A Soul forever Haunted [Saber, Klein]

CRUNCH

The feeling was so very different. The crackle of a hollow's head being slammed beneath her claws felt almost alien now. Staring down at the mess beneath her foot was something like a hot, burning fod. Even as she lunged down and began prying chunks of flesh from the corpse. She couldn't help but feel as if there was something that she were missing.

It was hard to think past the shrill tension in her head.

She didn't hear anything. She didn't see anything. But somehow, the sensation of noise or static through her brain was constant and drowning. It made everything buzz and filter around her surroundings, making her thoughts hard to grasp. But she fought through it anyway as she tore the beast open and turned to her surroundings, blood cascading down her chin before water swarmed aroundher frame and wrapped that massive form of hers. Causing her to all but vanish as she stared around the harbor.

She remembered she had a job. But what was it? It was hard to remember. HEr memories were like broken glass, but she could FEEL something important. But it didn't matter. All the hollows were dead, and so the looming beast turned her attention to the city itself. Where more hollows she knew were hiding. Should she hunt them down.... or keep going south? To that ... smell. As if there was a big dark void in the far distance. Something that smelled like food. But other smells gave her mixed feelings. quincy. Shinigami. Trouble. Should she go there?

Something made her pause and turn, suddenly looking to her surroundings as she smelled....something else. For a moment, she felt a sudden urge to eat. smelling another hollow. But this wasn't quite the same. A tinted smell. Not food. Danger. An Arrancar. And in that instant she was suddenly on her guard. Immediately suppressing her spiritual pressure and hunching down. Thankfully she was small for a Gillian, but still that large shimmering frame was difficult to hide. But she wasn't going to run just yet. Curiosity ate it's way through the hunger and the caution. And so, carefully, she began moving toward what she was smelling.

Her eyes dilated slightly as that voice hit her. It was just as she thought. An arrancar. And instantly, her mind wandered back, when had she ever ... run into one? It was hard to remember, but she didn't recall ever having spoken to one, they were so rare and she was cautious enough that she hadn't crossed paths. But there was no shortage of intrigue in the massive beast as she slowly closed in. Stopping just a short distance away, and once she stopped moving, that very faint shimmer would suddenly vanish, as water peeled away from her large form.

Even being a bit small for a Gillian, she was still quite large. Twenty meters in height, Klein would be treated to the sight of that black cloak spilling into existence, crested with her own leering mask. A strange combination of features. Her long saberfangs not quite as long as they used to be, but still very present. Her snout a bit longer, and atop her head, a pair of large curling horns decorated her skull. That, and the peek of her own white carapace beneath the tattered cloak would not leave any question as to what it was that Klein was dealing with. A Menos Grande.

"You shouldn't be afraid. So long as you don't make trouble." Her voice was distorted, and quite a bit deeper thanks to her size. But there was still a very distinct feminine sound to it. Those big glowing eyes narrowing a bit as they focused on the little arrancar.
"I hate a hollow that doesn't know how to stay out of trouble."

She smelled something. Not literally, but as she peered down at the short little thing, something .... caught her attention. Something familiar that she couldn't quite put her claw on, But the little thing certainly had her full attention as he made that assurance.

"Good. I've already had enough stupid hollows to eat today...."' She growled, slowly turning her head to the north, and then back to where Klein stood. Slowly crouching down to get a better look at him. Vaguely...she was aware that if she hadn't already torn into several hollows... she'd likely be salivating at the sight and smell of him at that moment. But she was still digesting, that slow dull rumble of energy inside her that kept the screaming noise in her soul at bay.

"You have something on your mind." She growled, an observation more than a question. Usually even if people weren't afraid, they weren't keen on sticking around her. But Klein's eyes were squarely on her, something was going through that head of his, even if she didn't know what. "If you aren't here to cause trouble, why ARE you here?"

Saber narrowed her eyes ever so slightly as the arrancar revealed his intentions. Though she put on a slight expression of scorn in response to that. She'd certainly put herself under the hand of others. However, she knew exactly what 'recruitment' actually meant. At least when it came to arrancars. It was the main reason she'd consorted with HUMANS of all things.

"I'm aware of what meets a Hollow under the hand of an Arrancar. I'm sure your 'boss' will have plenty of disposable hollows to throw at her problems from the Menos forest." She murmured in clear disinterest. Though her expression said something different entirely. "So then. Why is it that YOU find yourself thrown in with that lot? I don't much care to work under someone whose radar I need avoid. Is there some quality to this boss of yours that outweighs how 'scary' she is?"

A soft snort escaped the Gillian and her eyes narrowed just a bit further, the mere exhale causing a sudden wash of hot air around his entire body as she considered his words. "You're not making a very good case for her." Certainly if nothing else, he sold that he followed this individual out of fear. She already had enough of that being a hollow. She was no simple idiotic fool. She was sure that this serpent lady was used to goading hollows into fights. But that wasn't Saber's style. If need be she'd simply escape. And she had any number of means of accomplishing that if she needed to.

Though, at his comment on her being Small fry, she glanced down at herself. And some, shattered sections of her felt a revulsion. A sort of ...wrongness. But she pushed past that. "I can be surprisingly sneaky. Something I'm sure you're familiar with." She pointed out. After all, he did mention helping her stay under the woman's radar. Unless that was simply an empty promise, he clearly seemed to have some experience with such things. At least that was the implication.

She paused. She didn't remember the last time she'd had such an actually stimulating conversation with another hollow. The screaming static in her head was barely even noticeable. It reminded her of Kenichi just a little. She could only imagine the energy those two would give off if in the same general area. She glanced back to the little arrancar, and then narrowed her eyes over her shoulder. The humans were beginning to stir just a little. Probably drawn by the bodies of the other hollows. She made a soft noise of disquiet and that veil of water peeled away from her frame and shifted around herself before spreading outward. Slowly enveloping the area around the both of them in a thin dome, bending the light around until both hollows were rendered invisible. She didn't need any interruptions.

"If you insist on talking, then we can talk further from the humans." She murmured, before holding out a massive clawed hand toward the arrancar. As if to instruct him to hop on.