Words Up on The Wall [Ajora/Liltotto]

"..Huh?"

The blonde was spending her free hours sitting by the waves, watching the lull and rush of the sea as she took in the sights and sounds of the seemingly endless body of water, obstructed by nothing but the sky. It had a strange place in the recesses of her mind and heart; while it was a source of calm and intrigue, being able to sit far off from all the cluttering noise and squealing beachgoers to take in the natural impulses of a plane she could call 'friend', simultaneously an intrusive thought or feeling would creep into her mind, watchful of each wave as if one would perhaps come far enough to drag her in, and perhaps never let her go, doomed to sink into the abyss of the earth and water, to vanish into pure black.

She certainly didn't expect a visitor, much less... That isn't Santa.

The voice alone was enough to tip her off, but her senses and her eyes were telling two different things; her scent had given her the impression she was the strange arrancar, but also... Different, in that she didn't possess that extra reek of that man to her... And obviously, she looked and sounded entirely different.

"Eh. It's comforting, really. Can never have a bad day by the sea," A partially eaten cookies and creme popsicle was hanging out the side of her mouth as she'd handle the treat, "And who are you to be looking for the Vandenreich's lowly food gremlin, exactly?"

Initially, she was just working on her cold treat, looking up at the Arrancar before she proposed that... Somewhat unnerving question, uttering a slightly drawn out, "Uhhh.. Yeah?" before she continued on with her... Analysis, of the ocean's nature.

Though she didn't seem terribly bothered on the surface, the woman's further elaboration of the deep, terrifying darkness that laid beneath the gorgeous blue waves gave her a strange sense of nostalgia, but rather than a fond lament of good times, it was more like being reminded of an old story she hardly remembered, but inherently knew the feel and tone of.

The crashing through surface tension.
The icy hand of the deep that suddenly grabbed you and never let you go.
Any sound choked out by the shushing hand of salt and pressure.
The gurgle of bubbles as one sank,

And sank.
And sank..
And sank...

Until they were swallowed whole by the earth and waters, no other company but the deep dark and the slow hiss of movements in the water...

Gently, she flinched out of that state, feeling a coldness run down her spine as she finished that treat. Alright, no more cold stuff it seemed.

"..Yeah, yeah they don't, really," She'd say with a few blinks. It was an odd feeling, one she had occasionally, and every time it was something she felt nothing more than to just push it away, just intrusive thoughts, "..Know that, that is."

Just... Intrusive thoughts.

"Nah, it's fine, you're good," She'd shrug, shuffling over a bit on her towel and patting the newly made space next to her, "Chill away, chica."

Ah, chill away denied for standing instead? That was quite alright, though she got the sense that this woman was here for a lot more than just an awkward chat. Not that Lil was opposed to chatting with social awkwardness in the slightest, but there sure was that feeling...

But then, he comes up. First this chick smells like Santa, turns out not to be Santa, and now she knows Mazda? Yeah, there definitely was something going on here, and she was certain this woman wasn't a sibling. Even identical twins were able to easily be differentiated, so maybe this was some odd Arrancar ability or something. That was the only thing she could reasonably explain it as to herself, without asking questions that is. Far more important to figure what she even wanted.

She'd raise her eyebrow as the woman unveiled at least a little of what was on her mind. Yeah, she sure as fuck hoped she'd be considered different from that guy...

"Y'mean like how i'm just a normal ass person and he's bad vibes incarnate? Yeah, we definitely are different," She'd narrow her eyes, "I don't figure anything facinating in just.. Being a person, personally. But to your credit, I definitely am the weird one out, considering anybody similar to me seems to just be a dickhead, innately."

A labored sigh would come from her, "Alright cut to the chase; What's it you want from me?"

"..Definitely wouldn't say many, but at the same time the typical guy who takes interest in me in that way tends to be one of the bigshot dickheads."

Deciding to hear the odd woman out, though she had a visible look of curiosity along with her careful eyes. Cautious intrigue, it could be described as, the woman divulging into the nature of herself, Santa, and their relation to Mazda. At the very least, her story seemed to line up with what she could tell... What a strange situation, two completely different beings operating in... Technically the same body. She guessed the woman had some sort of duplication ability under her sleeve, it couldn't have been as simple as just changing appearances, especially if she's cornered off her "end" of the soul from Mazda's reach.

Doubtful he was very pleased about that, but the two seemed to be distinct enough from each other that perhaps he treated them as so. Thankfully her level of unnerved towards him had been matched by Ajora... Sure, she wasn't aware of any inherent wrongdoings of his, but with some, your gut just feels odd around them, troubled by them, even if their concerning behavior is restricted to words and intents.

With Ajora stating her final intentions, Liltotto gave the woman a slight 'hmm', crossing her arms. Even if she was friendly with Santa, she wasn't certain what this part of her, supposedly the original part, could want in the end. At the same time, she had a gnawing curiosity towards her, and the sense she at the very least was being harmless and earnest for the moment - if she was a dangerous individual, she would've known by now, no?

"..Mazda freaks me out, will say that right now," She cupped her chin with her hand in thought, "He's said.. A lot of concerning shit. Even if going along with him means I get what I want, it still feels... Wrong, in a way. He just has 'trouble' written all over him, but it's not like he's the first guy like that I even moderately helped... Like it felt like my gut was screaming at me when we talked."

"...But as for you," Her eyes would draw up, "I don't mind you getting to know me... But the instant you give me the impression you're gonna do something fucked up to anyone I like, or my home, or anything like that, i'm not entertaining it anymore. You're probably the most normal being so far that's held interest in probing me, and you haven't given me any inclination that you would do any of those things so far, so just keep it that way."

She'd lounge a bit, grabbing a bag of snacks and popping it open, "So, whaddaya wanna know?"

"From what i've been hearing about that woman, i'd have hard declined. For more reasons than attitude, of course..." Her gaze would drift to the side as she recalled the occasional complaining of some woman going about causing issues, minor in nature of course but still didn't sound like someone she'd want to associate with apart from giving her a firm 'cut that shit out'.

She'd tilt her head with Arcadia's mentioning of not saying such things aloud about him, but she'd click her teeth in response, "I'm not scared of him. Obviously I don't bring it up with many people, but I really don't give a shit if he's listening or not. He doesn't have any control over me and I wouldn't let him."

Munching on her snack for a bit with little further regard to how poor sweet Mazda may get in a tizzy over her stating an opinion, shrugging and nodding at the request to 'hang out', "Yeah we can hang out sometime. Figured we were doin' that now but, eh."

Though that request to see what she was capable of was... Interesting. "..As long as it doesn't get too rowdy, sure I guess. What do you wanna see?"