Sick Of This [Calypso/Santa]

The woman's reaction caught her by surprise for a moment at that, her head tilting to the side as they seemed alarmed. Were hollow attacks not common around here? All the same, she tilted her head as the girl began to ask question. "I'm not actually sure. I don't know. But it's because of my garden." She gestured over her shoulder, toward the skinless clawed hands that had grown out of the wall so she could use them as furniture. "If I want something and I'm not keeping myself restrained, it begins to grow." She noted calmly, staring for a moment, maintaining eye contact as her eyes glowed just a little. "It's not something I can turn off. The garden grows into yesterday and tomorrow, into mind and matter. It takes concentration to keep it in check, let alone stop it." She explained.

It was at this point that the sky began to distort. Not just in the distance, but close by. The air slowly twisting slightly. The signs of larger hollows being drawn by her garden, all the way from hueco mundo.

However, when Calypso spoke up about teleporting them she paused, her brows raising for just a moment. She paused, looking around. On one hand, if they left, the hollows would still be here, but if she stayed, stronger hollows would eventually start showing up. She always used these choatic scenes to escape, letting the hollows start attacking eachother, then slipping away. She didn't think that was a viable option here. She held out her hand.

"I trust you, homegirl."

Santa shook her head slightly as the girl seemed to suddenly get a bit ancy, nervous and even seeming to try and think of a way around the current situation. This was not good, she could feel the distortions in the air growing a bit worse. Was this place already a hotspot for hollow interest? It wasn't usually this fast. All the same, she reached out and firmly grasped the other woman by the shoulders, holding her in place before leaning in and locking eyes.

"Focus. No, my blood doesn't give it off, and even if it did, it would just start attracting more hollows while you mopped up the others. Hollows are attracted to strong spirit energy anyway, so even wiping them out quickly you'll probably just attract more. You said you can move us right? Focus on that. The best option we have is to move. Okay?" She noted firmly. It was perhaps the most straight forward plan, but she aimed to try and get the other woman to focus and zero in on what they could do NOW. And she needed the girl calm to do that. Well, unless the girl wanted a trip to hueco mundo. She assumed they didn't.

Was it necessary? NECESSARY?! Was it NECESSARY for Santa to Dr- ok you know what? She just wasn't the brightest, which was why she took the shift in Claypso's tone as panick, perhaps projecting her own panic onto the woman as a result. All the same, the wish perplexed Santa, her face screwing up in a 'what the fuck are you doing?' sort of deal before suddenly FWISH!

"AaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She screamed, coughing when the breath was knocked out of her and she went stock still, eyes darting around in immediate anxiety. "WHERE ARE WE?!" She screamed, before Calypso began explaining where the heck they were, Santa clearly not used to such an abrupt mode of travel. Were they even still on earth?! "W....we're still on earth right?" She asked. Recalling the woman's assurance that they wouldn't be going to the demon world. But it occured to her that maybe the woman had yoinked her to soul society or something instead. Paranoia immediately beginning to course through her.

Santa blinked for a moment as the woman suddenly tried to calm her down just a little, her shoulders tensing just the slightest as she allowed herself to be settled slightly. She really wasn't still 100% calm, but she decided to prioritize for the time being. Clearing her throat, she looked off to the side.

"I'm calm now..." she murmured, a bit embarrassed at how much the girl was leaning into that whole thing. All the same, the question about her powers made her quirk a brow. She ..... narrowed her eyes slightly. "Uhhh I don't know much about it. I sortof.... expand...and.....like....fill things in? But not physically, like my soul turns inside out, and within a certain space, reality turns into my own inner world, and my garden grows. I think." She murmured, her own understanding of her ability was limited, but she ....was..... also a bit unsure about telling this demon how her power worked.

Even so, it wasn't like she herself knew, so a bit of speculation was, in her opinion, justified in the situation. It DID sortof feel like thats more or less what happened. She itched her chin. "In any case, it's like..... instead of just one of me, to hollows, it smells like there's thousands of me all concentrated in one place. So even if I'm not particularly strong, it still seems like an irresistable meal. Though stronger beings generally tend to keep them at bay." She noted.

Santa watched as the girl started to talk and pulled her into the cabin, lecturing/comforting her as the subject of her powers came up again. She was still a little more concerned about where the fuck she was, but she decided to push that aside for now, a little....surprised that this strange random demon was so intent on helping her out. She wanted her to .... FILL the cabin with her power?! She ... peered for a moment. But she decided that well, the girl clearly had a plan right?

It happened suddenly. There was no noise, no change in energy. After all, Santa's ability was constant, it was simply.....suddenly allowed to go rampant. Hands suddenly spilled out of every surface. Bones, muscle, ligaments in clear evidence as the flesh and tendon wove and strung itself right before Calypso's eyes. Not just around them, but also along the floor. Hands suddenly pushed up, sliding around from all directions as torsos began to form as well, the cabin rapidly becoming crowded. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, everything was suddenly growing that horrible mess, hands suddenly pushed up, growing up along Calypso's legs as Santa simply stood, eyes closed, focusing on her ability as she limited the growth to the inside of the cabin. In Seconds Calypso was suddenly up to her waist. Blood and other viscera clinging to her and her clothing as she would suddenly see dozens of faces, without skin, some without even muscle, would turn her way, watching her as those shapes distorted. She wouldn't be able to fill the cabin JUST growing her normal garden. Massive limbs, tails, jagged claws, all manner of modified and twisted body parts began filling the space.

Air suddenly became incredibly scarce as that flesh, muscle, and ligament began to pack the inside, Caly being squished from every direction as skin finally started to sew itself across the growths around her, Santa at least having the foresight to focus on completing the growths around Caly, so that she would be squished between complete garden rather than mashed into a mass of bare muscle and blood. Within fifteen seconds, the place was almost completely filled, though that would be a bit hard to notice with the fact that Calypso was now almost completely encased in the garden around her.