In the Shadow of Titans [Africatastrophe Part II]

On what could be generously described as a high vantage point among all the suffering taking place in Africa Cala knelt perilously close to the edge of the disjointed, jagged spire of a rock that now arced into the sky. Their breathe was slow, but also felt rushed to their over-stimulated lungs, their Pesquisa flaring like a comparatively tiny beacon as they 'observed the combat and destruction below'. A profound sense of wonder and tranquility overtaking the Arrancar as death flared up all around them, a small prick of sadness buried deep in their psyche hardly bothering them as those unheard screams their aspect made them sensitive to echoed out like that of a single droplet of water into an infinitely empty cave. A noise so lonely, so profound, yet so haunting if one focused on it.... it felt like they were helpless but to be transfixed by it.

Ashen skin tingled, goosebumps flared, and were Cala's eyes still visible their pupils would surely be dilated as their energy quivered in anticipation and an odd, passive emotion somewhere between enjoyment and disgust of what was happening here. Like they were both being presented with, and intent on eating, an endless buffet of supremely unhealthy food. Perhaps, then, the disgust was internal? That seemed correct their very fuzzy and not-quite-clear thoughts as they idly licked their lips, fangs dragging along their taste buds as they then grit their teeth.

They had come here, returned to a place that realistically should have held little to no interest, to see if they could be of some assistance, any assistance, to those trying to "deal with" the gaping maw before them but now that they were in the presence of this destruction they were floored by the enormity of the situation. What had seemed, prior, a very placid containment effort had erupted into something that reminded them of their first time meeting Solomon. Perhaps more enrapturing, perhaps less, they could not think clearly enough to judge for themselves what the true extent of the damage was.

Cala was only brought out of their stupor when their Pesquisa detected two approaching entities, their potent sensory capabilities pinging their mind with a warm, electrical spark of warning as they tilted their head. They did not turn to face the approaching energies, not yet, nor did they draw Ceniza from it's sheathe, as they vaguely recognized one of the signatures, and a small frown graced their lips. They had not come to hurt anyone trying to contain the hole, quite the opposite, as this venture was only an arms-reach interest of Cala's for the sole purpose of gauging how much it could threaten their Aina.

Gently rising from their crouched position Cala's form moved with very slow, not quite steady movements for a moment as they adjusted their footing. Their head tilting as they swallowed down their enraptured trance at the Loss around them and turned, sightless, masked visage peering blindly toward the approaching energies as they inhaled gently. Their voice coming out in a low, grey murmur of true emotional neutrality, and yet carried quite well over the raised plateau.

"It is.... Hono correct? With another we do not recognize."

If Hono even bothered to remember Cala's other self from their one meeting the entity before her would feel altogether similar, but very very different, like a muted grey polaroid of the same entity, and distorted by grey film that made them almost their own unique being. Regardless Cala would inhale sharply now, steeling their mind to something not at all closer to true clarity, baring their fangs in the process, as Fade coiled and flared from within their robes like rose vines, sharp and writhing, drinking in any ambient or excess energy the Shinigami may have exerted.

"We do not wish to be harmed. Though we fear we will be of little use as a combatant to the other beings here. Are we truly such a threat to warrant two Shinigami to preside over us?"