What's New Pussycat?[Amaranta, Ryo ]

"What the hell does a lady have to do to find some real entertainment around here? I thought they said Japan was a lively place... or am I the wrong area? Shit... this doesn't look like Tokyo."

Those words echoed throughout the tiresomely quiet outskirts of a slightly uninspiring town in Japan. The current source of entertainment was striking down hollow foolish enough to attack her, and hunting down those who recognized her strength and attempted to escape purely to survive. A crushing blow of the fist here, a crushing blow of the fist there, her hands are slowly but surely covered in the familiar colors of pure crimson. Any passerby civilian likely recognized it as her keeping their town safe, but she wasn't so noble to humor the thought.

They weren't filling her pockets, but their compliments stroked her ego, occupying her attention as she continued sweeping by at immense speed, penetrating the remaining wave of hollows like a thunderous bullet, crushing each mask at the point of impact. Now, her selfish duty was fulfilled. Burning away the blood on her hand, she cracks her neck as she moves ahead to search for something else. Enter the city in search of entertainment or continue to her actual destination? Decisions, decisions...

"Where to next?"

"What the hell are you looking at, redhead? Find anything on my face that appeals to ya?"

Observing the crimson woman evaluating her with red eyes, a playful grin dances across her sun-kissed features. Compared to the intensity of her gaze, her playful sapphires were far more relaxed. Nonchalantly approaching the woman closer, Amaranta dismissively waved her hand to dispel any worry. Nothing in her posture emanated a desire to fight, but there were always those who fought her anyway, regardless of intention and physical confirmation. What would this redhead be like? Much of the same? Or someone would actually listen with their ears and see with their eyes? One presents combat, the other presents conversation. What choice was she going to go with?

"Don't worry. I don't intend on causing any trouble for anyone here."

"Whether you believe me or not is a you problem, redhead. Ain't my style to explain myself, either."

There was little use explaining herself here. After all, those with a "profound" sense of justice would oft strike, regardless of answers and physical proof. It therefore stood to reason that this crimson-haired swordswoman might not be all that different. Nothing in her stance spoke to attacking or harming anyone. Nothing in her aura exuded an intent to incite chaos in her current surroundings. The stranger standing before her can take her at her word or fight her. Either option was welcomed, truth be told. Altruism never was her strong suit.

"Oho? Can it now? Someone's got a little spunk to her. I like it."

Delivering those words with her characteristic brashness, Amaranta observed the woman as she let her guard down down, her sword dematerializing in a flourish of crimson. Currently, there was no reason to take advantage of anyone or anything here - let alone this crimson-haired swordswoman with a stoic expression. Confirming her presence here as welcoming, Amaranta marched further upward as she regarded the crimson woman with curious sapphires. What was she exactly? A defender of this town? A traveling hero of justice?

"Exactly that, yeah. Hollows love gravitating toward a nice source of spiritual energy they think they can take advantage of and devour, but the moment you show those bastards you know how to fight? They go running off like a pack of hyenas. Anyway, name's Amaranta. What's your name, redhead?"

"Where's a good place to grab a bite to eat?"

Voicing that curious thought to the woman ahead, following along, the bronze woman cut her travel time in half with a simple flash of Sonido to accompany her stride. Entering the town was her intended course of action until the redhead went into defender mode, so it wasn't as if she was following her out of any profound desire. Even so, she was quite entertaining so far. The only source of entertainment currently in a quiet place like this, truth be told. She won't impede on her time, but she is curious if this woman is a resident of the current location or merely a passerby like herself.

"Where are you from, anyway, Ryo? Resident to this place or a passerby like yours truly?"

Questions to pass the time. Idle chit-chat to learn more about the crimson-haired lady navigating the town for a meal.