Dots and Lines

Something was reacting to her crystals.

This meant a trip to the wastelands was necessary. Yukiko easily shifted her apperance in bits - the chest seemed to be flat, her facial structure was masculine. But otherwise, she didn't change much. Little changes were often enough to make people mistake others, despite distinctive characteristics. This was something she knew well, and used to her advantage. And considering she didn't know what was facing her out there, she decided to be slightly more cautious then usual. After all, there had to be a reason why the crystal produced a response - she had made it target those only marginally weaker then her, but definitely stronger then her as well. But that was beside the question, as she was ready, the sheath on her hip like always.

Perhaps she should wait a moment more?

Well, in the end it wouldn't matter, as with a single step, she pushed herself into the thin veil between the living dimension and Hueco Mundo. And thus, that meant she was now outside, landing on the piece of turf that her crystal had drifted to. Immediately upon her notice was the fact that it was cool. Good, she didn't have to deal with immense heat, which meant that in the cast of combat, she was still efficient. Her gaze slipped this way and that, before it landed on the crystal. With another two steps, she was there, plucking the crystal fromt he ground, back into her hand. Rolling it around a moment, the arrancar became absorbed in studying the thing.

It was soothing perhaps, in it's own way.

Another sigh left her lips, before she shook her head. But that's when it happened - her senses picked up something, and her eyes narrowed, turning towards the figure. Perhaps they would not notice her nature. In fact, that was no perhaps, as she quietly supressed her energy. She didn't want to give the impression of power, but perhaps she should remain careful, as the blue crystal turned in her waiting hands. It would be slightly less boring if she talked to them, perhaps. The figure wasn't that far now, when she lfited her head and let out a smirk, ready to address this wayward traveler.

''Greetings.'' she said to them, when she was sure they could hear her voice.

Sometimes, she wondered if she had anything.

But such questions were vague. The dual hair colored woman turned the blue crystal in her fingers once again. She had indeed seen the clothes of the other - someone that was a shinigami. Interesting. The crystal played in her fingers, as the arrancar let out a thoughtful hum, before she stopped the movement. ''I'm not sure, exactly. Curiosity perhaps, or maybe just a tug to something or the other.'' she replied. Yes, it was vague, but she would not just straight up admit that she had sensed something - clearly not this one, because the crystal did not react - that was of pure interest. Because that meant she would have to explain the how she knew that.

And that was a bit more then she wanted to divulge.

[color:a5a6=#64bcff''And what about you, Shinigami-san?'' she said, knowing that her light sarcasm on the honorific was probably either very much noticed, or slipped away in the normal tones of her voice. Her fingers began to twirl the crystal in her fingers again, a sort of comfort against this unexpected event. But then again, she could root inside this shinigami's mind, and get under her skin. Maybe even push someone worthy to take charge of the mess that the society was - even Yukiko remembered how much of a mess it was. How laughable that the great shinigamis had fallen so low within such a time. But that didn't really matter to her in the end, as she twirled the crystal again.

''I mean, it's not often that your kind wanders this far into the wastes - probably because of the large amount of hollows and other nasty little things that hide in the corners. Most of them are too strong.'' she said, a little bit of cold in her voice. Indeed, the shinigami were very sloppy as of late, but the wastelands were even a challenge to her still. It was probably why she was still very much on guard, her fingers playing with her crystal as a method to not show that tension. She had to be wary, for all she knew this shinigami would attack her the moment that the other would figure out Yukiko's true nature.

Although that it would be welcome as a reprieve from boredom, it still made the ice arrancar err on the side of caution. She left very little clues about her race - pushing down her signature to nearly invisible, to mostly weak human - and made sure that none of her hollow traits were obvious. Then again, only if the other touched her hair or something similar, then the jig would be up. But for now, the woman enjoyed a sort of perfect camouflage, unless one went digging into her words. And that would be the fun of it, the fun of verbally sparring - because the mind is just as an efficient weapon, wasn't it? Only when trained of course.

''Aren't you afraid?'' she asked of the girl.