A Peaceful Conversation? WHAT?! (Lilith, Kalama)

“Those jobs don’t particularly suit my skills nor my experiences.” Kalama would reply honestly. “Violence has been something that I’ve almost grown up with and I suppose it could be said that it’s been ingrained in me. Whether it’s been for the sake of survival, profit or revenge, my path has always been a bloody one. A life without it sounds alien to me now and I don’t know if I could live that kind of existence. When I joined the Gotei, my mentor used my desire to cause bloodshed to hook me in and I guess even now, I still am.”

She hadn’t thought about such things for a long time and as she took yet another sip of her drink, Kalama briefly mused about her life. What else did she have to show for it other than causing harm to others? An assassin was what she was trained to be, what she thrived at and honestly? What she enjoyed. In the back of her mind, she knew that one day it would all catch up to her but for now, all she could do was follow on the path that had started walking over a millenia ago.

“Never crossed my mind.” The green haired woman replied. “When I came to this world, there were precious few who could even sense my presence, let alone actually interact with me. All I did back then was fight in whatever conflicts that were taking place at the time. I knew nothing else and over time, I realised that it was my calling and even now, when everyone can see and hear me pretty much, I don’t see an alternative. I’m in too deep to simply give up and change my career now. There’s just too much blood on my hands.”

Finishing her drink and instantly attracting the waiter’s attention for another, she’d go on. “I don’t see any other ending for me than to eventually be taken out, as I’ve done to so many others in my life. There’s no happy ending, not that I’ve ever believed in such things.”

Watching after the woman as she disappeared, Kalama wouldn’t do much of anything for a short time, thinking to herself in silence. The assassin didn’t understand just why Lilith seemed to care so much about her. It was foreign to the green haired girl and while she hated admitting any weakness in herself, she had to admit that the attitude unsettled her just a bit. Kalama would have understood if her fellow Shinigami had been sickened, angered or genuinely wanted to beat her head in for what she’d done but kindness? That was something else.

Taking a long draught of her drink once the waiter brought her next one, her gaze would turn towards the card left behind. Her suspicious mind instantly leapt to the conclusion that it might have been bugged or had a tracking Kido on it or something but she just couldn’t leave it there for some reason. It might have been wiser to leave it but Kalama eventually found herself raising the glass and taking the card in hand anyway. Another path? For her? It sounded so unlikely when there were enemies everywhere. She couldn’t go anywhere without stirring up trouble or having it find her, as though she were a magnet for such things.

Eventually, she’d decide to pocket the card, despite her own cynicism and concerns. Rising to her feet, she’d then finish her own drink and shunpo away. She needed to clear her head…and drink a nightclub's worth of booze.