wanderer x wanderer [Sol/Miciah]

Micaiah nodded her head in understanding and soundlessly mouthed off an "aaaah" in between her small sipping bites of pudding. She held the spoon up to her mouth and poke it a bit with her lips, opening just enough to create a small vacuum and slurp it into her mouth. For no particular reason, it just seemed like the thing to do in the moment. Her eyes were even trained on the pudding, curiously watching it jiggle. It took a bit for her to remember they were conversating.

"So, wat, you wit de Gotei den?" Micaiah shook her head and giggled, "Wait, you said dat 'fore alredy, hahaha; my bad, my bad."

She took another puff and continued.

"Sem ting, ya? Wanderin' aroun', goin' whe'eva de roads tek me. Findin' 'purpose', I s'pose. Ah, speakin' of advencha, been on wan jus' now~! Fren and me, we go look fo' sum treasure! Look dis."

Micaiah leaned forward to place her pudding on the table with both of her hands; the hose handle was sticking out of her mouth. She brought her hand out into the air to hold onto something. Though it wasn't of her own will or volition, a demonic energy exuded itself very briefly. In a moment, a sword manifested in mid-air and fell into her hands.

If he was skilled or knowledgeable enough, Sol would recognise it as a zanpakuto. Not of a shinigami, however, as an overwhelmingly dense hollow energy was tightly wound around it. It wrapped around the blade, so beyond a certain distance the energy felt meek; close enough to it, however, and the energy would feel endless, boundless, and beyond all creation.

"Dis ting, I dunno if you can feel it, ya? But, yanno, it's incomplete. Missin' a whole udda half, at least! I'm followin' leads, figure out udda half where."

The sword vanished, and the bottomless well of power went along with it, as if it was never there. In contrast, Micaiah casually took another puff and resumed eating her pudding. She looked up in thought.

"Hm... Ye. Sound 'aight ta' me."

Micaiah had gone on a plethora of adventures, and it wouldn't be the first--or probably last--time she'd go on a journey with someone who was almost a complete stranger. 'Sides, this guy seemed alright. He had a nice face, too. Definitely, she'd been on adventures with uglier fellas before, by far.

"Ya'ever been treasure huntin' 'fore?"