C'est La Vie [Open]

The young girl had been sent to Norway to recon the area, a task that was given to Bikuta. Subsequently, he passed the task down another step to his only loyal follower that he could place any trust in, Camilla. She wasn't much of a scout, but all she knew was that she was looking for any person or member of this society that seemed to stand out in strength and either eliminate that target or transport them somewhere else. The mission itself was a pain in the ass, to be frank. If she were to just galavant around the land and scope out people that "seemed" to stand out in strength and move them elsewhere she'd doing this for a long time. It was a more fitting role for Bikuta, really. He was able to just summon a garganta and escort them to another location in little to no time at all. Thus, Camilla would have to go with the former and be led to fighting these "strong" beings herself. Also, something that Bikuta would excel at more than herself. It'd be futile to argue the matter, and she wouldn't wish to do so anyway. She hadn't been away from Bikuta's side for some time now and she was starting to grow a bit agitated with his intellectual way of speaking and never being able to understand anything he was saying. So she'd gladly accept the task and her make her way to the icy land of Norway.

She had been here for a few days already. She lived outdoors, for the most part, she wished to stay on task for as long as she could so that she go and find something more interesting to do while she was here. Sure, fighting sounded great fun to her and all, but she sought adventure, not combat. Plus, the utter lack of any strong entity being at this place grew more and more unlikely each day that passed.

At noon, she would take a nap, as she did every day. She rested her head on a pillow of snow upon a small cliff that had been smashed or tattered away by weather. Her feet dangled off the edge and she would rest in solitude, not a sound or fidget would come from the presence of the girl as she slept. Anyone that walked by would barely even see her chest rise as she slept, her breathing was very controlled for some reason or another. It was more a defense mechanism than anything. Not everyone would approach a lifeless body hanging off a ledge unless they were some type of hero or something. In which case, she would just scare them off with her anger. Nonetheless, the young girl's slumber would last for but a little more than an hour before she'd be abruptly woken up by the pelting of near melted, wet snow.

Her body jerked as it was hit, her arm flinching as she struggled to open her eyes for a moment. Propping herself up with her elbow she'd shift her gaze around the immediate area, not seeing anyone nearby. She was rather perturbed by the interruption in her daily scheduled napping, it was enough to bring her to her feet and forget about the idea of continuing with the nap. When she'd reach an erect position on the hilltop she'd shade her eyes with her hand and wince in order to focus in on the large blanket of snow around. It would take her a moment, but she would eventually come to find the source of the attack a few miles just upon her sight's horizon. A grimace set upon her face, as with the sight a feeling of an uncomforting spiritual pressure was held in her sense. It was one similar to her own, but she wouldn't let such a thing detour her from going to see who it was. It was her mission after all.

With a few small steps that eventually turned to large strides, she'd find herself accelerating toward the location with some help of her shunpo. This bitch thinks she can just get away with that? She'd think to herself, anger brewing inside. If there was one thing that you didn't want to do to Camilla it was disrupting her nap. She made it a point in every day to sleep exactly at noon. If anything was to prevent this from happening, it would be wise to just avoid her. The amount of zeal that would be placed into her grumpy, grouchy side would bring her to say and do things that were of an abnormal manner for the girl.

A grunt would resonate from her lips, as her feet shifted and dug into the snow she once glided upon. The chilling white blanket would melt immediately by the friction of this slide, the grass beneath it exposed. She'd let out a huff and a puff as her fists curled at her sides, "What's the big idea!?" She'd exclaim her face flushed with a red hue that displayed nothing more than anger and discomfort. She wouldn't be expecting much of an answer from the opposing force as they had no idea of the rage that they were in for, but they could at least have a clue.