A Source of Interest[Amaranta, Khaana]

Though she rarely ventured, the earth realm held a significant source of curiosity in the Amaranta's unpredictable mind. Humans. So many humans. Small or large, she wondered about their potential,, wondered if there was some strong enough to provide her with a source of entertainment. After all, spending every day in an endless expanse of sand could get tedious after a while. There wasn't always entertainment to be found there. If anything, why not open her options and see what type of chaos she could start? Employing descorrer, Amaranta would step through the black void of the Garganta.

Stroking her chin for a moment, the lioness wondered where she ought to go specifically. She wasn't entirely familiar with earth realm locations. Land somewhere in public? Play the hunting game and scope someone out that sparked her interest? Ah, what the hell. She wasn't a fan of thinking too deeply on this. "Might as well go with the flow," she supposed. Creating footholds of reishi, Amaranta would step away from her comfortable throne in the makeshift arena she built, travelling through the portal towards the realm of the human world. She heard some hollows talking about how they hunted around in Tokyo, and decided that would be a location of interest. If it didn't garner any interest, she'd simply walk around in search of some. That was her motto. If tedium sets in, raise hell and kick it the fuck away.

Landing along a tall building overlooking a city filled with activity, Amaranta scaled the building to land down on one of the sidewalks, startling some of the civilians as she appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Turning toward them, Amaranta waved her hand.

"Relax, I don't fuck around with like... humans who can't hurt me. Not even worth my time."

Amaranta would turn away, using her otherworldly sense of smell to snoop around for some action. A cool spiritual human, maybe? A Shinigami? No, that'd probably only happen if she caused some chaos and incited the right attention, which seemed like a fun option at the moment, but she'd play the slow game. Hm... she was already smelling something. Was that hollow? Hm... curious. It wasn't a familiar smell, and it was kind of faint, but she'd track the source, moving through the city, tall and imposing, inviting the occasional source of attention now and again.

After bumping into the source of her curiosity, Amaranta would turn toward the voice of the woman she'd knocked over in her pursuit. Tilting her head, the tall woman would lean over and observe the woman with suspicious blue eyes. Eh? What the hell was this? The lioness expected to find an arrancar or even a hollow. She looked entirely human. To be fair, there were plenty of humanoid arrancars. Some were pretty well at hiding it, too, but there were at least discernible factors to single them out. A mask fragment, a hollow hole, and even their spiritual signature. Was she some type of arrancar or somethin'? Poking at her cheek as though touching an object, Amaranta tilted her head, wondering what this seemingly human woman's deal was.

"You smell.... hollow-y. You some kind of arrancar or something? I don't see a mask' fragment' anywhere. But I wonder if there's a hollow hole you're hiding somewhere.

Judging by the way she started to approach Khaana, it was certainly clear what her intent was. It was equally clear that the concept of personal space was nonexistent to the arrancar. She found a source of interest among these dumb fleshy humans. Why not look into it?

Amaranta observed the woman with a modicum of interest as she seized her wrist at once and attempted to apply a measure of force against it. Seeking to break her wrist, perhaps? The attempt was honestly so adorable that the Lioness wanted to reach in with her other hand and pet the tiny lady on her head. She wasn't giving her any answers, though, which made it difficult to remain "cordial" - not that she cared for that concept, really. It was simply something her "companions" in Hueco Mundo told her would make the transition easier. Her gaze wandered around to some of the civilians looking on with watchful eyes, but paid them little heed.

She continued on, shrugging her shoulders as a fearsome grin marked her lips. Lifting her arm up in the woman's grip, likely carrying her along with it unless she chose to let go, Amaranta noted her gaze. Oh... she welcomed the ferocity. That gaze told a thousand stories. Was she looking to scrap? Over a measly question? What was she, ashamed of being an arrancar? Weird. She hated her hollow years up until she learned to decide her own destiny, so she could relate to self-disdain on some level. Well, not anymore. She sincerely thought she was a gift to any realm or city she frequented now. Ego may as well be her middle name.

"Nah. I'm not leaving until you answer my question, princess. I smell hollow all over you. But I don't see a mask fragment, and more than that I don't see a hollow hole. If you're an arrancar, you're doing one hell of a job at hiding it. Heh, ashamed of your existence something? I can understand, I use to fucking despise myself for a time, but not anymore. Anyway, the sooner you answer, the sooner I can sate my curiosity. So, spill it. Time is of the essence, and all that jazz."

It was almost like a command. She could grow quite impatient. Khaana had two options. Speak or fight. Either one suited Amaranta just fine, to be certain.

Amaranta liked temper in a person, reveling in stoking the flames of discontent if it brought out a certain level of fury. As such, she regarded the woman with the same curiosity she had maintained since she crashed into her. Allowing herself to be pulled along into the nearby alleyway, Amaranta quietly listened to the woman's scathing response. Which, to be fair, it probably was justified. She appeared out of nowhere and invited the attention of curious eyes. From her momentary series of observations, Khaana had appeared to be setting something up before she so casually interrupted her day.

During the fierce earful she received, Amaranta's curiosity would finally be sated. An artificial soul made from hollows, huh? It wasn't the first answer she expected, but neither did she view it as unsatisfactory. Maintaining a playful grin, she offered the woman a satisfactory nod, looming over the woman with a curious catlike gaze. She could leave and call it a day, but she found the woman's reactions quite adorable. These little moments of antagonism were truly a joy.

"Nope. I know nothing about blending in with these guys. Some arrancar in Hueco told me that's how the beat goes around here, but they didn't go into real detail for me to go off of. Blend in, avoid unnecessary attention, and vice-versa. Come to think of it, this is like my second or third visit here, actually. Anyway... Artificial soul, huh? interesting. That explains the hollow scent..."

Amaranta would stroke her chin in quiet contemplating before pointing her fingers towards the alleyway, curious about how to blend in with these humans, possibly with her assistance. If anything, Khaana was soon find out how difficult it was going to be to get rid of her. Everyone else looked boring, and she was particularly interesting. Just the way the cookie crumbles, really. The lioness certainly didn't care if it upset her. She wanted entertainment.

"So beyond me reigning on your parade out there, what's your name, princess? Mine's Amaranta Valeria, but ya can call me Amara for short. Though, I think judging by the way you look right now, you probably want to call me much worse, hm?" She inquired grinning almost teasingly, standing over her with a playful posture.

The faint sneer in Khaana's visage was absolutely delightful. The palpable sarcasm in her tone was purposeful, employed with the utmost intent to drop a match over gasoline and see the fury explode into a wildfire right before her eyes. Antagonism was her second language, and the fluency was exceedingly pristine so far. Khaana was practically entertaining her simply by virtue of lashing out and scowling at the woman as if she wanted to see her head on a pike. A precise moment occurred right within the window of opportunity for Khaana where Amaranta leaned in close enough to discern a right hook soaring in towards her face.

Pfft, a sneak attack? The leonine woman almost wanted to burst with laughter at the attempt. This little lady she mockingly referred to as 'princess' was truly entertaining. Now, it was time to put on an act to fool her into thinking her cheap shot reaped whatever benefit she may have been aiming for. At the last moment, Amaranta would allow the strike to land in a clean hit, selling the shock angle as her head was turned sideways. Holding her face, feigning a fierce glare toward the woman, Amaranta's body would tremble with faux malcontent, enough to give the woman a false sense of satisfaction. Of course, she made a concerted effort not to oversell the strike.

"You little bitch... fucking cheapshotting me like that. I oughtta..."

One second, two second, three... her head would turn around with a smug, shit-eating grin, bursting with laughter. The chortle was so obnoxiously loud that anyone could hear it if they bothered to seek it out. A mere step of sonido would carry her behind the woman, cocking her fist back to return the favor, soaring in with a cheap shot poised towards the woman's lovely face. If it connected, the intent was to send her flying on her behind, all so she could walk over her, step over and remind her of the clear divide between them. Even if she dodged it, Amaranta welcomed the chase. This was too fun an opportunity to pass up. What would her reaction look like now, she wondered?

"Return the favor! God, you really are delightful! I haven't had a laugh like that in a minute. What were you trying to accomplish just then, huh? A wittle ole' cheap shot on my seemingly defenseless face?"