Tasty Yanagidako (Priscilla/Alvah)

So, this is the famous resort that he has heard rumors of? It did not come off as anything extraordinary, but as a normal visitor, it makes sense that he'd lack the ability to properly investigate his surroundings. The farthest he has gotten so far is the beach he's heard others speak of. Surprisingly, it is rather crowded, and there are nothing but eyes on him.

It seems many find a 6 foot, scarred, and muscular individual interesting. His horns probably help him stay out the lime light none, but he cares not. With his chest bare, he found a suitable spot that was farther from the crowd and made himself comfortable. Honestly, the culture is strange.

He copied the attire, letting his kimono fall around his waist to mimic the nakedness of other men. His bandaged left arm ached though, the bindings lightly leaking energy. Nonetheless, he went to writing in his journal of his findings so far. Catherine was kind enough to drop him off as they separated from one another. He could only wonder what she is up to as he tries to understand the intricacies of a resort.

After her recent bout with her new friend Amaranta in Hueco Mundo, Priscilla had returned to the resort she'd grown to call home for rest and recuperation. Healing wounds was a simple feat for her, even ones as terrible as that incredible, powerful woman was capable of inflicting upon her body. It was the return of her Rieryoku that took a while, something she could unfortunately do nothing about. For now, she was stuck waiting here, flitting back and forth between the beach and resort itself.

As the hot sun beat down on the beach and its many occupants, Priscilla was sticking out like a sore thumb. As a free spirit, she wasn't confined to the normal methods of transportation like the rubes and boring people around her. Eyes were drawn to her slim, upside down form as she walked across the beach on her hands, before finally falling onto her back a short distance from the tables and benches close to the nearby bar. She was bored. Kenny and Manasa were nowhere to be seen, leaving her all alone with nothing to do but kill time laying in the sun.

An interesting culture. He found himself offered a beverage, but he understood not its purpose. He saw others drinking it, but as an Arrancar, he had no reason to do so. Still, curiosity lured the beast, and he had followed suit opening the can as others had. A single sip left him sputtering in disgust. There lacked any flavor that could quell the sudden fire that scorched his throat; yet humans participated in this strange liquid like starved rats?

His obvious distaste had him pulled to a bar by a woman who seemed too into his physique, offering to show him something better than the can he had thrown aside. Words were tossed about, and of course he knew not what any of them meant. He'd have to look into these concoctions later, but his mind would be stolen by the glassed drink placed in front of him. Immediately, he found it functionally edible, but he still lacked understanding.

Bwah. Leave it to another Arrancar to come and steal his attention, a sudden brazen woman, red maned, on her hands, traversing the beach. She pulled eyes, including Alvah's, who ditched the woman who had tried to converse with him. Though, he made no inclination that he wished to speak to the other Arrancar as he sat not too far off with yellow eyes focused entirely on the other. His journal out, he began sketching, focusing entirely on recreating the bizarre sight he had witnessed. What would one call that? Hand walking? Hand standing?

"Siiiiiigh......." Priscilla said, cartoonishly pronouncing the word 'sigh' instead of actually doing it. She rose slightly so she was still lying down but propped up by her elbows and looked around the human-covered beach. Boring...boring...old...young...boring... she thought, judging the other beach-goers on whether she thought they could help her have a good time or not.

Eventually her cerulean eyes made their way to a strange looking man sitting on a beach chair nearby, his own eyes having occasionally looked over the notebook in his hands and in her direction. Right away she knew he was an Arrancar, and after meeting Klein, Kita, and Amaranta, Priscilla figured he could be an interesting guy too. She shot up to her feet like a rocket and began making her way in his direction, brushing sand off her shoulders, back, hips, and rear as she walked.

Upon reaching the stranger, Priscilla spoke cheerily, all her hopes placed on him freeing her from this dull day. "Hi! I'm Priscilla Tintalla, wanna be friends?"

It seems his blatant staring rewarded him. He had noticed the redhead's eyes on him, her curiosity probably pricked like his own. He had given up staring as she approached, opting to finish his sketch before she reached his position. He must say her first words to him were particularly amusing.

"Why? Friends? Is that a line reserved for every stranger you happen upon?" He asked, smirking as he lowered his journal in a way that she'd see herself, crudely sketched upside down, mimicking her handstand from earlier.

She gave herself away too easily, and from that alone, Alvah could finally identify her as a fellow Arrancar.