Sick Of This [Calypso/Santa]

AMURICA!
By far one of the most interesting places to go and visit from time to time, even if she did sometimes wind up nowhere near where she intended it was still an interesting hemisphere to roam around! Slipping seamlessly into the streets, her antlers tingling a little as she felt the sheer volume of people around, no less the spiritually aware. She smiled a little as the arrancar beside her gave a shake of his head. "What'd I tell you? Perfect place to hang out right?" He chuckled, as Santa looked around, very pleased with what she could see around.

"Nice.... very nice, but not ....TOO nice." She observed thoughtfully, the young arrancar of course understanding her meaning. Too much of a good thing was bad, especially with Santa. She glanced toward Ast and raised a brow as she watched him opening up a descorrer. "Leaving already?" She asked, tilting her head.

The younger arrancar gave her a pair of fingerguns, smirking slyly. "Don't sweat it. I'll be back later. There's a few people nearby that I need to see about, I'll catch up with you in a few days. You can last that long right?" He ventured.

The question cause Santa to pause, briefly staring off into space before smiling and waving him off. "Psh, of course! I'll see you then." She assured him. The man smiled slyly before vanishing into that corridor. She paused, looking around at the rest of the little place she'd landed and smiled. A few days? She'd be fine. She was sure she'd be able to last that long around her easy.

Calypso would get about three feet, still giggling to themselves when they likely almost ran right into Santa who had made her way over, unwittingly into the path of the woman. Her head tilted just slightly to the left as she eyed the woman, a few people seemed a bit startled at her appearance, but it was more a pleasant startling than anything. Some of them waved as they went by. It was not uncommon, apparently she looked like some sort of cosplayer. But right now her attention was almost entirely on the young woman whose arm she'd seen do that strange thing.

"Yo that was whack." She spoke up as her attention shifted squarely onto the arm that had been manipulated at the time, it almost reminded her of something her garden did from time to time. And she herself whenever she was injured. "What are you?" She asked curiously, as the majority of the crowds around them were now dispersing. She seemed very focused on the young woman.

Santa's expression remained blank and devoid of understanding in response to the explanation that was offered. Davana? She ..... felt a small trickle of slight sheepishness when the word passed right over her. What was a Davana? Surely she'd heard of them before, right? Truth be told, she had always found it somewhat hard to keep track of the various races running around. She knew about other hollows and shinigami of course. But that was just about the extent of her knowledge. Even those strangers with bows were really not something she spent too much time musing over.

She paused and looked around. She was even more surprised that the people were so acclimated to the strangeness. Was this place perhaps a bit more jaded than the places she usually went? She was so distracted in her thoughts that she almost missed the question that was offered to her by the s......da....the woman before her. "Arrancar. What's crackin?" She asked calmly, that serene voice adding to the jarring use of slang as she held her hand out for a fistbump.

"So...what's a ....davana?" She asked, deciding to be straight with the young woman. Surely she couldn't be the only one not familiar with them, right?

She paused for just a moment and wrinkled her brow slightly at that. She stared for several moments. What was she talking about? It took several moments for her to parse the information. She was.... a demon? That didn't make sense though, especially not with how the woman explained herself. Demons? There was no such thing. However, as they continued it suddenly became clear what they meant. "Ahhhh, you're an Oni." She noted thoughtfully, rubbing her chin for a moment as she seemed to have that lightbulb moment. Not that she really cared what any particular race called themselves. But even by their own description, and what she herself understood demons to be, they clearly weren't what they claimed to be. After all, they weren't in hell, and even if the woman WAS from hell she wouldn't be a demon once she left there. Mhmmm, yes yes things were coming together now.

She was already nodding and beginning to follow the woman as they headed for whatever store it was that Calypso was heading for. "Nothing in particular. I'm simply here. For now." She hummed, and turned to glance over her shoulder. A brief ripple of spirit energy as she sent out a pesquisa. She didn't sense any hollows just yet. She imagined she'd hopefully have a while before any went and started showing up. As they always did. She seemed safe for the time being. Those eyes darting back to the strange Oni.

"Why is it that you call yourselves demons?" She inquired curiously.

There was a pause for a moment and she chuckled. "Actually, even normal demons would qualify as yokai wouldn't they? Even if it wasn't exact, I think it's close enough." She pointed out, resting a hand on her hip before raising a brow and smirking. "See? you don't even know if you really are a demon! You simply know what you have been told. Diablos are not PEOPLE that go around and just.....muck about. They are monsters of the utmost threat and evil. They aren't...EMBODIMENT of anything. They are simply evil. And you hardly seem that." She reasoned, stubbornly sticking by her earlier assessment.

"Also, Oni is a blanket term for monsters So even if you WERE a demon, you would still be an Oni. homie." She pointed out. She smiled, pleased with her own......er....expertise on what she IMAGINED demons were. Though as that question came up she tilted her head. "Hardly. I've been around for several thousand years. I simply know older things. I don't quite pay much attention to the.....stories races like to tell about themselves. Honestly, the way some of them talk you'd think they were gods. But they very much aren't." She noted with a slight upturn of her nose at the very MEMORY of such individuals.