#we're lost

Camping: Day 1.

2 billion is far too much money to turn down for a mission, but I fear Laxus has begun to regret this decision.

Tomorrow I’ll be the navigator.

“Lost, my dear? Hardly. I know exactly where I’m going. Though it certainly seems like I don’t I’m sure.”

Perhaps staying so utterly silent while guiding her company through the woods hadn’t been the best approach. It would seem he thought they were lost. And while technically, if she didn’t have her spirit cloud, they would be, she had a sense of direction, for once in her damnable endless life. Clearly, however, he was not bored as she had assumed, and rather thought they were lost.

“It must seem like we’re going in circles or winding endlessly, but we’re not. Come here.”

Making a ‘over here’ gesture, she doesn’t hesitate to point to several spots where the leaves and grass were crushed and pushed down.

“I’ve been retracing steps. That hanged man I mentioned...? He didn’t hang himself. He was lured out here. Now that it’s getting darker...can you feel it Caesar? Around me, behind me? My cloud has been guiding us on the same path they took.” A pause, rocking back onto heels, a lazy flip of her silvery-white hair.

“My guess is that the man’s killer intentionally led him in circles through the woods to get him lost. A common, lazy, and rather barbaric tactic. Thinks it’ll cover up evidence, confuse police dogs, but the dead know the way. The dead remember.” There’s an icy sort of finality to her little explanation, looking at the little path forged ahead, and then back at her company, her face tinges with something like sympathy.

“I apologize. I’m certain this isn’t what you expected from coming on this walk with me. We’re almost there, though, I believe.”

However, perhaps his concerns weren’t entire without founding.

“After all, it’ll be getting back that’s the hard part.”

This is definitely from the troll too lol. It was my tweet.