Artist: Maria - Song: Maria - Word Count: 2052
The mooks weren't getting up. That was the first thought that Rose had in her mind after finishing up with some of the second-rate hoodlums who dared called themselves to attack this lone hollow girl. It would almost be laughable if it weren't all to common. A group of thugs corning a vixen in a black alley. Her life thrown into their hands -- and then, the subduer, Rose Mischevang comes in and sets the dismantle in distress free. In a different perspective, The Primera could be noted as a kind hearted spirit past her gruff exterior, but she just considered herself as another entity in this plane of existence fighting to stay alive and keep her sanity. For, undoubtedly, those goons that she dealt with were the all too typical spirits in this realm of the dead that seeked to cause mayhem, pain and hardship to others in the world. As if their sole purpose in this life were to suck the very life and stability out of all those they encountered. Yes, it was a harsh reality of Hueco Mundo, nay, a fact of life that Rose had learned to endure over the years. So as The Espada cracked her fist after that brief work out, she'd adjust her senses to key in on the reactions of her -- special guest.
After coming back into reality with what Pamela had to say, perhaps this encounter was going to take a turn for the worse. Indeed, that was one of the first thoughts that the Royal Mischevang had after watching some of the observations of the scantily dressed hollow. There was a cock of an eyebrow when the starry-eyed Arrancar cheered at the Primera Espada being nothing more than an additional player. In fact, for a brief moment, a twitch of irritation crossed her face when the words "cute" were uttered out of Pamela's mouth. Sucking her teeth in response due of her irritable state, Rose made a few steps away from the overly friendly woman.
After having just met for a few moments, The Primera wasn't too keen on having this person get all touchy-feely on her from just exchanging a few words. And given her own disturbed mental state from the previous few months, Rose wasn't even sure if there was another spirit in this world that could touch her in those ways. So, for a brief time, a small wince of the eye from that painful thought could be seen in Rose's face. It sent shivers down the woman's spine after thinking about the voidness within her own self at the moment. "Don't...touch me like that."
Those would be the first series of somewhat timid words that exited from her mouth, before she rediscovered her nerve and seemed to attempt to harden her gaze a bit. After spending countless years in solitude throughout her years, the solace of anothers touch was simply -- shocking. It surprised her that someone would want to hold The Espada in that way outside of the malice associated with combat. Being that it took a strong spirit and mind to endure Hueco Mundo's murky depths, she wasn't a stranger to taking a beating or two. However, accepting another's compassion or kindness was a much harder endeavour for The Mischevang to endure. The only exception she had up until this point were the likes of the Hollow Queen, and her beloved sister, Ashlei Clixx. And after that -- witch -- turned her back on the family for that Rosary Reject; Rose would rather have nothing to do with intimate touch at this point.
Although, these thoughts would be brushed aside in light of the sudden change in demeanor with Pamela. Hearing the change in voice within the woman, maybe The Primera was too quick to judge a book by it's cover. With her mind whirring in a million different directions to deduce what had just occurred, Rose came to the theory that the girl more than likely either had some form of a multi-personality disorder or, more realistically, had some sort of facade to her persona. In this day and age, though, there were so many forms of deception that it was always best , as a general rule of thumb, to expect the unexpected. So, a more guarded expression and change in body language came across the Espada when sensing that sudden shift. Through the clenching of her fist, brief spark in spiritual energy coming to the surface and mind still in the zone of combat; Rose was ready, willing and able to strike down any sort of hostile movement if one wrong move was made by the woman.
Yet, in the form of a laugh, this soon dissipated as Rose eased her muscles, but was ready to pull the trigger at any moment once she saw the transition back to the woman's jovial self. Following that morph in persona, The Primera Espada let out a hard sigh as she felt herself growing weary, tired and exhausted from wrecking her mind over all the place. As it stood now? The woman honestly just didn't know where to trust her heart, thoughts or instincts and it caused such rash decisions to be made recently. So, as she shook her head to get a grip on herself, she'd listen in to the words that the fellow Arrancar started to speak out to the Lone Mischevang.
While Pamela was making her intentions known to The Crimson Hollow, Rose simply thought it was a fools errand to so blindly put your faith into spirits like that. It's obvious to her that world around them was nothing more than a loathsome one. It caused her to briefly question if the plan that Suzu Zumizimu had in store to form some sort of diplomatic government in Hueco Mundo to begin with. Was she just latching her whimsical ambitions on to the blind faith that perhaps there could be a worthwhile change? Could a change to morph herself, mend her personality and see if there really is something more outside of the warmth of her sisters gras exist? Yes, that had been it. Was there a great enough change out to show Rose that there was a place outside the abysmal delusions of her virtual world that she had lived in for so long? Perhaps, through this self reflection, she was projecting her own jaded experiences on the world around her. But, in spite of that, she had yet to be proven wrong in these theories thinking back to the accumulative years of let downs, hardships, sorrow and the breaking of the slither of trust she once had at the hands of her own kin.
So, upon concluding this introspection of herself, Rose would snap out of her mind and go on to meet Pamela's eyes. Letting out a somewhat agitated sigh, she'd exhale some of the tension within herself to regain a sense of balanced nature to ease her mind and deal with the conversation at hand. There were a whirlwind of emotions, thoughts, questions and conflict raining down on Rose's soul like a torrent to wind; but -- it couldn't get the best of her. She had fought hard enough to reach this far in her recovery, so maybe there was something left seeing in this world before giving in the final towel. "Don't you understand that it's a death sentence in Hueco Mundo to so carelessly place your trust into others like that? Empowering the spirits of these people is a fools errand at best. Going about life like that will result in you ending up with your head lopped off, body hang to dry and food for another at suppers end. It really isn't a matter of what they deserved or not, it's a principle of not entrusting your physical well-being to the twisted souls that inhabit this land."
Flashing back to images of Ashlei Clixx, the parents of Rose's human life and the entire Mischevang Family; Rose could almost cry thinking back to the people she'd try to confide her own trust in. All of those times it only resulted in her world crumbling piece by piece until it all caved in like an unforgiving implosion of the heart. So -- why could this woman so haphazardly give that piece of her self to these monsters that inhabit the realm of hollow's? It made Rose's mind tick in irritation and a strange sense of envy. To be so blindly naive and have such high levels of undoubting love for the world, without the slightest bit of hesitation, was a blessing in itself in this day and age of endless strife.
And like a repeating wind, there, that nature, it was at work again. Moving past the gratitude the woman showed for Rose's rescue, there she went again so mindlessly entrusting her well being in the hands of the Primera Espada without a second thought. It left Rose with a bewildered expression. The Lone Mischevangas she felt dumbfounded that Pamela was once again so incautious of the person she was dealing with. What if The Spada had the intent to kill her? What if she wanted to manipulate and use her for a game? She was associated with Shadow Fall, after all, one of the most ruthless organizations in existence just about. So once again Rose posted this question to herself: why? "Woman, you've not met me for more than a few minutes, and already you are placing the very safety of your life in my hands? Are you damaged in the head? What happened with you to so hastily misplace your trust in other people like that? I can't answer such a question until that quandary is resolved."
Staring at her with disbelief, Rose's voice sounded rather shaky and distressed due to the fact that most of her kind were so -- malevolent. The Primera Espada certainly was no angel, but she had to do what she needed to do in her past to ensure her survival. Whereas others, others took sheer delight in causing pain in others, destroying the bonds of compassion in others and outright killing for the sake of killing. So why was she any different than the countless herds of demon's, hollows and Arrancar's she had met until this point? Was she really losing her sane mind after Australia and the pain Ashlei inflicted upon her psyche? It was one serious question that Rose posed to herself as she shook her head further in shock. "And besides, I don't need another vision coming into my own life. The only vision that had guided me so far and has not abandoned me is my own. It would take more substance, further proof and more action to prove that judgement wrong. I'm not going to so recklessly place the peace of mind that is the vessel of my body in the hands of another. So as compassionate as you see these actions of empowering others, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline that offer. The depths of my heart and soul are only mine to bare and I'll carry that burden until my body and spirit can no longer endure that hardship."
Now finished with her statements, she'd take a few steps backwards from Pamela and gauge her reactions, movements and words from this point onward with the utmost of care. But most of all, Rose felt utterly uncomfortable being near such a -- lighthearted spirit. While others found themselves afraid of being around those who wielded power, commanded authority and had the wickedest of vengeance, malice and murder flaring within their hearts; Rose was all but accustomed and unphased by such people. That was the norm of the world. People, Arrancar, Shinigami, Demon's and every other clusterfuck of a race that existed in this new world were all out to bathe each other in pain. No. In The Primera's mind? It was more baffling, deeply unnerving and more out of place to see someone who had such -- love in their hearts. Despite the harshness of this reality, there was still a sense of childish and charitable nature within the woman that seemed genuine in nature and it greatly confounded Rose's perception of the world.