Distractions 01 | Saph

Making friends was one thing, making acquaintances was another entirely different thing altogether- well it isn't all that different, actually, but seeing as she couldn't actually be involved with the important talk amongst all those Espadas and Mister Leader himself, Trael was granted a temporary freedom to roam around, so long as she doesn't purposefully wander off into an unknown territory, or start something troublesome with the other Arrancars in this location on this very day. 

And so wander along she did, exploring what seemed like a vast, endless land filled with skyscrapers and other small businesses. Apparently, the street vendors sold authentic human flesh and limbs, and claimed that the human soul was a great addition to any soup or stew to energize and bulk up one's health. It did seem appealing, and she did have the urge to try out at least some of it, but the sad thing was, she had no knowledge of the currency used in this world, nor did she have any idea how trades worked. Maybe this was one of the reasons why Kurisu brought her here to begin with, but business was business, and she had to wait it out before her newfound experiences could begin.

The marketplace was definitely one of the stranger places she's been to so far, and it is mostly due to the things these people sell. Ranging from sword polish to armors to different bits of enhancements, alongside a strange assortment of food that they claimed to have stolen from the human world, and stuff like minty toothpaste and toothbrushes. Everything was a sight to see, and because of her attention being elsewhere at the moment and not on the path in front of her, accidents were bound to happen.

And it did.

Though it isn't the most pleasant way to meet someone new, it sure was effective. The woman she had bumped into had perhaps the most luxuriously flowy purple hair that Trael had ever seen, but then again, with the memories of her previous life still repressed and her only recent transformation into a Vasto Lorde, she wouldn't actually have that much experience in this department. Still, compared to her own sheet of snowy white, she actually preferred the slightly light, yet slightly dark mixture of this woman's hair.

"Sorry.." would be the only word of response she managed to squeeze out. After over a century of not being able to talk, for some reason her muscles had forgotten how to as well as her brain. Whenever she tried forming sentences, the invisible lump in her throat stopped her from doing so, and whenever she tried filling the gaps in those sentences with different terms, her mind prevented her from accomplishing that simple task. It was a problem she wished to deal with sooner rather than later, but for the time being, her way of speaking would only consist of a few words at a time.

Now that was a strange, yet somewhat direct approach of making a friend that Trael has never seen before. Do people have so little time on their hands these days that they need a quick touch and go system to converse with another person? Perhaps it was just the nature of this person in particular, and not everyone as a whole like she had imagined, but at the end of the day, it doesn't change the fact that this question was one that's extremely difficult to answer. Still, they were both Arrancars, right? And judging by the humanoid form identical to her very own, this woman was no joke either. Although it was an assumption, does this woman hold the same position she holds as a Fraccion for one of the Espadas? The possibility was there, but with all things considered, she could even be an Espada herself.

"... Yes..?" Maybe it wasn't the most clear cut answer in the world, what with that question mark tone near the end of that singular word, but didn't being friends mean two people getting along with one another, no matter how different their personalities are like? The problem here lies on the fact that they don't really know each other all that well- if at all, though that could all change soon enough.

Trael's expression told the entire story of how confused she was, but she did not regard this woman as being a dangerous threat to her, at least not now, so they could at least get along for the time being. That begs the question, however, what is it that friends do here in this dimension? In fact, the only thing she's seen are acts of cannibalism where the strong devour the weak, just so they themselves would eventually grow stronger. Yet, she was taught to treat people how she wanted to be treated herself, so being a judgmental prick isn't really going to help her situation, especially if this woman's words were genuine. "I.. guess.."

Creepy was undoubtedly the right word when it came to Trael's newfound friend. Not only were those red eyes perfect for giving the most malicious death glare, they were pretty darn beautiful in their own right, at least when she compared to it her very own stormy grey. Definitely not the most beautiful, but her opinions are sort of biased towards the superiors that she knew and cared about. The proceeding invasion of her personal space did not go unnoticed and unresponded to, because as soon as the purple haired woman took a step forward, she took a reflecting step backwards. For one, they've just met, but even through the agreement of them becoming friends, you can't really expect an individual that is completely sane to not at least have a bit of suspicion.

"I.. know not.. of your name." She did introduce herself after all, so it would be a fair and logical trade if the other woman were to do the same, but if her personal space were to be invaded once more, she'd continue taking steps backwards, mirroring and countering the other's movements, though still keeping her gaze fixed straight into those red eyes. Of course, she'd have to actually say something if things get out of line, but she was rattling her brain, trying to think of a way to put it that wouldn't make her seem like a complete douche. 

"Keep.. distance. I.. don't enjoy.. h-having people close." The stuttering sure as hell wasn't caused by nervousness or anything anxiety-related in general, its just the way she speaks. Talking too much would cause a lot of strain in her throat, but talking too less would make an awkward situation seem even more awkward than it already was, especially if they take this moment into account. "You want.. eat..? Food everywhere. Can eat.. t-together. But.. don't know.. how to purchase."