Just Smile (Stella/Priscilla}

With that utterly depressing resort in her rear view, Priscilla Tintalla had made her way to the home of her people's ancient enemy here on Earth: The City of Lights. She wasn't sure whether she would be turned away at the city's entrance, but as it turns out Arrancar were not unilaterally treated like the enemy which elicited a surprised "Huh" from the brightly dressed woman.

Excited to take the day and city by storm, Priscilla marched her way onto the busy streets of the immense megalopolis. The buildings glittered in the afternoon sun, and an endless stream of humans marched from one to another. Tall signs and lit up screens announced each business's purpose, and if she tried her best to look over the shoulders of the army around her Priscilla could see this stretched endlessly into the distance.

This isn't fun.

Where was the excitement? The thrill?! Priscilla just saw more droll humans going about their droll lives. Apparently the only difference between these people in a glamorous shining city and those living elsewhere was how much water happened to be near them. Frustrated, Priscilla Sonido'd up to the roof of a nearby building some four or five stories tall and sat on the edge of its roof. She didn't want to give up yet, but there didn't seem to actually be much interesting here so far. Maybe she could check out that arena she heard about...

Sensing the sudden high-speed movement of another person, Priscilla's attention was piqued. Her azure eyes followed the woman's movement as she came to a stop behind her, causing the Arrancar to fall back so that she was laying on the roof with her legs dangling off. She looked up at the other woman, who she immediately deduced to be a Quincy, then suddenly broke out into a whiny yell when she was, in her mind, scolded.

"Ahhhhhh!!" As she yelled, drawing confused looks from pedestrians down below, Priscilla twisted her torso and banged her fist into the concrete roof, her actions reminiscent of a child's temper tantrum. "It's so boring here! B-o-r-i-n-g! And you're making it even worse! Gahhh!"

As quickly as her tantrum began, it stopped; Priscilla's entire body went limp as if she'd suddenly gone to sleep or passed out. A couple sends later a mischievous grin appeared on her face and her eyes shot open as she looked back up at the Quincy woman. Flipping into a standing position, Priscilla quickly closed the gap between herself and Stella so that their faces were no more than an inch away from each other. Her right hand raised up and as she pointed to the sky, a cerulean orb of Reishi the size of a baseball was conjured just above her finger tip.

Though her actions appeared aggressive, there was a playfulness to her voice as she spoke what could only be described as a thinly-veiled threat to Stella "Breaking rules can be pretty fun! My name's Priscilla Tintalla and maybe I'll blow up a building or two for fun. Wanna be friends?"

The stranger's suggestion to just do something else felt unhelpful to Priscilla. Who decides what's fun? Shouldn't it be herself? Maybe blowing up a few buildings would be a good time! Why should she go do a singalong in some little room instead? Priscilla didn't think it was very fair for this random person to come up here and tell her not to blow up buildings.

"Oh, great!" The moment the Quincy agreed to be her friend the energy ball above her finger vanished and Priscilla enveloped her in a tight hug. She squeezed Stella as if they were longtime best friends, not total strangers, and after a few seconds she separated from her and smiled happily as she spoke again. "Okay so now that we're friends, what's your name and what should we do for a good time?"

Priscilla moved past the last minute or so as if it had never happened, unconcerned with any of it. All that mattered now was that she had a new friend, apparently a Quincy woman named Stella. Someone who didn't want anything to happen to the City of Light...which meant now that they were friends, so long as Priscilla drew breath nothing bad would happen here. Not that she really cared to say any of that, her mind was on the question at hand: What to do?

"That's a silly question, I just want to have fun with you. So you tell me what you like to do, and we'll do it! Doesn't that sound like a good time Stella?" she asked, entirely earnest as she did so.

Priscilla had eaten every food imaginable at the resort in Brazil, often to the chagrin of the place's chefs who found her hunger unquenchable. She had never really been much of an eater, least of all during her time in Hueco Mundo, but humans always gorged themselves at the resort so she came to believe it was just what she was supposed to do too.

Shrugging, Priscilla gave her answer to Stella without caring too much what they ended up doing "If that's what you want to do Stella! Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."