End of the Day (Joint Training, NDE, R)

[MrDoctorDo]

(OoC: This will be a Joint Training/Introduction between Mika and Jill! We are going to need a hill...and some guy named Jack. Better check the bars. We'll see how it goes! My only advice...follow the teddy.)

It had been a long day for the easily wearied race of humans. Business as usual for the typical 9 to 5ers. Though they droned through their various places of employment with sluggish velocity; the end of the day inspired new vigor! Suddenly there was no age, wound, or exhaustion to be found. Those who had the freedom to leave, did not hesitate with any amount of weakness. They rushed to finish whatever work they still had, or simply abandoned it for Monday. There was a haste to get out. To be free of the grind and obligations. It was an amazing site for one to see. Especially from the air! Like watching coordinated ants scurry in premeditated, masterful paths. All of them going somewhere different, none of them impeding the others from reach their destination. It was the sort of show a perfectionist could watch for hours. Sadly, it only ever lasted moments.

Given the infamous efficiency with which Japanese businesses ran themselves; every employee would be clocked out and on the streets before half past. Home, or wherever they were going, by the hour's end. While this may be the quaint routines of the average mortal...there was no reason to assume it stopped with just them. Certainly other sentients among the realms felt this sensation? Surely they knew the relief of personal time? The freedom of a weekend, so to speak? Hmm, maybe not Hollows or spawn of Hell.

Certainly Fullbringer. They were all but human. There was no reason for their heritage to give out, just because they evolved a few new abilities. So it would stand to reason, that in the bustling concrete jungle, the native employees of Uzaki Enterprises followed these same rules? That despite their new spiritual identities...they found the weekend a delightful proposition? Surely they retained that much of their cultural humanity. So now, with the work week ending and the sun setting, it was time for...

Karakura After Dark. The way it rolls off the tongue; you would think it was some sort of reality show. A fun, energetic look into the nightlife of this most popular metropolitan. The program would lead you through the tight streets and narrow alleys that line any Japanese polis. It would lead you along with many other youths; on a quest for fun and merriment. Heh, something anyone would want to watch. If only to feel envy for the fortunate souls that get to enjoy all the entertainment and celebration. How hilarious it would be, to see the show take a more honest turn. To see a group of humans enjoying their time on the town...crushed by the sudden arrival of some horrendous Hollow. The gravity of mighty spirits crushing not only the joy, but the very lives from the common folk who dwell within the bustling community. Inexplicable deaths that by the next morning would be written off as some civil engineering blunder. After all, all the crushed streets and downed power lines fit so well with that excuse.

Oh, but for those poor souls captured by the camera crew; there would be convenient acceptance. All they would know is the screaming. But hey! Things aren’t always so bleak in Karakura! Hollows aren’t always preying on innocent humans. Mighty spiritual beings aren’t always stomping about, making a ruckus. There are nights when the people, spiritually aware or no, can relax. Such was the case this evening. Nighttime shadows might be spreading far and wide, but the air was sweet and at ease. The city was becoming a field of lights and activity, yet no dangers were insight. Even at Uzaki Tower, the sensors and monitors all read clear. A Friday night without hordes of cannibal ghosts? Oh man, cash in on that. Even individuals who weren't blessed with the a surety of safety...could sense opportunity brewing. In fact, such a soul was carousing the streets as we speak. Rather near to the UEHQ, actually.

The young man seemed quite a sight. Clearly visible and eye-catching from most every direction. Though, not necessarily because of his demeanor or looks. The real attention getter was the bear. A massive body of fluff and fuzz. A teddy bear the size of a small man, or a large woman. Fatter than either should rightfully be. It was an obtrusive thing. Carrying it was proving quite the challenge, in fact. The guy who was trapped beneath its broad figure was having to waddle to and fro. Stepping wide and swaying slightly, to try and maintain a healthy center of balance. While it might be easy for any to mock the man's efforts, they should recognize. The bear was muuuuch larger than him. Oh, and he only had one freaking arm. Anyone feeling bold enough to mock should be ready to lop one of their limbs off and give it a go! Still...he was making good time.

Shuffling along the semi-crowded sidewalks of the commercial district, the fellow seemed on a mission. Moving with persistence and focus, he never stopped to mingle or exchange a glance with anyone. The occasional Samaritan would off to lend him a "hand". They were always received with a scoff. No shock there; he had probably heard that one his whole life. My. What a life that must have been. With many strange effects leftover from the many years of single-handed development. Certainly it had done something to mess with his head.

How else could his sense of style be explained? For this oddity of a fool was dressed in a most bold, floral-print button up. It stood out even if the rest of him didn't; with its pink flowers and navy base. Underneath the rather expressive collared shirt was a thermal. Yep. One of those linen colored, waffle knitted thermals. The kind no one wants to show off, but have for warmth. Sure, it was winter time. Made sense to wear it. By why let it stick out in the open like that?! Next came his pan...shorts. F*cking...

Seemed winter wasn't a major concern for this individual. His pleated chino shorts barely reached his knees. Leaving his scrawny calves to creep out from below the hemmed edges. From there down the young man aged sixty years. Before the calves could end; thick, khaki colored socks came stretching up. They were stitched in such a way that they fitted his legs like gloves. No slipping or wrinkling here. Suppose that was a saving grace? Still, high top socks with shorts. Come on, man. Finally there were his shoes. They looked like he got them with the socks. "Buy a pair of geriatric socks, get these ugly shoes!" They were the sort of blocky, super comfy loafers that were near impossible to find these days. Yet this dork had a healthy pair.

Boy did he work them too. Laying his full weight into them with each wide step. Just trucking along with his senselessly big romantic gesture. Dressed like he was. Towing a gift like that. Just where the hell could he really be heading? What could he be doing? Should the authorities be notified? Maybe just the fashion police. Should some ignorant crush be warned to change their name and move to Korea? Not sure that would be good enough to escape this seeming level of creeper. Guess the only way to learn these answers...was for someone to follow the guy. To tail him on his quest, and experience the hilarity that would ensue. Heh, but to follow someone like Mika...that was to welcome a new definition of absurdity into one's life.

['Stalker']

(I wanted to reply before I was leaving to my grandmother's house. Sorry for it being so short!)

It was a dark and quiet night. Prime was yawning and stretching herself on top of a roof. It was oddly her first objective in her company was to take this night shift on hollow patrolling. It was her duty to protect EVERYONE from hollows attacks, she does get paid for it after all. She doesn't really mind the night patrols but she wasn't the type to defend anymore. If she sits in her shadow isles, she never bothers jumping out of her own shadows to save anyone from hollow attacks. She witnesses it so many times but she sits there and just watches. Now she has to react if someone ever gets attack. Prime bites her bottom lip just thinking about it.

She sighs not even bothering to activate her fullbring because she figured it was just a waste of time to do so anyways. She sits on the ledge, watching the streets of Karakura. It wasn't too long though before she discovers a rather odd individual. She squints with her soft grassy eyes just to see who this person was. It looked like your average human but he appeared unusual. She had a gut feeling that something was deeply wrong with the individual just do to the... teddy... No good in her eyes.

She stood up slowly and flicks her fingers to catch herself. She needed to react and stalk this individual at once! She kept herself low on the rooftops and jumped roof to roof following this one person. It was clear now that she was on the pursuit and was stalking him perfectly in the shadows. She stopped for a moment however, she needed to prepare herself. She rubbed her nose and began. "Shadow Isles..." and a rush of light swirled around her. She disappears and leaves nothing behind but a black puddle of liquid. After 3 seconds, a figure would slowly rise and when it finally comes out it becomes clear it's her in a Sci-fi suit. She looked down to see if he went far and sure enough he didn't go far.

She lifted her heels up and commences a bringer light. She was quickly there once more on his pursuit, watching him and stalking him from the roofs. As she followed him, she looks to her arms. Before she could barely think, one long shadow glowing blades on each side appeared on each arm. She grinned as she may finally get the chance to use these weapons for the first time against anything tonight. Especially, for this suspicious man. She slides them back in like the Predator from the Predator movies and continues to stalk him. She really wasn't sure whether to jump down to approach him just yet or wait but either way... She has to find out what's going on with this individual. 

[MrDoctorDo]

Night had fully settled in now. Only those with excitement in their hearts would remain on the streets. It took that sort of passion to stay out; especially when the air grew so cold. All through Kakakura, wind whirled between buildings and thoroughfares. Being caught off guard meant getting a chill to the very bone. As a result, even the nocturnals were looking for sanctuaries of some kind. Thus...the shopping district. Or commercial district; whatever you want to call the place with bars freaking galore. Though it may not always seem it; Japan was a country that enjoyed its alcohol. No nightly celebration or relaxation was really complete without it. So now that the streets were getting cooler, the people were moving inside.

Everywhere one might look, neon flicked on and crowds began to gather. Most of this population was made of a younger sort. Those in the prime of youth, dressed to impress as they set out with high ambitions for the evenings entertainment. An entertainment...that one such soul was bound to provide. "Fourth street, then hidarino Sukaruno Punchuo imasu...", Mika announced to himself. The strange man engaged in the vocal recitation of directions; eager to not see himself lost on this venture. Sadly, it made following him easier. Not that tailing a one armed man carrying four cubic meters of teddy bear was a challenge...but, "It should be this way." Now anyone hoping to track this weirdo's footsteps, could choose to proceed them instead.

With most of the sidewalks cleared of pedestrians other than Mika, there wasn't really anyone for him to talk to. Or interact. Honestly, it was one of the best days of his life. The lack of social interaction, out in society, really tickled his mean-spirited humor in all the right ways. Proceeding along without much a care or worry; the young man seemed completely oblivious to the dangers that lurked about. Not Hollows. Not even a spiritually aware member of the neighborhood watch. No, the real danger were stakeouts. Nihon police, hiding in plain sight. Breaking all the rules of law enforcement that Mika had grown up with. Playing dirty in a way that he might just appreciate; were he not on the opposing team. If any such peoples were about tonight, watching the bars and alleys for suspicious goings ons, Mika would be f*cked.

It would be just a few minutes more of walking. The time seeming to fly for Mika, who was constantly distracted by the shifting weight of stuffing. It was quite humorous to see him strutting along with his toy. Every so often he would step wrong, or be caught by a cross breeze. The boy was so scrawny and weak bodied, that he nearly fell over each time. It always turned into this sort of dance; where he would lose his balance and then fight to reclaim it. Yet on he went. Unabated. Till he finally came to what must have been his desired destination. Though...honestly, it would be hard to read into that. See, Mika was about to enter a bar. It was not so common a place either. On the outside of the building, decorating the walls and boarded windows, was all sorts of graffiti. It all seemed intentional, as there was an overwhelming theme. Peaches. Freaking...everywhere.

There were depictions of peach trees growing and blossoming. Of traditional peasantry and samurai, detailed with emblems of peaches. Various styles were placed by various artists, all showcasing some sort of significance of the peach. Seeing this might be a surprise for most. Only those who journey down the back alleys and cruise the evening streets would know of this place. The Peach Pit A not so casual bar, for a not so common crowd. Watching Mika from a distance would reveal him giving pause at this building. Taking it in for several seconds before giving out a laugh, a rather loud and obnoxious one. Something greatly amused him. Just what was it? "Ah-haah-ah-hah...'a seedy place'. Ahahaha!" The way he spoke, it was though he were quoting someone else. There was an attempt to mimic their voice and speech. Whoever the person was, they sounded like the one who gave him directions. They also sounded like a really punny sort of sh*t. Either way. Mika had found what he was looking for, and now he was heading in!

Assuming no one bars his entry..."

The Peach Pit was in a heavy swing of business. As Mika headed into the bar, someone exiting was kind enough to hold the door. They got no thank you, nor a nod...or any eye contact whatsoever. While the door was held to; music and a haze of red light poured from inside the den of liquor. The music was strong, and it thu!ped with heavy cords. Even with only a fraction of the vibrations escaping, anyone could tell this was a club for serious rockers. The first song of the night just so happened to have a very metal vibe. Needless to say it was loud inside the establishment, and possibly quite crowded. Having disappeared inside of the bar, there were only a couple of options to any...would be stalkers. Either they follow the oddity into the club, OR they capitalize on a transom light over one of the boarded windows. Though, in this nation it would probably be a ranma? Iunno. Opening above a blocked window, allowing in smaller amounts of light; while also being perfect for a peephole!

Going into the club wouldn't prove difficult. There was no bouncer. Japan was pretty lax when allowing anyone to wander indoors. It might be difficult for twelve year olds to buy booze, but no one would care about them getting in. As for the environment one would find if they entered, it was quite typical. This was a low end bar. That meant paint worn, concrete floors. Similar paint erosion on the wooden walls. Posters and more graffiti covering up the chipping paint. Streams of colored christmas lights dangling from the ceiling. Few actual lamps other than neon signs. And a decent layer of smoke clinging to the top of the room. After all, Japan is a smoking country. As far as places to loiter go; there was a scattering of high tables, without chairs. Perfect for standing and leaning. Great space savers too. A long bar, complete with many a stool. With the entire arrangement being tightly packed around a small stage.

Upon which...there lay an assortment of instruments and amps. Currently, not in use. Ah, but what sort of community filled this magnificent hall of grunge and rebellion? Actually, those were probably the best words to describe them. Most of the parties in this pub were your typical rebels. Lots of torn jeans, leather jackets...mohawks, piercings, tattoos, cigarette stained teeth, liquor red eyes, and overwhelming lack of respect for authority. For someone dressed as oddly as Mika, it was a forest to hide a tree. A forest of barbed wire bushes and nail leaves(Subtext: F*cken Metal). Regardless of entering or spying from the pseudo-skylight; the Fullbringer would see all of this scene...and the events that unfold.

So. Why did the one armed dork walk into a metal club, wielding a giant teddy bear? If your answer was, "to mack on a uninterested crush", you'd feel pretty freaking good about yourself right now. No sooner had he entered the place, did Mika stick out. Teddy bears do that, yo. The crowd that gathered inside was already well into their nightly revelry. They were partying hard, and loving it. Some felt better standing at tables. Other sitting at bars. Some had even gotten into the swing of danc...head banging. All of these sods would be interrupted at some point or another, by the cumbersome passage of that giant bear. Though Mika was a bit short, and hard to see in the crowd; teddy was not. The fluffy stuffed animal waded through the metalheads and pushed its way to the bar.

Inside the club or not, there would be no way to tell for sure if Mika gave the bear its own stool. Money would best be spent on yes, but still, no certainty. In time the bartenders would no longer be able to ignore the ursine menace, and one would approach. She would be seen talking with someone, presumably Mika, and mixing her words with laughter and awkwardness. Hah, she's paid enough to be charming, but not enough for this. In time, the crowd would clear. Any *cough*spectators*cough* would now clearly see Mika discussing with her. While they talked, the young man motioned to the bear. After a few moments, he reached towards the back of the stuffed mammal, and grabbed for a zipper. Mmm...what's this? Sliding it down; Mika opened up the cotton filled creature, and reached inside. Interesting. The bartender didn't seem to sure of what was happening, but still apart of the conversation. Shame that the music in this place would be too loud to overhear just what that conversation was.

Fortunately...sound does nothing to block the eyes. From the bear, Mika pulled a small plastic container. It seemed more foreign than tupperware. Inside of it laid a pile of capsules. Pills. They looked quite strange;however, and seemed to glow with the faintest hints of light. What the...what? With a sudden shift in her expression, the barkeep quickly turned angry. She seemed to yell at Mika, and grabbed for the container. Quickly speaking something, both her and Mika glanced around the bar. This is when Jill would find that they looked straight at her; whenever she chose to watch from. As luck would have it, they would not notice her. For whatever reason. Instead, the barmaid would grab up the container and head away from the bar itself. Probably going somewhere in the back? Didn't matter. Not right now. What did matter was Mika...who was now, totally alone.

Well...alone in a crowd club of drunken headbangers. But still...totally alone.

['Stalker']

Prime watched from the skies this unusual individual. She took every note for the way he acts and it was already strange enough in general for him to carry around that giant bear. She jumps from rooftop to rooftop observing the soul, curious on this individual. She slowly makes decreases her footsteps as he begins to call out weird stuff. What the fuck is he referring to? Is he going somewhere important? Her eyes trace him and feels the need to engage him soon in questions. Finally, she finds out where he's been wanting to go.

She looks at him as he gets excited. She looks over and finds the building he seeks, The Peach Pit. Whatever the fuck this place was... She took note that he was entering and it clear to jump down. So, without hesitation she does a handstand on the ledge of a five story building and drops off, allowing bringer light to slowly slow her momentum down. She hits the dark ally, her body's armor flowing a red light across her suit's armor. The renegade individual slowly makes her way out of the ally. Clap, Clap, Clap, annnnd~ Clap. The metal heels connected to her boots made these loud claps against the pavement as if she was a predator. She showed no mercy to anyone who'd try to jump her. Luckily, she was safe.

She'd walk over to the door of the building when a bunch of punk people walked. They gave her a dirty look and she simply budged into them to signal the body language of a threat to them. Her body suit was unique looking compared to everyone in the bar and she'd slowly cut through the dancers, looking for the soul that wondered in here with the teddy bear. With much satisfaction, she finds her target. She'd slowly make her way to the bar table he sits on but several and I mean several stools away to avoid attraction. The lights on her body's armor flowed across her body as she tapped the table for service.

Within a few seconds, a bartender walks up and leans on the table. He gives a face that meant business for his customers and he'd quickly speak, "What can I get for you, sci-fi gal'," he said in a sarcastic tone. She'd slowly look up at him and give him a serious look, "Give me the finest blue raspberry vodka you have. Don't talk shit towards me again either or you won't be getting a fucking tip," and this caused the man's eyes to widen. Clearly, he wasn't aware she was going to tip him. He'd nod quickly and bow, "Please, forgive me. One blue raspberry vodka coming up, you want a whole glass or shots," he'd ask respectfully. She'd smirk at him, "Give me a whole glass," and he'd be off to prepare her drink.  

Now to her objective. She peers over to the strange soul and watches him closely. She needs to prepare herself in case anything goes wrong and it was already enough that they weren't very far from each other. She'd look up and notice the bear was next to him. Very, very strange. She keeps mental notes and it was becoming more close. He'd slowly unzip the bear from the back and Prime's eyes would go very wide. She looks over and notices the drink she ordered was right next to her. Haha, she was too focused to realize what was happening. She slowly took her drink in her hand and sipped the sweet and strong drink.

Mmmmm... Tastes like the emotions of a man who appears very masculine that she's always wanted. A strong, a sweet, and sexy man. She'd slowly look back over and notice the content was not normal. The woman looked angry and her expressions were priceless. She sipped her drink once more and quickly notice they were looking around. With a fast reaction, she goes into character. She quickly uses bringer light under her boots and with a quick reaction, she was able to turn her body around and face ahead of her. She was staring at the assortment of drinks and took note on how he may be suspicious.  Surprisingly, he didn't notice.

She slowly shifted her neck over and continued to watch him. The bartender that served him walks off on him. She noticed she carried the container with her and she'd sip her vodka, watching her pass by. Her eyes trailed her going into the back. Now, she'd look over and see the individual all alone. It was time to react. She'd grab her vodka glass and slowly chug the rest down. Better not put the vodka to waste, after all... It was sweet. She'd flip a coin into the glass she pulled out of her armor's metal breast area (Has a pocket!) and slowly stood up. The vodka wasn't much on her when she had her Fullbring on but she slowly walked over to the man and got behind him. Things were now going to engage.

She'd quickly put a hand on his shoulder, "Saaaay... Nice bear you got there buddy... Mind if I sit here?" she'd ask and stare at him with her green grassy eyes. Mika could tell she was awfully different from regular people. Her body suit looked like something from a sci-fi (Red lights instead of blue) and it was no cosplay suit. It looked real with the materials it was made of. She'd stare at him like a predator watching her future food. She'd smirk at him and even with a 'no' or even a 'yes', she'd sit right next to him, opposite of the bear. She'd slowly make her way to the stool and adjust herself there, the lights on her armor continuing to flow across her body like lights.

She'd look into him and begin the convorsation, "So, what's with the bear there buddy? Clearly, you've got something going on there carrying that bear all around the town earlier," she'd outspokenly says. This will instantly hint Mika that he was followed. She wasn't normal for a human he could think. She'd go from a smirk to a causal and calm face, "What's your business here, 'man'," she'd ask him in a soft British accent. Her grassy eyes studied his face. She analyzed him closely to make sure he wasn't pulling anything off. It was fast act to approach him here but she wasn't afraid to commit such fast actions. Mika could smell the scent of pure vodka in her breathe but honestly she was not a drunk lady. She appeared sober and functional. Mika could make a friend out of this individual if he chooses his words carefully towards her. Prime was known to be a bitch at first but after knowing her... she may be a great friend to have on your side when in trouble.

['Stalker']

((OOC: I've requested a grade early for me because I need the points!))

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

160 TP to both participants

[MrDoctorDo]

(OoC: Sorry for the delays! Valentines weekend had me wute preoccupied!)

Mika, for one, did not hear the conversations of other people. Despite his large ears and their supposed, exceptional reception. In a place like this; the noises of music and people trying to talk over that music, made it impossible to discern anything. There was some science behind it. Facts about the overlapping wavelengths working to disrupt and distort one another. Most people just called it "f*cken loud". This was the kind of bar where the music vibrates inside the body and stirs sensations from the skin, to the tissue, to the bone. So, as far as chatter between the clubs newest display enthusiast and one of the other barkeeps was concerned...Mika was purely clueless.

What he instead focused on was the noren covering up the rear doorway. Something quite valuable of his had been taken into the back, against his expectations. Now he was sitting here, wondering, what would become of his dealings? Was he simply waiting to receive his pay? Or was he unknowingly lingering in what would be his grave. There was no real way to know how things would go. Such is the mystery and delight of new experiences. At least the young man could smile from ear to ear, feeling the rush that comes from uncertainty. It might have been an overall pleasure for him...had the social responsibilities of being in public not caught up with him. While sitting there, minding his own business; someone felt it pertinent to interrupt his thoughts. To invade his self erected solitude, and crash his private party.

The sound of her voice was rather unpleasant, and definitely surprising. I mean...to make sure she heard him over the crowd and the jams, she had to really yell. Or worse...get close to him. *shudder* The very thought of her breath tickling his ear. Making his skin wet with the expulsion of her deoxygenated gasses. Such a sensation was the sort of thing to make Mika's stomach writhe inside of of his throat. Either way. What is done, was done. This rather forward human had come to rest by his side. Engaging him with her words. Distracting him from his original purpose. All to ask if she could occupy an unoccupied seat. In a open bar. Where there were no laws against sitting. Where it was even encouraged by social standards and interior design...that she take a seat. "What business is it if mine if you sit or not?" Mika blurted with a caustic shortness. Then proceeded with a condescending, "As I far as I can tell, you are supposed to sit. So do so."

Mika's voice was a bit high pitched. It really fit his scrawny, young look. Certainly he carried none of the bass that your average man had in his tone. What really punctuated the sound of his speech, was the directness. Everything he said came without implication or suggestion. They were either clear statements of truth, or clear questions about the unknown. Example. When the young woman went to inquire about his bear, a subject he was not interested in detailing; Mika answered with blunt certitude. "Its no business of yours." She could be mad if she wanted, but Mika had made no direct insult to her. To be fair...this matter was quite private. Moreover, it seemed very clearly to be a personal matter. After all, weren't teddy bears frequent gifts between romantic partners? That is what Mika had been lead to believe by the media of the living world. Had...had he been lied to?

"If it were, you would already know about it." Though he spoke to where she could hear, meaning most everyone around them could; Mika never took his. Eyes off the back doorway. That was, of course, only until she mentioned something must unexpected. Mika's head spun like an owl's when it became clear he had been seen in the street with the bear. Not only seen, but possibly followed. Oh how his face turned paler, and his eyes widened. Pupils narrowed to pinpoints, and leg shook. Though he seemed very involved with her presence now; his facial expression seemed less affected. After all, he still had the same bucktoothed smirk that he'd been wearing all evening. "Aah. So I have been followe...what is that you are wearing?" Having turned to face her, Mika got his first real chance to evaluate his antagonist. For the first time he was actually looking at her. What he saw was something far out of place in the mortal world.

Actually, it was far out of place in the spiritual world, as well. The daggers he was staring before, now dilating into broad orbs. Taking in everything was a sensory delight. The lights and materials of her outfit all grabbed his attention. Why were the lights present? Did the signify some sort of purpose or function? Were they powered by an internal battery? Was it as commonplace as dry, chemical charges? Was it something more innovative such as solar cells? Perhaps something sexy and dangerous, like nuclear fission...or fusion! No. Wait. What if she were one of those peculiar characters that Uzaki Enterprises was trying to herd. Was she one of those Fullbringer sheep that flocked to the tower? Could that mean she possessed spiritual affinities? Could the lights of her suit be spiritually propagated?!

Several. Several seconds had gone by without a word from Mika. The wide eyed boy was too busy ogling her uniform, and trying to breakdown the mechanics which facilitated its functionally. By now he was imagine internal wiring and energy transponders. Figuring how best it might absorb energy from her anatomy; while also distributing it evenly across the entire body of the suit. With all the excitement she had caused in his imagination; Mika had completely forgotten the reason for his earlier vigil. It was at that point that a large, intimidating arm came reaching for the dork. In seconds he was hoisted up off his stool, and onto his feet. The culprit behind the eviction? One of the bouncers from the front door. A serious looking fellow who didn't seem to excited, or even happy to be doing what he was doing.

"Come on kid, date's over." No sooner had the fellow said that, did he start whisking Mika away to the door. The smaller soul tried to reject the bouncer's claim...and grip, but both efforts failed. "No no, wait! I have to ask her about the lights! What are the conductive nodes made of?!" With Mika being carted off by the first; the second bouncer was left to fetch the giant bear. With a glance at the lady in steel, he laughed and gave a wink. Hot was hit, even in an outfit as ridiculous as hers. Taking the bear from its seat, he followed after the others. It seemed like Mika was getting tossed early from the club tonight. Not that he wasn't making a fit about it. Fighting and yelling at the brute to let him go. Give him his bear. Let him talk to Fukui!

['Stalker']

(OOC: I hope you don't mind the actions being done here... This is for cinematic purposes If you want it changed please PC me! I just want this to be interesting!)

It seemed she startled the man quite easily. Ohhhhh~! The pleasure on inflicting fear into her prey. So amusing to her entertainment.. Her eyes widen at his question of what she was wearing. He was an odd individual but she simply grinned and spoke. "This is my fullbring. It is a suit from some anonymous sci-fi I could imagine. It fits on my skin as if it was another layer on my skin. The armor on my body was made of a strange metal that I'm not even aware of. It's quit-" suddenly she sensed someone behind her. A security person?

She turned around and looked up at the tall figure. He quickly grabbed the smaller man and saw him pull him right out of the seat. Damn! She's gonna lose him! She looked at the bear and noticed the other guard winking at her and such. Yuck... A huge turn off! She watched as the guard took his bear and slowly followed behind him very quietly with her blades slowly coming out. The people around her jump up in shock. Suddenly, and instantly she disappears from sight with small little light particles left behind that were purple. She was so fast! The bear was instantly gone out of hands. She reappeared in front of Mika and the guard with a smirk and the large shadow energy blade drawing a fearsome color of black with a white outline like a lightsaber. She quickly slashes the guard's wrist to force him to let go. 

She held the bear in one hand and retracted her blades. She quickly grabbed Mika and pulled his wrist. "Don't bother escaping, follow me if you truly want to escape the troubles and if you try anything I'll cut you," she said giving him a stare that was scary like a demon from ancient Japanese myths. She quickly pulled the dork and slammed her body against the door to open wide. She pulled him through like the weakling he was, though she was as strong as your average human. She had no intents on harming him but she was simply curious of him by the fact he was carrying something glowing in the bear. She quickly reached an alley and stopped, looking behind her to probably see the person exhausted with keeping up with her speed. She was fast but the man was probably a lot slower.

She slowly released his wrist, her soft hand not mattering much longer and tossed him the bear. "Look here, I don't know what you're carrying in that 'bear' but I saw something of great concern that could cause a potential threat to Karakura town or even the world. My name is 'Prime' and I'm an employee of an organization, pledging to protect Karakura and the surrounding areas. I don't mean to harm you, but if it comes down to it, I will. Now, I will ask nicely and ask what's in your possession? Does it have anything hazardous to the world I live in?" she'd tell the man in a long briefing message to him. She gave him a serious glare but it wasn't to scare him.

She gave him a glare that showed she was doing her duty. She clearly saw something escape the bear's insides and it was clear she needed to investigate this only to protect others around her from harm. She crossed her arms and hatched an idea to satisfy him, "Here's a deal, if you want answers on my suit or want to examine it without damaging it, I will gladly allow you to do so. However, in exchange I want info on what you're doing so I know you're not causing a threat to the innocent around here. I think this is a fair deal, right?" she says in her smooth British accent. She was having an honest tone and it was clear she was allowing him access to her body's suit if he cooperated with her. Will Mika accept this offer or walk away from it?

[MrDoctorDo]

Being carted by a bouncer was not that new of an experience. Mika got bullied a lot in the Academy; so this treatment was more nostalgic than troubling. What was troubling, was the sudden knife-fight-party antics that saw him freed from the large man's grasp. Feeling the resistance on his arm go limp; Mika was admittedly surprised to see the lightsaber wound that allowed it. With only a wide eyed stare to follow the sudden violence. By the time his mind processed that the man had be cut by a their party, he was being presented a choice. Not a real choice...but the makings of one. An offer from his new female friend, that he couldn't refuse.

She got her answer though. Compliance. After all, what wonderful options he had to choose from! Come with me or those dudes I attacked will kill you. Refuse to come with me and I'll kill you. Mika's thoughts screamed in ways his voice never got the chance to do. "Well! When you elaborate the possibilities so lethally; how could I hope to refuse you?" Oh goodness, but then they were off again! More travel. More pulling. More running failure. There was no way for him to keep up with her! No chance for him to overpower her. This was one ride he just had to enjoy. Honestly...he almost did. There were moments when the lights around him blurred into hypnotic sequences. The wind that whirled around his head stopped being a clamour, and became a chilling song.

The sensual stimulation of such unnatural speed provided quite a rush! One that just might carry over into her next line of questioning. No one should have to flee for their lives in civilized society. "S-Stop! I'm gonna...gonna!" Travelling as fast as this most capable young woman was intending...was something that Mika never did. Speed was not his style. Neither were running, effort, or exertion. None of those things had practical applications in a modern life. "T...To late!" The moment they came to a rest, Mika let out an awful racket. As his captor flipped him about, whipping him into an abandoned alleyway; Mika's lunch went flying at the wall ahead of him. It even gave a nice splatter as the various, undigested components scattered far across the brick. With the moment she paused to issue her initial warning, all he could manage was a nod. His face caught in a post-hurl shock. There was even a bit of drool leaking from his lip.

Having finally been given his wrist back; Mika vigorously shook the limb. Several times it felt like his joints might dislocated. Thankfully none of his pains were the result of true injuries. Except that motion sickness. That was legit. Something Mika was quick to address. "So. Was all of that really necessary?" Flexing his fingers to make sure he hadn't lost any motor control. Glancing her way, Mika flashed her back and equally dutiful look. Inside of his gray eyes, the lights of several neons played and danced. A rather lively enhancement to his otherwise dissatisfied glare. "I might never be able to return there again." Giving her a small frown, it was clear he was quite put out. There had been something important going on. For him at least. Now it was ruined. Worse still, future shenanigans were probably off the table!

It was going to take a lot to recover from these setbacks. Then she mentioned the bear. Going further, she revealed that she had witnessed much more than he expected anyone might have. Yet worse still, she worked for some sort of group that monitored for such stran..."Uzaki Enterprises. You said you were a Fullbringer, yes?" Mika's eyes giving her another analytical once over. "Given the proximity to the tower, and the distinct lack of mortal wounds on me...you must work for them. Your rational hesitation is a sort of...calling card." Looking around him, he quickly spotted the bear that she had chucked. PSH, like he could catch sh*t that was thrown at him. This lady was Grade A at displaying peoples shortcomings. Something that must be incalculably useful for most of her work.

"Of course..." Hoisting the bear up in his hand, its fur being quite dirty and matted. The bottom dripped profusely, feeding back into the puddle that Mika plucked it from. "As if carrying its unsaturated weight wasn't already a feat." Moving away from her for just a step or two, the scientist took a seat on a nearby trashcan. After tipping it over, of course. There he sat, bathed in lights from the street beyond. Examining his wet teddy, and pondering how best to respond to her initial demands. "So. You want to trade knowledge for knowledge?" Turning his head towards her, his eyes went dark now that they were cut off from the neon. Their small size made it easy for shadows to completely encase them. The same could not be said for his pronounced nose. Or his large ears. Or his outrageous haircut. Come to think of it, this was her first chance to really look at him. A chance when the bear and bar goers did not impede her vision.

Without distractions, Mika was quite an odd sight to take in. Sure there was the missing arm. That always gets people first. Usually takes the longest feature to become accustomed with as well. Aside from the absence of flesh, there were also several less than handsome additions. Slightly bucked teeth. With the slightest overbite, it meant most of his smiles and frowns showed the top row of his chompers. Rounded ears, that stuck out a bit more than was attractive. The small, paranoid eyes. A defined nose that seemed a bit large when it caught the right light. Then there was his hair!

Shaved around his ears and down by his neck, yet rolled over in the front. A pompadour like the one made famous by Elvis himself! As if that weren't enough, he had that sort of pasty skin only shut ins can keep. This last factor was one that only pertained to his Gigai...but that truth would have to be discovered later. "I have to say. You sure do know how to drain the glamour from a deal." With a sigh, he reached into the bear's back. Inside there was a smaller container of those strange pills. Just like before, they emitted a faint blue glow. Hardly enough to be considered a light, but enough to notice. Then he held it out for her to take, assuming it was her desire to examine them more closely.

"As you have already revealed, you are a Fullbringer. Meaning that your armor is not quite the engineering masterpiece I had once assumed." Eyes still staring at her. Noticeably lacking the need to blink. "That is fine...a Fullbring can still offer many insights." Once his hand was free again, he would reach back to his lips. Wiping the dribble that had gathered there before. "You not knowing much about it is not unsurprising. Also...it could be quite a lot of fun determining how it functions." With a small groan, and a roll of his eyes, "Neither of these suitable trade for my secrets, but...I suppose I should be eager to educate anyone I can on the marvels of proper pharmacology. So, fine...I'll explain."

Pointing out towards this..."Prime" character; Mika motioned towards the pills she held. With a slow, but satisfied grin growing on his face; the scientist explained the beauty of his genius crafting. "That is the first production of the world's first, Hollow Vaccine." Turning towards her, propping himself up on the teddy. "It is a sort of spiritual steroid; triggering when a person dies. It prevents corrupt, or otherwise unstable souls from turning. Effectively killing any chance of a Hollow, long before it gets any real power." By this point, Mika was giddy with himself. "It is designed to be good for a year or so...then the body will naturally process it out."

Looking back to the bear, thinking of the bar from before, "It needs testing. The best candidates are individuals who live dangerous, unfulfilled lives. Populations with high mortality and depression rates. The sort of people you can find in a bar like that one before." Grinning with a bit of superiority, "The only problem was making sure they would get distributed. Its hard to make those sorts take their vitamins...yet they will scarf down amphetamines like they are candy." Almost as if trying to stomach the laugh, Mika gave a few happy chuckles before going silent.

['Stalker']

She listened on and on as he spoke. She smirked as he figured it out but she kept her cool, "Good job, you've discovered an agent under Uzaki Enterprise. Here to keep innocents safe from hollows." He wasn't interested in her as she hoped but that was fine. The matter was he speaks about the stuff within that bear he had. That same giant bear that was ruined slightly because of her. She crosses her arms as she listens to the strange man begin to speak of his strange drug. As he explained it, it was becoming clear...

Her eyes widen as she listened to his horrific plans to experiment humans who are low in life. Sure these were a bunch of fucking retards in society but they still are apart of humanity. She lets the blades slowly come out and as soon as he finishes, her anger fuels up and bringer lights right before him. She gets right in front of him and grabs his chest's shirt. She tries to push him against the bear he leaned on and draw the blade rather close his face then his throat. Her eyes were predator-like, ready to strike into her prey. "Look here... Just because those people are fucking retards doesn't mean you can experiment on them like that! What the hell is wrong with you? You treat them as if they're lab rats when in reality they're as human as I AM!" she says before something rather strange happens.

The shadow blades begin to emit a quite powerful smell he can sense with his nose. It emits a rather 'chemical' smell that smells of cleaning products being blended in together. The blade was slowly oozing black liquid out of it as if it was venom. Clearly, it was new because Jill's eyes widen as she watches this odd occurrence happen. The liquid slowly drips on the floor and vanishes like little shadows fading. She looks back up, obviously not caring right now, "I don't even think Uzaki Enterprise approves of these experiments! You could endanger more humans into having unusual powers with this drug if it does turn out wrong!" she says.

Her grip gets tighter and tighter but she knows being a killer of someone such as him would probably cause problems. She's slowly bring it near his throat, "Do not bother escaping me, now I want more explained to me. You clearly know U.E. so I want answers. This isn't even a friendly talk anymore like I'd hope. Now, it's gone to the point where I have to find out the truth." she says before quickly retracting the blades into her metal arm guards and releases him. She backs off of him, probably scaring him badly. Her face shows him a rather disgusted look like she actually had positive thoughts go negative.

She keeps a fair distance from him, crossing her arms once more. "Your drug... It sounds rather positive but that's not how I see it, mad scientist. You clearly are messing with the wrong stuff once more. First, the Shinigami created mods souls to fight with them... Now they're nearly all dead because they were targeted into a hunt... The bounts were like a mistake like us but yet the Shinigami experiments with the poor souls. Now, you experiment with my kin. My mankind, our mankind. Do you simply wish to start another failed experiment? An experiment that could go horribly wrong in OUR world? I still question who you are... From what I can gather, there's only one type of people who can easily do this. Are you a damned Shinigami?" she says and the hate worsens. She clearly is going to get more worse if Mika doesn't act fast and somehow save himself. Prime seemed passive with her body language but sure enough if the scientist didn't cover his tail, he could get cut into pieces. She was cat pressing her paws on the mouse's tail to avoid escape. She had him locked for sure, at least she thinks so.

[MrDoctorDo]

So this is what it had come to? The sudden closeness of the human, especially the touching, had been unwanted. The blade she drew from the nethers of her suit..the real surprise. A knife at his throat, rather than his back? Mika had not seen that one coming. To be fair, he had an idea this human was violent. Sh*t, he had evidence of it! Somewhere, some guy was needing most of his wrist sewn back together. All because he was carrying Mika a bit too securely.

Now with just a few, honest words...the same blade was coming to his throat. How worrisome! For Mika, it was even more alarming...because he felt it unmerited. Whatever he had said or done to trigger such a response, had done so against his recognition. This was just a fact about his mentality. A fact the even impacted the words and way he spoke. Something her growing aggression was shedding a slow, poorly power light upon. "You're the one who drew the blades...and the one calling me names." Eyes giving a glance, and smile lessening.

"You were the one who changed the tone." Reaching away, hoping to find the support of the wall. Anything to keep from falling back. An unamused blink greeting the final inquiry. "Why do you keep saying such...interesting things?" The boys head was tilting soft toy. Every one of his breathes quite shallow and nervous. It was clear he kept his neck tight, trying to hold the flesh away from the blade. A feat that required his eyes to trail down when he spoke. Nerves requiring he watch the blades position for change. "What you said, about those humans." Though there was a shakiness in his words; Mika did not lose his intrigued zeal. "Do you...still think you are human?" Jaw slacked in a confused expression.

"Even after developing such powerful mutations. You think you are the same as those people?" Think to himself for a moment, "That is interesting." Looking down to his shirt now, he used his freed arm to pat it down. Hoping like anyone would, to at least look neat and clean. "Oh...and of course I am a Shinigami. Did you actually have doubts about that? Yes he looked and dressed human...but come now, he knew about Hollows. Most of his speech till now was quite focused on spiritual affairs, or so he thought. To him it was baffling that she would not know. Perhaps she considered him another Fullbringer, like herself. Now that alibi would make sense. Albeit, unlikely. Fullbringers aren’t usually the types to try and help mankind. Compared to the typical Fullbringer...Mika’s actions were bordering on the selfless.

"Regardless of what you thought I am...it is also interesting that you would think I am looking for lab rats." Mika said with a slight chuckle. "It sounds as if you are aware of the developmental process...for medicine I mean." Yes it was a common phrase for experimentation in the human world, but it was also a phrase rooted in medicine and biology. The choice to mention such a particular euphemism, tickled Mika's particular fancy. "If you know as much about the process...then explaining my progression should be simple." Gray eyes locked onto her own. Overbite reflecting neon from the street, smile shining with excitement. Explaining his work was honestly as fun as completing it. Knowing she might just be able to keep up with him if he described his labors so far, filled him with a bit of giddiness. Though Mika was more than likely getting a bit ahead of himself.

"My work is past the usefulness of rats. I have already examined the symptoms that murinae experience. Took my time documenting and analyzing them. Like any professional would." Now Mika was recounting history. Even going so far as sharing procedures. "The side effects have been in manageable margins for days now. It was time to move on to an experimental group." Looking to the pills still in her hand, "It is time to see if the intended effects are going to show up in humans." Mika paused, wondering if his next point was one that truly needed utterance, "You doubt me." suddenly, his eyes widened. Seemingly a revelation. More likely a flare of irritation. Either way, the result were pupils glimmering with new life.

”While it is apparent you have become quite informed; you only have the history lessons. Your boss told you all of this, yes? Surely UE has been compiling records for some time now.” Mika’s lips curled downward; back into a small frown. ”Between your competition and their knowledge, and the remnants of those projects still lingering in this world...yes, it makes sense you would know as much.” Once more his eyes returned to their half lidded, less amused fashion. The fear beginning to drain from him. ”You are basing your prejudices of me, on the errors of the past. How barbaric.” Giving a bit of a groan, ”Since you are so fond of your mankind...maybe I can illuminate your folly?” Raising a questioning brow. Looking out to the busy street just beyond their private alley. All those peoples...walking about in their own little worlds.

”Your method of assigning concern, or guilt...would be the same as me fearing that your suit will one day annihilate this city. That you will miscalculate its operation...and the resulting malfunction would end all the lives within five kilometers.” Honestly, it sounded like absurdity. Such was the point. Mika spoke like fools spouting baseless facts. Every bit of his speech the same exaggerated approach used by broadcast politicians and theologians.

”It is clear your suit operates with some modicum of power. It is clear to me it is spiritual in nature, but power all the same. I also know that a team of your kind once developed an extremely destructive power source. One they weaponized for the purpose of leveling cities, in this very country. Now. Even though the power your suit creates...and the bomb they manufactured, share nothing in common...I can assume you will create the same weapon. How could you not? Your predecessors did. They worked with a power source, your suit uses a power source, and all of you are...human.”

By now she should clue in that he was mocking her accusation. With good reason; though she might not be humble enough to notice such. See, his work might have a fundamental similarity with projects of the past. Something small that they shared. However, similarities do not mean connections. The efforts he was making did not share any of the goals or purposes of the Mod Souls Initiative, or the Bount Program. Mika was not trying to make weapons. Mika wasn’t even trying to produce artificial life. This Prime person was trying to claim that he posed a threat. That he would end up fostering the same sort of catastrophe of weapon makers of the past. How? That wasn’t the focus of his work. Mika was a medical researcher...and a professional. Sure, the Fullbringer did not know him well to understand these facts, but now he would educate her. It would be up to her to see through the outrageous qualities of her claims.

”I am seeking to only reinforce human spirits with a supplement. A vitamin that will provide them with the protection they need...to not spend lifetimes as a cancerous monsters. Monsters that will attack and devour more humans. Monsters that will require more and more Shinigami to patrol the mortal realm. Beasts that endanger lives, drain resources, and create unwanted interactions between my kind and your precious human race.” with every new syllable...there was an additional ounce of passion. ’It is senseless, for a doctor, to fight a disease. Instead I seek to cure it. Just like the eradicated plagues of your world.” It was clear Mika wanted this to come about. The intensity of his eyes and steadiness of his voice, both evidence enough of that. Mika seemed...practically sentimental. ”You condemn me as endangering a handful, but ignore the billions…” Not millions. Billions. ”...that I would save.”

Pushing himself up; Mika straightened himself out. ”You say I will fail like others before. Yet, you don’t have the knowledge to review me as a peer.” By now he was grinning again. A toothy smile that came with the proclamation of facts. ”If I were you...I wouldn’t feel bad about doing your job. Stopping me, threatening me. Nor would I feel bad about not being my peer. I could count the number of souls able to question me on my fingers.” Holding up his one arm, giving each of the five digits a wiggle. With a small snicker his attitude took another shift. One of joviality. ”Besides, you still have the power to end it all. Without need of evidence.” glancing her suit up and down once more, keeping his cheeky smile. ”Prove your argument with my death, I mean. If I die, it makes you the smart one. If I am not around, then you don’t need to challenge my work with superior data. The work of a soldier is much easier...than that of a scientist.”

Rather than wait to see what her response might be, Mika suddenly glanced to the bear. For a moment his mind was elsewhere. Deep in deliberation. Only to snap back as quickly as it left, ”Wait. Wait-wait-wait. Fukui still has my supplies.” Looking back to the soggy bear, then to the Fullbringer. ”We left too quickly. I didn’t get the chance to get them back.” With a growing look of panic on his face; Mika’s motioned towards the alley’s exit. ”We need to go back. We need to retrieve the pills from them.” Having completely forgotten about her earlier warning; Mika started to walk. ”If you concerned with dangerous things happening in your boss’ territory; then your first priority should be unqualified deals trying to sell my drugs.” Grabbing up the heavy bear, trying to sling it over his hunched back like Igor, ”Misinformation and profits could lead to overdoses. Or worse...they could sell my compound to someone with knowledge enough to replicate it!”

['Stalker']

Shocking information was being gathered from the man. However, let's get in order. As she brought the blade she listened and spoke, "Yes, I do consider myself human. I may be corrupted, tainted, and 'mutated' but that does not take my humanity away. Call me out if you wish, but these are living people with thoughts. I am an arbiter and I have taken an oath to my organization to protect these people form all harm. I'm sure that could include experiments." she explains to him, peering at him with disgust. She sighs and goes over to the wall across from them and listens to him speak.

He finally identifies himself as a Shinigami. That made her chuckle, "Knew it all ago. Only a shinigami would come up with this." and so she took note of this. She knew now that he must be carefully watched now. However, he starts to explain the purpose and all of all this. So, the pill was out of it's phase but YET he states he's now handing them out to humans? Sounds fishy because the fact that he said he's just starting spreading this out. Did he ever experiment with humans first? If not then he is experimenting but this time with the final stage. She shook her head slowly as he explained his science and all. Such a shame, because she finds this all wrong in every way. 

He then starts explaining some weird shit about her suit which she scratched off. He than accuses her of not understanding medical science. This was no medical science, it was work that would make the Shinigami lazier. However, this could backfire. From her knowledge, a lot of medicines that are considered a vaccine are usually filled with the same material from the virus or what-not to create an anti-virus. She knows this could backfire and could even cause trouble. She looks up at him, slowly bringing the blade out to taunt him, "You do not clearly understand science that well yourself than. Throughout history there's always a flaw in science. Science will not always solve everything Shinigami. What if your medicine backfires to some humans? Some humans may be allergic or could not handle these meds. Have you ever had a hypothesis or a theory of what could happen to some of your subjects? Wanna know what could happen from my theory? I'm sure in your pills there is some kind of anti-hollow material in them... Which is made of possibly hollow material."

She gets up and slowly walks over with the blade coming towards him, "What if that material in your pill, hollow or not could possibly fail? Those are my kin out there that you're handing them out to. Sure, I will admit that you are trying to help their souls but I worry for them if it fails. I do not doubt your knowledge but I do doubt your creation. I want this resolved with my leader before you proceed into doing this. This is an act of inhumanity. I will not stand by as something like this was occurring UNLESS whether proven good to my leader." she'd say and bring the blade quickly to his chest.

He mentions to her that he could finish him there but that's where the point gets right there. "As stated earlier, I am arbiter. I am a protector to these people. I certainly don't want hollows around anymore and I could murder you right here in cold blood and your research for nothing." she'd say as she slides the blade near his throat. This time it actually touches. The blade was cold and smooth, it was ready to enter. She'd slowly get towards him, probably halting him from stopping a moment, "However, I will not execute you. You may be helpful one day to humanity IF your medicine actually works. Consider this my token of trust. BUT! I want you to go to my leader with this before you do anything. Prove to him that this will work and that it won't cause anymore harm to any humans." she'd send the blade back into her arm, freeing his throat once more. This time it was official she had no grudges against him, rather just concerned for the people.

She slowly backed up and before he could speak she says something, "I once not cared shit for humanity. I had a depressing moment in life happen long ago when I was a little girl, but when I joined this organization... I saw a purpose in my power. Killing anyone or anything that threatens the human race. Shinigamis were one of the few to threaten my race. Now, I'm not totally hostile now but why would I say such a thing? You guide the lost souls to a safe haven yes, but look at your kin's mistakes. The bounts, the mod souls, everything I stated was all from your kin. I do not want that happening. No more souls need to suffer like us Fullbringers do. I love my power but I wish to use it to prevent any more souls from getting this curse. The day I die will mean the day I will carry on."

She finishes and sighs, letting him speak. He brings the fact up of his pills being left behind and that could cause issues. She slowly nods before stretching herself, "Alright, shinigami. We'll get your pills then I want you to not pass another pill out until my boss approves it. Do you understand me? It's enough I trust you with the pill but only if the boss approves. The arbiter will protect her people from conflict." she states as she slowly walks towards him and nods to him, "Lead on, shinigami."

[MrDoctorDo]

Never in his life had a walk been more dreadful. they were only going a block or two, and around a few corners. It was no great trek. Yet every step felt like hundreds. the way she crushed him beneath a mountain of dubious critique. By this point the critique was silent. Ominous. Mika was simply waiting for the final axe to fall. For some random mistake or choice he made to set her off. It was a terrible way to travel. The result of their slight falling out from before. Back in the alley. Where this up-and-coming Fullbringer thought it fitting to insult him incessantly. To what end he wasn’t quite sure. Considering how he looked in a mirror, it was certainly not an effort to break new ground.

Mika had been ridiculed for most of his life. Never for his intelligence, as this human sought to do...but for other reasons. Equally dubious ones. Yet tonight Mika found himself actually feeling the cut. It had been astonishing listening to her assertions. Things he had never been greeted with before. Topics that truly meant something to him. She questioned the quality of his intelligence. She challenged the efforts and results of his so-called “experiment”. It was hurtful, yes. More than anything it was infuriating. A fact he had not withheld from her. Trying to deliver back to his accuser, a succor of malice exceeding the one she poured onto him. Mika could not be sure of his triumph.

Understanding the feelings of others was a talent he lacked. Laughably so. Oh, but he wanted to be victorious. He wanted very badly to hurt her feelings and shame her . Even then, he would only be balancing the account. What was really going to stick it to this Jill character, was when he was right. When all the things she criticized about his methods proved to be their strengths. The whole affair was going to be so bewilderingly sweet. A real treat for his ego. The anticipation for it suddenly jumping within him. A skip appearing in his step. The fluffy bear on his back beginning to bounce, as he trotted off towards the Peach Pit. ”We should hurry. If either of us is right...we might not have much time.”

It seemed like they would spend all night together. Doing nothing, simply conversing. Well...not conversing. It would not be fair to consider a yelling match between two adults a conversation. Especially when one of the “adults” was doing most of the yelling, and the other was practically another species given the immensity of his intellectual advantage. It should have been sad, listening to the human spout of nonsense and preach her thoughts as facts. It was bad when she thought it important to share her personal morals with him. As if that had any validity in the debate. It became much, much, much worse when she dared to challenge Mika’s own understanding of science. The words sank into his mind like the venom they were meant to be...even though they spewed from her like an overabundance of bile.

Yes, that is what it seemed to him. An excess of idiocy manifest in a tumultuous regurgitation. Ooooooooh, how he was starting to hate the self righteous Fullbringer. Luckily, her deficient mind still used a reasonable amount of oxygen. She would pause between thoughts to recoup. In which time he prepared his scathing retort. it was hard to do so when she spoke...there was just too much anger. Eventually, satisfied with how well she had verbally degraded him, a moment came for his reply. ”First of all…” Lifting his one hand in a very pompous, now-see-here-you-naive-goiter manner, ”There is no reason to dispute terminology. Human. Fullbringer. Mutant. Victim. None of these titles really change the circumstances we’ve created. That said…”

Mika’s eyes darkened. Even the flesh that surrounded them seemed to be cast in a shadow. a result of his furrowing brow. ”I have spent lifetimes, by this world’s standards, exercising the scientific principles that dominate our universe. So in regards to “understanding”...I outweigh you in years, education, and application. You might not consider yourself a fool, but you cannot possibly challenge four hundred years of experience.” There was a bite to his words, and a seeping hatred laced into his tone. All of it hidden behind a marvelously wide grin.

”I have been at this long enough to know about risk. I have succeeded at these sorts of endeavors often enough to know that failures are solutions in their own way. How would I ever account for an allergic reaction...or establish a consistent dosage...if I never administered the drug. Note that I am not asking you a question. I don’t need you untrained input. I am rhetorically stating that you are wrong.” Tilting his shoulder back, and pushing forward with a jump. Mika tossed up the bear, and slid his one arm through a strap located on the toy’s back. Essentially turning the stuffed monstrosity into a travel pack.

”The only time failures are detrimental...is when they cannot be observed. When the man who caused them, a genius like me, cannot witness what went wrong. How it went wrong.” Already trying to squeeze pass her. ”Only when I am unable to observe a failure, am I incapable of resolving it. And right now…” Glancing back to her, then at the desolate alley that surrounded them. ”You have done wonders to pull me away from the results.” With a sigh that came utterly drenched in frustration and desperation. ”Those who suffer while I am away...will contribute nothing my research. As a result, they might die without helping to insure that no one else ever has to suffer the same as they did.” Turning away from her, he began to walk. ”The waste of their death...will be on your hands.”

The two unlikely friends arrived shortly thereafter, at the threshold of the Peach Pit. Hiding themselves, per Mika’s request, across the street. With Jill’s proven ability to scale tall buildings with nary a sweat, it seemed only logical to claim the vantage position. Given the corrosive words exchanged before, Mika found himself without a ride to the roof. ”FINE! I’ll use the STAIRS!”, he announced coldly. Watching her zip up the exterior walls with an ease that left him feeling quite emasculated. A feeling he worked hard to get out of his system on the long climb up. Grumbling the entirety of the way. All five flights of stairs.

Once on the roof, he found his partner already on lookout. Considering what he saw while ditching the teddy bear at street level, there shouldn’t be anything to see. Visitors to the bar coming and going. The occasional motorcycle rolling slowly through the thick crowd of people...some of which stopped at the Pit. It was here that their surveillance would begin. Mika had made mention on the way here, that they couldn’t just rush inside. If that happened...there would likely be a brawl. A fight; which even if Jill were capable of winning, would leave at least a few innocents injured. Not to mention that there would be no way to guarantee the safe retrieval of the drugs. Perhaps there were back doors or fire escapes in the rear of the building? Those with the drugs might escape when a ruckus starts.

”The person we are hoping to see...to apprehend, is Fukui. She owns this place. She is...something else.” Giving a glance to Jill, Mika turned his eyes back to the crowds moving in and out of the club. While watching them closely for any trace of the target, he filled the Fullbringer in the leading ladies appearance. What he thought it was at least...but he didn’t include the part about his doubts. From there time began to slow down again. The silence between them cultivating yet more feelings of paranoia. What made it worse was the fact that the silence kept being interrupted by the annoying humans voice! Not from jill herself, she remained silent and diligent. No...from within his own head.

All Mika could hear was her comments about her “leader”. At this point, Mika was unaware there was a Fullbringer leader. There were stories he had heard passed around the barracks sometimes, but those were stories. In them they depicted several different images of what Human Fullbringers might look like. What their most powerful might be capable of. Who their real leader might be. Given the attitude that Jill expressed throughout their time together...Miak could not accept that she was very close to the leader of all Fullbringers. She would be more polite, he figured. More tactful. So she must be lying about the leader, or at least overstating his importance.

About their mutual goals of protecting humans from mistreatment. Psh, like humans were really worth saving. Any more so than any other lifeforms that calls their shared cosmos home. That displaced affection towards one particular species, that had to be Jill’s worse trait. Second to her stubborn commitment to questioning the validity of his expertise. That topped his list. Still, it was annoying that she wanted to protect humans so much. Even the sad story that she shared with him in regards to her time of depression...why should he care how that changed her?

Everyone has moments like that. Everyone walks away from those moments different somehow. This girl really wasn’t as special as she thought herself. Not in Mika’s eyes. All he could keep thinking is, “how much she might improve if she focused only on herself”. Instead of worrying about humans all the time, or questioning others. The time and effort save might just be enough for her to master her own livelihood. To gain true power from the gifts she had been given. Now...how could he put that sort of resolve into a consumable drug?

While the two of them looked down upon the streets; there came a deep and rumbling noise. At first it sounded like the distant tremors of an earthquake. Soil shifting and buildings swaying. Yet their position didn’t show signs of disturbance. Nothing was moving. It was quite the perplexing experience. One that drew Mika’s focus and concern to the streets below. Down at ground level. Displayed clearly in the middle of the street. There lay a manhole cover, concealing an entrance to the sewers and utilities below. Even from the top of the building...Mika could see it trembling and shaking.

Rather than say anything, the scientist simply observed. How odd this occurrence was. What could be the cause...what was the force acting upon the metal plate? No sooner had he begun to work at the problem, did the building beneath them jostle. A might shiver that threw Mika from his feet without trouble. An eruption of energy so significant, that the surface of the roof became littered with cracks. Pressure having split the structure in multiple places. Leaving the building wounded and ventilated. By this point the researcher was concerned. Pupils shrinking as his senses flared to attention. Both eyes directed towards Jill…

...kuuRAAAAK! The entirety of the build began to collapse! The roof beneath them opened up like a sinkhole towards the middle. The many levels that waited below it were doing similar things. Inside the housing structure were numerous residents. Each of them slipping from the comforts of their home, into the opening maw of crumbling the crumbling floors. In seconds the entire building would be sink inwards. The front and rear faces of the build falling together and catching at their peaks. Forming an “A” like design as the side walls shattered and fell to pieces.

Inside everything feel towards the basement. That hidden area itself, fuming with a massive cloud of grey steam. Hot and wet, covering everything as it billowed into the air. For a moment the entire scene looked like a small-scale volcanic eruption. The smoke bursting out from the residential caldera. Jill more than capable of escaping to safety. Mika himself forced to fall the way of the living. Sliding downward into the bowels of the building. Meanwhile, the street was a cataclysm of screams and activity. People running. People watching. The Peach Pit seemed to empty as the neighbor structure came tumbling down. The culprit which caused this horrific scene?

A boiler. Far too large to service the building in which it was stored, rupturing with a thunderous explosion. The effect of such a mighty blast was the destruction of the dated walls that surrounded it. From there the rest was obvious. How dreadful a thing to happen. To truly undeserving people. At possibly the worst of times. Ah, but that is the price of business. The owner and servants of the Peach Pit should know. Having worked hard to purchase that massive boiler for the building next door. having improperly tampered with it afterwards...so that they might siphon of the excess energy.

A clever plan to secretly fuel their own basement, chemistry project. Their entire lab going unnoticed on the power grid when compared to the massive expenditure of the apartment complex. Shame they didn’t hire someone more skillful to construct and monitor the improvised system. Now it had cost the lives of countless tenants...whose bodies ended up sparing Mika’s Gigai from terrible injuries for itself. The scientist would live long enough to hear from Jill...about how this was somehow HIS fault. Hopefully she would give it a rest and try to help the survivors. Or better yet, grab Mika and pull him out before the cops arrived. Before the shootout began.

Even despite the ache in his body and head, and the shock to his eardrums...Mika could swear he already heard the sirens singing. ”Oh...oh dam*cough*...DAMN IT!” There before the half buried Shinigami. Glowing through the dark and the debris. Were tables and tables of eerily luminescent pills. Enough to ship internationally...strewn out across the wreckage of a former meth lab. It would seem they had someone capable of reproducing his work all along. Huh...maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to pass out a few, free samples the month before. ”I...will never...hear the end of this…” At that moment, for the first time in centuries...Mika considered suicide.

[Kazura Uzaki]

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