The Hurricane Express[Edelo, Natasha]

Natasha wasn't entirely happy with the idea that the city she called home had nearly been on the verge of being reduced to nothing if it weren't for the valiant efforts of the her peers in the Vandenreich. To be sure, she certainly held some measure of regret in her heart that she couldn't be there to support them. Of course, according to the words of the other soldiers, there was likely nothing more she could've added than serving as a distraction. Cold and to the point. Just like that. Well, she respected the honesty.

It seemed that whatever waltzed into their city was that strong. She supposed that would be enough of an excuse for training. Work on her abilities, toy around with her reishi, come to a conclusion on the form of that special' ole' skill she wanted to work towards. Letz Still or Vollstandig. Natasha's battle with Ehefera had sort of made her toy with the idea of the former, truth be told.

There was much to think about. If she thought on it any more, she might well find herself falling back into drinking her stress away. Not a solid bet. The better option was to grow from this. A nice jog would probably do her spirits some good. And so, after dressing herself within the appropriate wear, that is exactly what she set out to do. Stretching now and then, she stood on a public trail in the city, ready to dash off and ease her mind.

The jog was going pretty well, truth be told. Did it do away with all her unease? Well, she'd admit it was a 50/50 split. It did the job, though. She worked up a good sweat during her stride around the city, and from the looks of it - out the corner of her sky-blue eye - she caught a man glimpsing at her from the bench. Of course, it would've been one thing for a simple glimpse. Everyone had the right to glance and look wherever there eyes pleased.

This glimpse felt more like a stare, and that amused the Texan' woman as she paused in her stride, feigning exhaustion. She was well aware of her attraction, and paid no particular heed towards showing off every now and then. Hm... He didn't seem familiar here. Maybe she could get to know him while she toyed with his mind. Lay on' the southern charm. Could be another distraction, certainly. Compared to the natural movement of her hips before, hers was a sway that could only be coined as "teasingly slow" as she made her way towards the bench the young man sat on.

"Howdy there, partner.' Enjoyin' the view? Dun recall seein' you round' here before. Name's Natasha Miller."

His reaction was exactly what the mischievous blonde had been aiming for. It was always fun' to make someone flustered, and truthfully, she needed that source of humor right now. Her eyes followed his gaze towards those distant sounds, noting his pause and the direction of his eyes. That gaze told a thousand words. Natasha didn't have to deduce much to understand the content of those ugly days he was referring to. Hell, she was doing her best to distract herself from it right now. To hear that compliment at the end, though? Well, wasn't he a charmin' young gentleman? Flattery would certainly take him far with her. Shaking his hand softly, Natasha would cast a wink in his direction.

"Ho? Well, aren't you a sweetheart~ that is quite the honor. Glad I could brighten up your evenin', Edelo. "

Turning her gaze towards the city in the distance, Natasha sighed softly, moving towards the bench to sit down.

"Yeah... these past few days haven't been too' nice for me either, I reckon'. Took' a bit of time off to find myself' only to come back to the aftermath of some less than savory' action. How about you? Ya new here' or were you caught up in all of that madness, too?"

Ah, so he came here just before the chaos happened? That was a relief. As much as she desired to be on the frontlines to help her peers, she could only imagine the terror the civilians had felt at the possibility that this city was nearly leveled by a monstrous warrior who came in at random and, according to reports, seem to leave just as much at random. What a crazy sequence of events. Natasha would glance at Edelo, listening to him in quiet contemplation. Her eyes gazed towards the stars while her ears registered each word with pleasant curiosity. Always fun to listen to another person speak on their origins a little.

Where he came from, hollow attacks seemed to be a commonplace event. That didn't sound pleasant at all. She couldn't blame him or his mother for choosing to move elsewhere. Compared to that, the City of Lights might as well be heaven-sent. To be fair, Natasha hadn't exactly seen anything outside of the recent event that would make her tell him otherwise. She certainly hoped he was enjoying the city so far. Although, that last bit certainly caught her curiosity. He was a villager? All of this must of been a culture shock to him, then, she concluded.

"A village man, huh? That's pretty cool'. Dun quite think I've ever crossed paths with someone' with roots like that. I'm glad you and your mom've decided to choose the City of Lights, Edelo. Sorry about arrivin' at such a delicate time. I certainly hope there ain't any bad impressions so far. We rarely experience things like this, if at all, really. I can proudly admit it isn't anythin'' I expected when I was away."

A playful smile would mark her expression as she patted his shoulder, gazing at him with bright blue eyes.

"But... hollow attacks and culture shocks aside, how've ya enjoyed everythin' else so far? Outside of me, that is," she concluded with a grin. Ever the tease, Natasha was certainly curious to know more about him, to see how he was getting accustomed to the city, or if he had gotten accustomed at all, really. She could only imagine that this must have been a lot to take in for someone like him.

"Good. It'd suck if an Arrancar none of us expected had left a bad impression and forced such a fine' young man to move elsewhere," she quipped, gazing at him, a degree of amusement visible in her eyes, her finger drawing a small circle on his shoulder. A soft smirk of mischief followed, observing his expressions with playful curiosity. Where were those eyes wandering? She wondered.

Food, huh? That was interesting, actually. As one who prepared most of her meals at home, she hadn't particularly indulged in much of the cuisine here. Definitely indulged in the liquor, but that was an entirely different subject. He didn't strike her as the type to consume alcohol. Of course, appearances could be deceptive. Holding his gaze, Natasha crossed her legs as she leaned backward.

"Food, huh? How so? I'm use to makin' my own cuisine, but I can't really say I've had too much of the grub in the city. How's it taste compared to what ya' ate in the village? Did ya' do a lot of huntin' where you were from? Grow vegetables and stuff like that?"

Natasha was genuinely curious about that. She traveled many places, but she couldn't recall a time where she sought refuge in a village. Obviously, she defaulted to assumptions, but Edelo could certainly clarify or confirm as he so pleased.