Empty Inside (Caly/Santa)

"Lightfoot. And...my Lightfoot is several times faster than I can reach at a flat out sprint. It's a movement technique, it is a technique for moving. People aren't that fast normally, you know?" She replied, keeping pace with her while explaining.

"Imagine Lightfoot as using a special set of rocket shoes. You aren't naturally as fast as you can go with the Rocket Shoes, or why bother even using them? So you can keep up with my running speed, but be blown away by my Lightfoot"

"I did hear you say Sonido. But, I don't know what a Sonido is. And besides, if you can only move as fast as you can run with your Sonido, then it is nothing like Lightfoot because...well I just told you why"

She'd see the strange hole in the air and deduce it wasn't something that was going to be spawning cake, so she tried to resolve this whole thing.

"Look, you said that if you couldn't keep up with my Lightfoot, you couldn't keep up with me when I wasn't using it. So I explained to you why you could keep up with me without it even if you couldn't keep up to me with it. I don't know where the sticking point here is"

Not one to calm the situation, Calypso exploded on her own rant, her fury at this whole thing bubbling over as a lesser grasp of Hvit's pride caused her to feel stung at the accusations.

"Imagi.....If she is imaginary, then how did you see her?! How did she touch you?! I am not making up anyone. If I was going to make someone up, why wouldn't it be of my own race? Why would I make someone who is constantly crippling me because that is the price I pay to be able to move?! She's the Hollow in all this, not me. We don't share a mind, she's literally just like a roommate. I don't know anything I don't ask about, and I can't ask about things I don't know exist"

She'd cross her arms and seethe in irritation at the sudden accusations.
"I can understand you thinking she is imaginary if you have no spiritual sense and didn't literally see her right in front of your eyes. But how can you still think she is imaginary after all that? She clearly exists!"

"My power is Cultivation! Blood Fists and Taiju Snake Style! Nobody has a power to make living beings like that!" Calypso shouted back.
'Well, actually a manifested Zanpaktou spirit is pretty much exactly that. And there is also Tulpas, to a lesser extent'
'Stop making things confusing! Why are you just watching?'
'It's funny to watch, why would I ruin that?'

"Ugh! I could never make somebody so annoying" Calypso exclaimed, shaking her head, and then looking back to Santa.

"She doesn't need a host, she can be alone. But doesn't like being alone since her entire existance has been with others. 'A Queen without Subjects is just a pretentious hobo' is what she says. It is oddly convenient that she turned up, but I was hardly subtle in using my Cultivation on live TV, so she who has been in Ulv's soul felt that a Cultivator was the easiest person to slip into since she understood their powers and culture better than other races. And so went looking for me specifically. So it seems oddly convenient from our side, but from her side she put actual work into finding me.

And she isn't 'weirdly' benevolent. She's a Queen, that makes all people her treasures. And what fool does not protect their treasures? It's kind of a mad mindset, but whatever floats her boat"

"Yes. A Manifested zanpaktou spirit can appear to be a living being. The two problems there is one; you have to be able or nearly able to release your Bankai before you can manifest the spirit - and I can't even release a Shikai, apparently - and two; I don't have a zanpaktou!"

Then the strange request to put Hvit into Santa's soul...definitely caught Calypso off guard.
"No, she can't enter anyone's soul. She just exists adjacent to your soul. But if you must, then let's go somewhere more comfortable to sit" Calypso exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air and moving off the beach, to a nearby bench. There, if Santa followed them, Hvit would come out of Calyspo - who shrivelled up on cue - and stroke Santa's cheek.

"I like this one~" Hvit would coo, planting her lips on Santa's own and giving her a passionate and possessive kiss as she slid inside Santa, her own Will forming the seal that bound them together, and flaring the poor Arrancar with power to cover the Sky and the Earth. For about two seconds, at least. The scale very rapidly bottlenecked and after a very brief taste of Godhood, she could not tap into the merest fraction of Hvit's power even if she put her whole heart towards it.

'Also, she's not weirdly talented. She's a Cultivator, it's been twelve years of hard work and lessons from her clansmen to get that good. She's decent, as people go, but not spectacular. Her Dragonblood is the largest part of her future prospects'