Farewell to Days of Peace [Verdada, Amaranta]

Wandering around in search of entertainment was pretty commonplace for Amaranta. The leonine woman, much like a temperamental feline, could shift from place to place in the blink of an eye. At present, she was doing exactly that. So far, the journey isn't presenting anything particularly entertaining, but that's fine. Eventually, she's bound to find something. Chewing on a piece of bubblegum, her gaze is drawn to the scenery until her perquisa pinpointed something interesting. What was approaching her? Someone looking to be friend or foe? Both? Whatever. She doesn't care. It's entertainment. A mystery to unravel. Turning to face the approaching spiritual pressure trailing her from behind, she waves at the woman with a wide grin.

"Yo. Want my autograph or something?"

"Pfft, I wish. I haven't had a good fight in a minute."

Amaranta chortled softly as she turned to gaze down at the woman. She didn't particularly know what type of impression to have of the lady. At first glance, she looked like a pretty tired woman, wearing a sort of "done with this shit" expression she found amusing. Gazing at her a little closely, it appeared she was regarding her with observational eyes. Which was fine by her. She could soak in her appearance as much she wanted. It wasn't bothering her much. If anything, this beat walking around aimlessly in search of something intriguing.

"Amaranta. What about you? You got a name, or should I call you Glasses?"

"Verdada, eh? Heh, interesting name."

Amaranta noted softly, tilting her head in curious observation. Verdada, eh? Appearance wise, there wasn't anything that particularly stood out about her, but the bold approach was certainly intriguing. What was her deal specifically? As she regarded her with that observing eye, the leonine woman softly presented her fangs in a toothy grin as she gazed down at her poking at her sternum, unfazed by disregard for personal space. In return, she simply shifted a hand forward to poke at her forehead. A sternum for a head. Finding her questions amusing, Amaranta decided to oblige the woman with simple answers.

"A lion lady looking for worthwhile entertainment wherever she can find it, preferably of the combative kind. As far as this outfit goes? Nah. I mean, if the human boyfriend was worthwhile, sure, but no. What about you? What brought you to my specific location? Boredom? Looking to analyze random arrancar or somethin'?"

"Shit, you got me there. What can I say? I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but... I got a pretty bad hand with a fight recently. Unfortunately, I don't think Hueco Mundo can fix it... at least not yet. "

Amaranta chortled softly, amusement coloring her cheeks. Those who freely expressed their thoughts and opinions were quite alright in her books. Besides, she couldn't particularly deny her words. There were plenty of fish to fry in Hueco Mundo, but something about Africa seemed compelling. Klein did one thing right concerning that situation. It presented a place she might explore in the future if things maintained. After all, even she wanted to know what the hell was up with that hole.

Of course, Amaranta paused at her next words. The hunt for a bit of purpose, huh? Amaranta felt her perpetual hunt for the top dog was probably all she ever wanted, but... she wondered about that. Thought back to her words in her battle with Klein, her words when she discussed something with Khaana watching television.

"The hunt for a purpose, eh? I'll be honest... my goal ain't really nifty. Ever since I removed this mask, I've always been on a hunt myself to showcase and display my superiority. Show everyone who was top dog. Lately, though, I've been wondering if that's really all I want out of life."

Amaranta tilted her head, peering down at Verdada with curious sapphires, a half grin in response to her reasoning.

"Guess we're curing each other's boredom and curiosity so far, huh?"

"Ho...?"

There it was again - the invasion of personal space. A pair of scrutinizing eyes analyzing her for some unknown reason or another. In truth, she didn't find her questions particularly offensive. They were, after all, voiced in response to that inkling of doubt she uttered just now. Strength was fun. Strength was exhilarating. There was nothing one could reasonably achieve without it. From her days as a hollow relying on others to enjoy some scraps, to breaking free of that decrepit life and stepping out on her own... Indeed, she'd known what it felt like to be strong, but where did that road lead?

At the end, what else was there to achieve? Amaranta gazed down at Verdada with a scrutinizing gaze of her own as she took a moment to parse her words. She seemed pretty sure of herself. Bold, too. Ah, what the hell... there wasn't anything occupying her time right now, anyway. Why not humor this lady and see where things went? At best, she could discover something interesting. At worst, it could be a complete sham.

"A surefire way, huh? Alright, I'm sold. Go ahead and enlighten me, Verd."