The Party Girl In Spring World[Natasha/Ajita]

The "were I a human" part of her explanation and the mystery package deal comments were enough to pique the southern woman's interest as she studied the woman with an inquisitive gaze. Spiritual signatures allowed one to determine a race if they were perceptive enough but there was nothing that felt as it stood out enough for Natasha to even make the attempt at trying to understand what she was. The comment about her purpose made her feel mysterious, otherworldly even. However, the next pieces of information to usher from her lips had truly earned the blue-eyed sharpshooter's undivided attention, her blossoming curiosity beginning to reach it's peak.

A missionary group - Maitreyist - who focused on aiding and assisting those suffering in the aftermath of the World Wars. A myriad of recollections filled her mind, recalling the memories of her own experience in the last war. She was not a pronounced participant like some of the far stronger warriors, yet she was still effected by it all the same. A victim of circumstances out of her control and decisions she could only dream of reversing. It was a noble purpose, but a part of her couldn't quite understand why they'd desire to bear the weight and sorrow of others on their shoulders. Was it cynical? Perhaps. She was use to others merely valuing their own peace of mind over the mental state of others.

"Fate's got a mighty fine' way of havin' people meet, huh? I had my own run-in of troubles in the last war. Lost far more than I gained, quite honestly'. That bein' said, that's pretty noble work yer dabblin into'. What made you all come to a decision on bearin' a heavy weight like that'? I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I'm curious about the purpose behind it all'. This Maitreyism... and the missionary group connected to it."

An expression of genuine interest marked the woman's countenance as she did her best to follow every word from Ajita's exposition. Perhaps fate truly had deigned for them to cross paths. The Cycle of Life And Death. To be certain, ever since the death of her husband, Natasha had always ruminated on what the soul cycle was and what it entailed. As a quincy, she knew she held the power to eliminate a hollow's soul entirely, knew that her existence ran counter to hollows and that to even come into direct contact with one be as good as cosigning her own death. What of those killed by demons? What of Liam? Did the man she promised to spend her entire life with come into the fortunes of being born within a rich and bountiful district or was he suffering within the slums of the lower districts of the Rukongai?

Those were questions that had haunted her mind and with each word that fell from her lips, those reflections seemed to find themselves racing towards the forefront of her mind. Anytime she ruminated on those thoughts, that cynical tinge of hopelessness always seemed to cripple her optimistic view, however. He wouldn't remember her. No matter how many times the soul is reborn, it is doubtful to even hope they will retain their memories from their past lives. Perhaps, that was a mercy for all of those that lost their lives on her watch. Even with her conversation with Ehefera, parts of her still struggled to forgive herself, to accept that the past was the past and she ought to focus only on the future

Her own personal cynicism aside, a sense of curiosity filled her spirits. The philosophy of Maitreyism was, to be sure, something beyond her total understanding, yet she could certainly understand and ponder on the core concepts as they were. True food for thought, no doubt. The philosophy of the soul, of suffering and separation and easing the souls of those who still reside in the realm of the living before they pass on. It was enough to leave the woman in silent contemplation as she absorbed every word. Perhaps, a second meeting would be necessary. Indeed, there were multiple curiosities that certainly implored the woman to seek out the leader of Maitreyism again.

"Woah... that was a lot to take in but I find myself wrapped around every word. I'm no expert on much regarding the soul cycle but I've always wondered about what became of my loved ones. When a soul passes on, it's never as if they've truly died. And I've wondered... and continue to wonder for all those I've lost... what became of em'. Are they livin' a good life or did they despise me in their last moments? Did they become a soul who could roam freely in the Soul Society or a hollow roamin' the world to fill their emptiness. Food for thought, I reckon'. I will say, yer' doin honest work. I can respect anyone aimin' to help those who've suffered in this world and ease their sorrows. If ya wouldn't mind, I'd certainly like to speak with ya again in the future."

Walking beside her, Natasha would gaze at Ajita with eyes that beamed with even more curiosity. Danava? Now that was a rare existence to find roaming the earth. She had never met one before, truth be told. They represented a concept or idea and often manifested within physical and sentient forms, capable of appearing humanoid or something alien. Ajita seemed to be assuming the former.

"Mighty' rare to see' Danava'... least where I originate' from'. I've seen my fair share o' demons, but I don't think I've ever crossed paths with a Danava. Ahem... what concept do ya' represent or gravitate towards? Sorry, if it's a silly ole' question but ya keep findin' ways to capture my curiosity..."

Natasha would continue listening to the woman intently as they followed the directions on the map. Ah, so with way Ajita explained it, she may have likely crossed paths with a Danava and been none the wiser. That made sense. As she recalled, their form varied. There were those wore otherworldly skin while others desired to blend in and assume a more humanoid form. It was interesting to learn of the concept that the woman represented. Maitreyism.

She wouldn't go rushing to assumptions about whether they'd be forming a strong bond of some sort, yet Natasha found that the curiosity that gnawed at her mind was certainly enough to warrant her spending time to know and understand her, to perhaps, in one degree or the other, move towards a path of closure as it concerned her past.

If her and her disciples eased sorrow, was it possible that she'd find peace from the torment of her regrets? Only time would tell. The two women would arrive at their destination, setting foot before the hotel as Ajita turned to Natasha, inquiring about the prospects of sharing contact information and talking over lunch. The southern woman smile as she nodded softly. That sounded nice. She could easily vibe with somethin' like that. It wasn't like she had any immediate plans at the moment, anyway..

"That sounds mighty fine, I reckon'. I'll probably settle myself in' and place my bags in a safe place, but I'm certainly more than welcome to meetin' up again once you've settled into your hotel room. Don't be a stranger now, alright, Miss Ajita?"

She'd wink softly before going in the other direction towards the hotel room she had reserved ahead of time. It'd be nice to see her again, to learn more about her and even see her own opinions on the life Natasha lived... even if it frightened her somewhat. To bear those memories and express herself to someone else. She steeled her spirits. She had to be brave. Otherwise, she'd never overcome her demons.

Natasha had quickly settled into her hotel room, choosing to remain within a suite on one of the upper floors, if for nothing else than to enjoy the wonderful view from the window. Most of her belongings were properly accounted for and she had even ordered a nice cup of wine to ease her spirits. Once she settled in, Natasha would stride towards an elevator, cutting the time it would take her to make it towards the main lobby in half. Entering the elevator, she would gaze at her phone for a few moments before placing it back into her pockets as she reached the desired floor, exiting the elevator to gaze around the main lobby, her eyes surveying the area in search of her newfound companion? Perhaps. That decision was reserved for the Danava. Speaking of that woman, sky blue eyes would recognize her from a distance, comfortably sitting within her seat. With a steady gait, she would make her way towards the woman, sitting beside her as she flashed a playful smile.

"Found ya'. Did things go well with ya settlin' in and everything?"

From an observational gleam in Natasha's eyes, there was certainly something that made Ajita's mannerisms a little unique, a faint oddity in her general demeanor that was not necessarily far from humanlike but still felt inhuman all the same---indeed, there were small details now and then that certainly left the southern woman with a curious expression on her face as she listened to the woman speak. She paid it no particular mind but it was still interesting to cross paths with the embodiment of maitreyism, ushered into this world through arcane means. Her vacation had hardly started but it did prove to be quite interesting so far.

After all, there were still curiosities dancing about her mind; from their philosophy on the soul cycle to her coworkers and their visions. A lot to unravel, to be certain. Depending on how much she desired to share, perhaps, on some base level, Natasha would grow closer to some form of closure on her past. For now... lunch time Although, a playful smiled formed in the Texan woman's demeanor when she mentioned shopping for a swimsuit.

Come to think of it, she wondered what it would be like to go shopping with the raven-haired woman... couldn't hurt. If nothing else, she was curious to see what type of swimsuit the woman would chose. Was she a simple gal who enjoyed something tame or was she the type of woman to wear something spicy? Playful curiosity was so damning sometimes, she mused.

"Now then. We planned on having lunch yes? Did you have anywhere you wanted to check out? Theres probably a number of little places by the beach. I had planned on purchasing myself a bathingsuit. We could meet up by the beach in an hour and go from there." She reasoned, naturally assuming that Natasha had any such inclination as to ever want to do something as mundane as shop with her.

"Mm... I looked' over ma' phone before I came down here to see ya' again and there isn't anythin' too eventful' to throw myself' into quite yet. If yer' keen' on the idea, I reckon it'd be fun to go shoppin' with ya. Never hurts to have a shoppin' buddy when it comes to us ladies," she quipped playfully, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. It was up to her if she was fine with sharing her company some more before they went to the beach.