusting his position to stand between him and the ‘ferocious’ river. Overlooking its gentle flow like an old friend, in part, because it reminded him of one.

The chuckle made him glance up, unsure if the knight was laughing at him or not considering it sounded rather mellow than malicious. Spirit was confused seeing Hunter smile at him, shouldn't he be upset..?

Cerulean eyes widened as Hunter fondly placed a hand on his shoulder and stood between him and the river. He seemed so surprised at Hunter's own confess as well. "Really..? Yew are?" He asked, eyes glittering slightly as the light blond color returned to his locks.

”Roight! Once we give ‘em a good bollockin we’ll be on our way–”

Little did Hunter know, Spirit definitely could have used his advice. Chuchus never looked so…large or threatening from New Hyrule nor did they let off s force field of electricity when they exploded. So to say Spirit was shocked when he cracked his whip and Hunter let loose an arrow would be saying the very least.

The electricity shot straight through the engineer, letting out stammers as his body tensed and shook from the sudden charge . His hair shot up and hat flew off as the shock finally subsided and left him slightly charred…

Spirit took a moment before shaking himself off, his body still trembling. “So that’s whot Bella meant—” he muttered to himself.

Remembering Hunter, the younger picked up his hat and whip, as he continuously trembled, turned and gave a embarrassed grin to him. “Well…that was shockin–” he tried to chuckle as the shaking finally subsided.

SHaking his head, he smoothed out his har and placed his hat back as they continued trekking through the wildreness. “It’s a clear shot t’yer springs just passed this–”

It seemed just as he recovered from his previous fumble it was time for Spirit to tense up again.

A long stream stretched all the way to where he knew they needed to go. He looked around and…well they were at the foot of many tall cliffs…Had they started up there they would have been farther from the stream…

The mere sight of the flowing water made the young hero pale; sure it was nowhere as deep as the godforsaken ocean realm but…from the looks of it even Hunter’s feet wouldn’t touch the bottom and Spirit is shorter than him…

Realizing he had paused for a bit too long, he swallowed and turned back around to face Hunter as beads of sweat began forming on his pale skin. “M..Maybe there’s another route, I..d-dunno about this one–” he stammered.

“S-sorry–!” Hunter blurted out, muttering apologetically, “I-I should have warned you.”

He was far too distracted with that small misstep to really consider who Bella was. Or to catch the cause of his sudden pallor as they stepped further into the jungle. Hunter looked between Spirit and the path ahead, quirking a brow at the younger as he seemed fixated on something he thought he couldn’t see. 

“Another route?” he repeated credulously. “If… If you say so.”

He shrugged it off, having already placed his full trust into Spirit’s hands. He was certainly knowledgeable in many regards, even if that knowledge didn’t include his era’s chuchus. Spirit said he knew the way– what reason did Hunter have to doubt the proven hero? Though he was curious and pried, albeit, a little naively– 

The fact Hunter believed him so easily made Spirit wince; he didn't know another route, his senses lead him in the direction of the stream...

"Oh um..." He trailed off at Hunter's question, seemingly having a hard time looking him in the eyes. Spirit had never been a good liar, he was much too sweet for that; he ran through his mind a million times for a thought but nothing came to fruition.

"Ah...say..." He started, removing his hat and clutching it in his hands. "I ought t'be truthful to yew since yer on a quest n all.. I um..Th'direction is upstream but I uh...I ain't fond of water...I know I shouldn't be so cowardly since I'm supposedly a hero n all but..." The conductor trailed off staring at the flowing water. "vat's the one fing I con't get over...at least not now..."

Spirit sighed, looking back to Hunter with a guilty expression as he put his hat back on and rubbed the back of his neck. "If yew could walk closer t'th river n I walk closer t'th wall I fink I can feel a bit better...um..con yew swim..? I don't wish t'fall in..."