She cheerfully bounced along the street humming a little toon as she stepped over rubble and destruction. Every now and then, she would do a small hop over a crack, rock, or crater in the earth and find herself smiling at the scattered, bleeding, mostly living corpses. It was so great to be able to do something fun and productive with her day. She also loved the idea of getting to wear a nice, white dress. She hoped to paint it beautifully in patterns of crimson red. It was going to be a wonderful day.

It seemed that they were getting closer to uncharted territory as more active humans were running about screaming. Well, that wouldn't do. Celeste would stare at the running flesh bags with a pouty face before lifting her fingers towards them. "Mr. Arrancar said we need to get rid of a lot of problems. I think you're the problems." The tips of her finger bones would eject from her flesh impaling multiple targets through the skull leaving their lifeless corpses to drop onto the pavement. Soon enough, a smile would cross over Celeste's lips, "Oh, yay! I'm helping!"