Shit's Gone Turvy-Topsy [Liltotto/Ajora]

With how normal everything's felt, she genuinely took a hot second to notice that things had changed around. Wasn't super drastic and she sure did have a schedule to keep up with that wasn't hindered by reality-altering events.

Damn, he actually went through with it, she'd think, I'm almost proud.

It did give some explanation as to why Giselle was acting so wonky - Maybe she still remembered stuff? And of course with that realization, she thought to check who probably should have been the first person to wonder if they had been affected - Either Ajora or Santa. She was aware that Santa was close to Mazda, but at the same time she had no clue how much that'd reflect to Ajora.

Well, if you aren't sure, doesn't hurt to ask the most convenient party, she supposed.

Arriving at their usual meetup spot, a small shore that was typically unoccupied - wasn't super great for a lot of people to be swimming at or having a beach day she guessed, calmly walking out into the sands. Ajora was a crafty one, even if she wasn't here she probably would have left some way for her to know Liltotto had swung by.

"Hey, 'jora? Y'hear me?" She'd call out, "Need to chat for a bit! Kinda important probably!"

Right on cue, the Arrancar appeared, though seemed a lot less like her typical warm-fronting gal self. Yeah, she had a pretty good indication the shift hit her in some way just by looking at her, much more by her voice. Whatever she was experiencing, she certainly was having it rough.

She'd make her way in front of her, putting a hand on her hip, "Alright i'm not sugarcoating this shit - Mazda went through with his plan and now the world's changed. Had reason to believe it might have shaken you up so I had to come check, and by the looks of it you aren't doing super hot, chick."

Without a speck of hesitation, she'd hold Ajora by the shoulders and quickly guide her to a set of rocks for them to sit on, listening to the soft crashings of the waves on the sand next to them, "Siiit," Not like she was giving her much of a choice, gently making her sit down, moving to sit next to her.

"Alright, with that blow of info, how you holdin' up? How's Santa?"

"Yeah, it's called having a conversation in the middle of the night with a dude who has the power to, quite literally, unfuck reality," She'd chuckle, though it'd be followed by a sigh, "Honestly even if he didn't approach me, I would've ended up noticing, with absolute certainty. Pretty sure that was why he bothered."

She'd cross her legs as Ajora spoke her piece of what was happening with her and Santa, cocking her head to the side, "Dude, 'rest' and 'sleep' are totally alien to me, and even I can have my off days. Mental exhaustion can be just as annoying to deal with as anything physical."

Though her explanation of Santa and her intent had her brows knit, "..That bad, huh?" She'd mumble, thinking for a moment, ".. I mean, I don't think she should try to bring that guy back, didn't seem super inclined on a second go. It's not like he up and vanished - he made his bed and is lying in it. Unfortunately said bed is merging with the Soul King, and from what little I understand of that situation, prospects of having freedom and individuality are not great."

"..Though I guess it's a matter of how long Santa'll be hitting that dead end til she realizes what it is."

A look of uncertainty crossed her face with that statement of Santa's heart's desire, her lips pressed firmly together as her eyes stared hard at the ground for a moment, collecting her thoughts before finally letting her mouth run,

"I don't think that's happening," Her hands were at her side, digging into the grooves of the stone as she never let her gaze rise, "Least, not in any way she may want. People fear the unknown for a reason, and when that unknown is a host of power with unknowable intent, it's mortally terrifying. Might as well have placed a lion in front of someone telling them, 'It's alright, he won't bite.' People like u-.. Like Mazda, just... Aren't stomachable for most things with basic survival instincts."

Softly running her feet through the sand beneath her, she'd close her eyes feeling it's warm shape, "It's conform or be feared, really. You'd have to make yourself out to be something not so terrifying if y'want any hope in others not fearing you, for them to tolerate you. I don't think it's worth interfering, but I don't think her dream's all that realistic, unfortunately. So yeah, all I see are dead ends."

That was still strange to grasp - One-hundred years. It had been a much shorter time, but to her things felt much further apart. She wasn't bothered, it would be fine, at some point it'll be like the time never vanished to her older mind.

"Ain't saying she can't hope or dream, just that I think those things are pretty fruitless to act on. Just how the world is," Her long golden locks would fall over her shoulder as she'd look to Ajora quizzically, narrowing her eyes at that smile, "Hell do you mean? It Isn't pessimism to face facts. Sometimes you gotta see things, bigger picture, and think, 'Yeah, with how things are, this isn't gonna work out as well as I want'."