Genoveva

"More places den ya dink 000, ya were gone fer how long again? Dun matter, wat matters iz deres more happenin' on da sands then in da Sandbox of da old ghost. Ah know cause it was mah job ta know 'bout dem." Genoveva says flippantly, giving an idle wave of her single hand as if contemplating one matter or another until finally it turns out that she had been. "Ya know what? Yer right Hanny."

In but a moment, Genoveva's hand is leveled at Rouga as a crimson sphere of energy gathers in her palm before abruptly transforming itself into a tight beam of destructive energy fixed on Rouga's location. The air snaps and crackles as the wash of bloody energy reluctantly dissipates, leaving a furrow in the sand where it had hit as Genoveva lands nimbly back some feet from where she had started.

"Ah'm talkin' bout Las Noches in dis case though. Von Geister's sickly wittle city wid all da pampered pansies struttin' about like der pretenses of civvizliation are worth more den der own primal nature. Ah'm gonna burn da city down to da ground but meh army could use someone with yer fightin' experience Hanny. Wouldn't ya want ta lead troops into battle again against hollows and arrancar?" She says coyly, fox-eyed gaze fixed on the former prisoner rather then at where Rouga is, or rather was. Partially because those nearby would be able to feel the 'ping' of Genoveva's bizarre form of pesquia ringing off the dunes. She didn't need to be watching Rouga to know if he was there or not...