+ Lost in the Woods
And, he was right back to ignoring again, it would seem. He rolled his eyes at the nonsense coming out of Reno’s mouth and then turned to walk towards the largest tree at the edge of their clearing, and he peered up through the branches for a moment, internally calculating the best route.
His feet firmly pushed off the ground as he leapt up towards the lowest branches, which were easily a dozen feet off the ground. The claws of his left hand dug into the tree bark halfway up the trunk to give himself a boost, and with minimal effort he swung his body up onto the branch in a crouch with both hands holding the branch to steady himself. His tattered cloak swayed with the motion of his body lifting to stand upright, balanced perfectly on the branch for a moment before he jumped once more, lunging upwards and clawing his way up through the branches of the tree.
All in all, the climb took him less than a minute to reach the upper branches of the tree, and he perched delicately upon a thin branch near the top, his clawed hand holding the trunk as he leaned against it for some support. Based on where the sun sat in the sky (assuming, of course, that the sun rose in the east and set in the west), he could fairly easily determine which way was north, which would give him some bearings to try to figure out where they were…
Except for the fact that the horizon in all directions was alien to him. There were mountains far to the north that he didn’t recognize, a river running south out of the mountains, and trees as far as he could see in all other directions. A sudden rumbling caught his attention, and he lifted his right hand up to shield his eyes from the sun as he craned his neck to look for its source. A plume of smoke slowly rising from the tree line to the north soon caught his eye, and he bit his bottom lip as he thought of the implications of a possible explosion in the middle of a forest.
He glanced down to the ground where Reno remained, and he let out a soft sigh to himself as he accepted the fact that he was likely stuck with him for the foreseeable future. His hand loosened its grip on the tree trunk, and he leaned his body’s weight forward slightly, starting the fall down through the branches back towards the ground. His arms hung tight beside him and he shifted his body slightly here and there to avoid crashing into any branches on his way down.
At the last moment, his left hand shot out to once again dig his claws into the tree bark and slow his descent enough to get his feet out beneath him. He landed almost silently, his cloak dramatically swishing out around him as he struck the ground, and he slowly rose up to his feet and lifted a hand to brush some dust off his chest.
With a glance in Reno’s direction, he gestured to the tree line with a nod. “We’re going north.” And he spun on one heel and began to walk in that direction, not waiting for Reno to argue.
Naturally, Valentine would not only ignore him, but go off climbing trees and shit, but what did Reno care? If the bastard could get a grip on where they were that way, more power to him. The redhead settled in a lean against one of the nearby tree trunks, crossing his arms and actually shutting up in favor of sulking. He’d wait, see what the other had to say, and then decide on his own course of action. Besides, there was no sense in trying to talk to Valentine when he was being all dramatic. It wouldn’t get anyone anywhere.
True to the man’s usual, he landed with an overdramatic swish of that ridiculous cape, which the Turk rolled his eyes over, and then stood and made his comment with absolutely no information to support it either way. ”Uh, okay, North sounds about as good as any other fuckin’ direction. Why North?” he demanded, and while he wasn’t exactly arguing, since he was also following, he wanted information. Obviously, something suggested that North was the way to go, that or Valentine was just closing his eyes and pointing in a direction (hell, they could be going Southeast right then, and Reno wouldn’t be able to tell right now), and if he was going to try to get his own bearings here, he needed to know.
"Listen, I know I ain’t your favorite person, but it makes a hell of a lot more sense to work together until we figure out what’s goin’ on, right?"