Men At Work (Joint Training, NDE, R for Radical)

[MrDoctorDo]

(OoC: This will be the first meeting of Kazura and Mika! Sweet Zombie Jebuz, let it not be the last. However what happens here could determine if the future is full of friends, fiananciers, or feces striking large, metal fans. Fingers crossed!)

Uzaki-san,

I intend to meet with you in person. I have researched what information I could of your work. A meeting would be most beneficial for us both. I cannot divulge information about myself. I will meet you at a neutral, public location. My incentives are tied exclusively with scientific advancement. I am not interest in your money or your life, nor do I pose a threat to either. Respond once you have decided to accept or deny my invitation. Regardless of the answer, there is warm tea waiting for you at Ameonna's.

-P

All throughout Karakura, Tokyo, and pretty much all of Japan’s centralized metropoli; skyscrapers are a common occurrence. Given their street level view, many of these monoliths lease out the bottom most floors to various food and retail chains. One such chain was that of the Ameonna’s Cafe. A modern rendition of cafe; which combines western coffee shop with traditional, Japanese tea ceremonies. It just so happens, that one of these businesses had opened in the Yukimura Complex. A quaint little rest for the stress riddled businessman.

An escape from the hyper-modernization that Japan had become so well known for. A rustic eyesore in the otherwise flawless chic of the typical Nihon shopping district. Easily spotted, hardly forgotten. So when someone mentions the name of such a place; those who know of them find their minds’ alight. This was the desired result. That the recipient would recall the presence of such a shop, in the neighboring building. That he might glance casually from his window with this one and only thought, and there he would see the cafe’s veranda.

A sprawling of stylish chairs and tables. Stylish people eating and passing their time with laughter and gabbing. While it might not be apparent from the lord’s pedestal; there was a particularly uncommon patron here today. One who sat patiently in wait. Eager for success, but postulating the consequences of failure with anxious animation. Legs shaking. Nail biting. Eye darting animation. It wasn't difficult to read how the moment treated him. What he felt being here at this cafe today. Fortunately he was alone, and knew no one to whom he need explain his behavior.

Though everyone around him may be enjoying the placidity of an average day...this soul was in the host of great, unaligned strength. Were calculations and expectations to fail him; he might just find that he was living the last few moments of his life. Success was just too sweet to abandon. The opportunities he had the chance to build, would support him for the foreseeable future. So the danger was worth it. The chance of embarrassment doubly so. Mika would risk what he had to finance his work...to place life itself into his beneficiary hands.

The day was shaping up to be a strange one. Certainly it would be easy recalled without need of journal or record. All of it starting as all days do, with the morning. See...as the sun rose upon the Seireitei, so did comprehension dawn within a resident. A sleepless soul, who dwelled on his works through the many quiet hours of the night. The boy was young by Shinigami standards, and certainly appeared it. Yet he toiled in ways that only the matured should know. Obsessing on research and ambitions the way that only years of desperate struggle should produce. Though it was unhealthy; it was his way. Such work had lead the young Reaper to many discoveries which eluded his predecessors. Breakthroughs others imagined in the coming decades...littered his notes and living quarters.

Revolutions in the connections between the living and the spirits. Intricacies in the way life weaves its pattern and design. How the living and the dead share in that fabrication. How each harnesses, and grows from it. Methods and techniques for deciphering the blueprints of spiritual identity. The steps and processes for propagating the living with spiritual development. Everything that binds the flesh of Shinigami, Hollows, and Mankind in a unified system. It would be the epithet of his existence. It would create a new paradigm of understanding that all would find unshakable. Mika was going to reestablish the very terms by which existence was described. That...or die in misery, failing to accomplish this most pinnacle of ambitions. However, he was never going to achieve any of this. Not without help. Help he often despised accepting, but couldn't do without. Hell he wasn't going to get in the traditionalism of the Seireitei...

"All reports are to be filed according to Saishodari. Do not use your names or personal designations. Improper filing means hours of backtracking, so let's be professional." There was a contemptuous groaning in the back of Mika's mind. Each second he listened to the taskmaster's droning meant the death of more cognitive cells. "And remember; any materials not turned in will just be confiscated. Don't get thrown out of here for trying to work independently. No come on, ten till shut down." It was another average day in the Twelfth Division. Applied Sciences were shutting down their laboratories, and locking up their work. It was routine to do this. To keep work time highly monitored and scheduled. Doing so meant the research leads could keep an eye on all the work being done. Analyze all the new data collected daily, and apply their inputs to the grunts efforts. Though it was a great way to insure that participants didn't stray from their assigned paths; it subdued any chances of independent triumphs.

Exceptional souls might have what it takes to crack the code, and find the problems. Doing so takes time. All true trials do. Time that none of them...time that Mika wasn't getting. Worse. People like him, who are more than willing to operate solitarily, risk being removed altogether. Complete expulsion. Uhg, imagine being removed from a revolutionary project...for trying to complete it. Such irrationality. How could they ever expect anyone to finish work if they were constrained to working only on the floor? If they were so concerned with maintaining hierarchical control and safeguarding secrets; then why not bug the analysts? Trace their every move and record their every word? Hell...force them to live and work in a confined area with total observation. Even in their privacy, they could keep working and nothing would be accomplished without supervisor knowledge. "There are so many other ways to dominate the work flow!" Mika certainly didn't mind the iron grasp of leadership; excepting that it formed a chokehold on his genius!

If they would only give him freedom enough to breathe...he would deliver all their expectations and more. Even suffocating under the scrutinous eyes of regulation and safety protocol; Mika had answers to questions that his "colleagues" were weeks from asking. "Alright everyone. System's shutting down. Report for to the debrief." "Aaargh! Flay me with a potato peeler!"...such was his usual complaint. Often he strutted with a silent rage; a grating expression summarizing his feelings perfectly. The young, caustic Shinigami would plop down and deliver his necessary report day in and day out. Today...today was going to be different.

In his time away from the lab, he had come across many new details. This was accomplished, by hording his work outside of the lab. Something he had been increasingly eager to do in the recent days and weeks. With enough sneaking around and cautious labor, he had cracked the issues facing his team. Issues contributing to the entire project's delays. The problem was going to be presenting his findings. For...presenting his numbers and evidence, meant exposing the gaps in his past debriefings. The supervisory staff would spot the contradictions. They were capable enough to piece together his misinformation. Mika's only hope was in the value of his results. Of the time they could save, and advancement they could make. In his mind...he knew they were going to slobber over his work. They would accept his findings. In the joy of knowing they would no longer have to report failure to their own superiors; they would completely overlook his infractions....

Quietly fidgeting in his seat; Mika's face turned a scowl with the sudden heat of sunshine. Noon was making the light unbearable. Being outside wasn't helping. Nor was his soothing tea. Nor the cooling breeze that kept his skin feeling pleasant. No. None of it could take the malaise flavor of disgust out of his mouth. "Bureaucratic b*stards." Despite no one paying attention to him...Mika was quite a sight. Stuffed into a gigai, a pale and chubby looking thing. Extra weight only in the belly; scrawny most everywhere else. Dark hair shaved neatly on all sides, a high-and-tight for the modern age. It kept many of his natural characteristics...honestly. Making it quite the goofy fellow. Bigish ears. Bigish nose. An overbite of large, front teeth. Eyes that were small before he started squinting in the sunlight. Still, he looked mostly normal. Certainly bearing no indicator of Shinigami affiliation.

Even his spiritual presence was rather small, and mute. Something he seemed determined to maintain at all costs. Yet, for his effort in spiritual subtlety; Mika made no such reservations in his attire. There weather of the human world was still quite cold right now. Well, at least it was in much of Japan. Yet the boy was in shorts and flip-flops. The pants were rather baggy and loose, complete with many layered pockets. The shoes...daisho levels of cheapness. As for his upper body, there were some appropriate choices. A T-shirt, covered by a blue hoodie, covered by an orange...well it looked like a life preserver. It was a vest with thick, rounded sections. They appeared inflated, but it was just the style of fabric and production. Upon his face were a cheap pair of sunglasses. Thick rims, also orange in color. All in all, not very inconspicuous. Ah, but he wasn't concerned with people giving him a second glance. It was Mika's concern to be eye catching to the guest he hoped to receive. Add in that he sat alone...yet a cup of tea and empty chair awaited someone to claim them. It should be clear who Uzaki-san was asked to meet.

[Kazura Uzaki]

Life as a CEO could be hard. In all seriousness, there was a lot of stress and work that went into running not just a small business, but a large global corporation. Sure, Kazura had a board of trustees and managers and all manner of supervisors, but that only went so far, especially when the man had to live a double, no triple, life. He had to be the CEO of Uzaki Enterprises, the company that manufactured every kind of good that existed for mortal consumers, billionaire playboy who spent the night with at least a different woman every week, and also the manager of a side company filled with Spiritually Aware beings. That didn't even factor in the fact that he was monitoring and even personally going out to defeat threats in the Karakura area...

Basically, the man was exhausted. "Real" Life was growing more and more dull in comparison to his "Third life". It was hard to find motivation to make a new scent and formula to Anti-shave gel that smelled better and caused different beard colors when he knew that up in his office was a gun that could shoot ice and freeze whatever struck it. It was hard to find the time to go to international conferences and conventions when the home front was being plagued by Hollow attacks and not even Japan was under control. How could the Fullbringer work on protecting the whole world when he didn't have the time or resources to protect the town of his headquarters?

Sex had little meaning for the man anymore. It was just a motion he went through so that tabloids had something to talk about besides "Everyone around the Uzaki Enterprises skyscraper felt a giant pressure when a gas main exploded" or something like. His research was requiring more and more work that was harder and harder to hide from the general populace. The first time he managed to convert air into flammable gas through Science, he had to go out and wreck a car to get the reporters distracted. And he liked that car too... Oh well, he bought three more like it as consolation to himself. But it was that kind of thing that wore down on his heart and body.

On a day like today, Kazura would be in a board meeting listening to numbers, sales pitches, and other various things while his mind wandered. He had to try and hide it, but with as fast as his incredibly sharpened mind could process, as soon as people brought out charts/products/whatever he already knew every detail to what it was and how it worked. He hadn't yet met a supercomputer who could handle information like he could, and it could potentially cause some issues with his... less fortunate coworkers. While he envied the mortals for being normal when he himself was forced by situation to take on reiatsu or die, being a Fullbringer and not a Human had its perks.

The meeting drew to a close, after a lot of pitches were rejected and a select few were approved. Many people in the area considered UE to be their "home for crazy ideas that they want funding to create in order to get rich" and that's just not what it was. Uzaki Enterprises was home to some of the best inventors and warmongers, which were a terrible combination when put in the same room, but it was good business. Business that got a lot of good people killed, but also kept the "bad" people occupied killing each other as well. It was complicated for Kazura to think about, and stressed his sense of conscience heavily.

Settling into his penthouse office, the first thing that Kazura noticed was the email from an unfamiliar sender. While He had many clients contact him this way, so he figured that it was going to be a new request for work done. With a bit of exhaustion, mixed with excitement at possible new research, the fullbringer went to open the email that was from [e-mail] Immediately there was a bit of confusion from the man, seeing as that was an internal email from an account that didn't exist. Kazura's computer had record of all the employees, and since email was LastnameFirstInitial, and there was no S. Penpalgeniu in his company, he was definitely perturbed. But regardless, he opened the email.

I intend to meet with you in person. I have researched what information I could of your work. A meeting would be most beneficial for us both. I cannot divulge information about myself. I will meet you at a neutral, public location. My incentives are tied exclusively with scientific advancement. I am not interest in your money or your life, nor do I pose a threat to either. Respond once you have decided to accept or deny my invitation. Regardless of the answer, there is warm tea waiting for you at Ameonna's.

-P

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P obviously stood for Penpal, as per the email's name, and the message was incredibly straight forward. It was either a socially awkward person who wrote it, or someone who was threatening Kazura by saying he wasn't going to threaten him... The inventor could deal with threats on his life. So, what could possibly go wrong? Ameonna's was a cafe that Uzaki Enterprise owned, and it just happened to be just outside, so with Kazura's two massive window walls, he'd be able to see it clearly. Well, he'd need binoculars to get a good look at the street level, but that wasn't an issue for him.

Grabbing some glass that had been left over from some reiatsu circuits, he whipped them up into a set of lenses and held them to his eyes so he could get a good view of the veranda. A lot of normal people... and one person who stood out completely. The way he was dressed, and the two cups of tea in front of him, he was definitely a sight that was easily made out. Using his phone's email, Kazura responded to the email and just watched the man(?) sitting at the table. If he moved to access something with email capabilities, Kazura would know that his client was the one wearing the... life preserver puffy vest.

Be right there

On his way out after confirming or not that Mika was actually his client, the CEO stopped by his secretary's desk to just make sure that he wasn't followed/looked for when he was found missing. "Meeting an important potential client for lunch. Could take awhile." Carrying his jacket over his shoulder, he gave a wink and a wave as he went into the elevator. The secretary was the gossip kind, so there would probably be a story or four of all the women that Kazura seduced on his lunch break, calling them "potential clients" or what not. Anything to keep his staff off of his back. As soon as the elevator doors closed, the top opened up and Kazura climbed out of the box through air ground.

Making his way through a secret vent into his personal elevator in the back of his office, the inventor made his way down to his prep room. He couldn't very well go out looking like the famous billionaire, especially not within sight of his own company. So with a ballcap and a red beard courtesy of his Anti-Shave gel: Ginger for Guys, Kazura left the building looking nothing like himself. It was a common evasion tactic for him, one that thankfully the paparazzi hadn't picked up on yet. He made his way across the street and made his way to the table with the empty seat and the tea.

"This seat taken?"

[MrDoctorDo]

The flimsy, cellular device on his table began to buzz. A droning noise that played like clockwork for a moment or two. The burner wasn't much to look at, but it served its purpose well enough. Without missing a beat, and without turning his eyes away from the uppermost window of UEHQ...Mika reached over, and clicked "Open". No sooner had he done this, did Kazura get the confirmation of delivery. Now all that remained, was the wait...

Waiting for someone always torments the mind. With ways and pains that we can't imagine or recollect outside of such tumultuous moments. The things we think of. The ideas our free time and anxiousness inspire. Sometimes it can be fantastical stories explaining the delay. Other times it can be maddening downward spirals into our insecurities and superstitions. Torments of uncontrolled thoughts being as terrible as introspection in this scenario.

There are some who are blessed with a level of calm and inner serenity, that never know such hardships. Mika would gladly spit into their already flooding lungs. Such exemplars of assuredness were condescending ghouls to his own plights. Mocking his jittering thoughts and muscles in every quiet moment that he rested without mental occupation. The same was especially true on this day...only given the uniqueness of his situation. Nerves wracked by the constant stress of his surroundings, and exposure. Made worse by the reality of just why he had to leave him vulnerable to such dangers and spotlights.

What he considered to be the greatest mind of the modern era; was wasting precious seconds waiting on the runner up. Now. Let's be clear for a moment. Mika meant no harm with his beliefs of cognitive superiority. The boy didn't sit around dwelling about his intelligence, and how it excelled beyond all others. Mika just couldn't fathom anyone being smarter than him. So devoid of empathy was he, that often he finds difficulty in imagining others even possessing thought.

He knows they do...its just, like man examining dogs. There are symptoms of thought, but nothing tangible. So for young Shinigami to consider anyone a "runner up"...would be a human considering a dog an intellectual competitor in particle physics. It, in a weird way and supremely arrogant way, was the highest of compliments. Dear f*ck, let's hope Kazura didn't have to hear or somehow accept such explanations. Back on track. So what made the waiting worse, were Mika's expectations. There had been quite a gathering of data. Almost all of it public domain.

Articles and blogs regarding interviews and opinions on the fastest developing tech guru on Earth. Kazura Uzaki, billionaire-genius-playboy-xenoform. Though, that last one might have been insane ramblings of a conspiracy theorist. Mika had difficulties translating credible sources within the Human World's mismanaged, internal network. Regardless, a majority of the image was clear. A rich and successful young man; blessed with superb mental faculties and perfect features. Someone whose privileges crossed the boundaries of nationality, wealth, and genealogy. Someone who had seemingly everything.

It was going to be hard, but Mika would have to suppress his predetermined contempt long enough to assess their professional compatibility. To acquire a superb partnership, Mika would endure most any depth of entitlement or snobbery. Hopefully Uzaki-san could manage the same, in addition to all that hypocrisy. All honesty...it was a long shot that Mika desperately wanted to pay off. Yet, no amount of hopeful expectation could have guarded him for what happened first. Nothing to reduce the surprise he felt frolic through his tendons; when he turned to face that suave tone. Raised brows and widened eyes...greeting Kazura from behind dark shades.

The image Mika had built in his head was...stupendously wrong. The idea of a finely dressed noble had been his starting point. Inspired the wealthy and accomplished he had spent centuries observing in his own world. Surely there would be a masterfully tailored suit? Designer accessories and lavish adornments such as star-gold cufflinks and a authentic, extinct, jungle cat leather belt? Something audacious that simply screamed wealth and opulence. Professionally styled hair that couldn't be altered by hurricane force winds. Statuesque features that seemed more like carved marble; perfected by generations of selective breeding. While Uzaki wasn't bland or dull in looks; he was down to earth. Mildly respectable. The ball cap and fake beards were really nice touches. The facial hair almost convincing; were Mika not the foremost geneticist in all worlds.

That...and he studied pictures before coming here today. Knowing what to expect. Ah, but regardless. Kazura stumped the boy but for a moment, then his moderate awe dwindled into a humbled sigh. Realizing exactly why Uzaki had appeared in such fashion. Yet, he could not answer the offered greeting right away. Instead he reached for a USB looking device on the table, sliding its only switch upward. Assumingly, into the on position. "I am. Sit." Hoping his "order" would process quickly enough to reduce the awkward pause; in which these two "old friends" had to acquaint themselves. With these first words, Uzaki would notice a shrillness It was near impossible to hide, it just spilled out in the syllables. It wasn't too unpleasant, but it was a higher pitch than any regular fellow. More excitable too. Though, it did fit his appearance and demeanor rather perfectly.

The quicker Kazura sat and became comfy, the less forced the interaction would seem. Really...it meant less time for Mika to worry the man came her to remove a threat. After all, without any sensitivity to spiritual forces, Mika still had an idea of what the human might be capable of. "I was a fool to think you would come looking like your picture. With fame such as yours." Glancing quickly to his own clothes. "My intentions to conceal you with diversion, are unnecessary." A closer look offered much more than binoculars from a high rise might. At this distance; Uzaki could really appreciate the mixed matched quality of the Reaper's disguise. It appeared as though he had no idea how he was supposed to be dressed. The vest over the hoodie, just barely covered a graphic T-shirt that was placed over it. Graphics are supposed to be visible, right? Otherwise...what is the point? Sadly it didn't end there.

The shorts and footwear were for the wrong season. The sunglasses were cheap, like those worn by children playing dress up. It was just, awful. Yet...who would dare look away from such a train wreck? How would anyone even notice the good looking, business man that just so happen to be on recent newspapers? Especially when the final caveat was included. A bundled up right sleeve. Bound tightly to itself by elastic band. The dismal sight of a man missing the widely accepted, "dominant" arm. Like it or not. Accept it or not. People stare at cripples, and often find it hard to engage in anything around them. To study any whole person that might linger near. Such is human nature. Such is even spirit nature. To dwell on the odd and strangely stimulating.

Mika looked about as gawky in person, as he did through the scope. He was a scrawny, slightly immature fellow. Again: bigish ears, bigish nose, and of course the slight buckteeth. Complete that with unnaturally pale skin and peculiar haircut, and you are left with a bit of a dork. Such was his fate. None of that seemed to bother him; however, as he didn't turn once from eye contact. While there was some small indication of nervousness or anxiousness in his movements, they seemed harmless. Perhaps Kazura could piece together why a Shinigami would be nervous around him. Maybe adding in his sensors' readings of a fledgling, barely inhuman spiritual pressure would finalize his analysis? If not, then the Shinigami would just continue one with being irrationally self conscious. No sweat. "It's good that we could meet. Though this interaction should remain between us." Looking at the cap and beard duet with a smirk, "Something I believe you agree with. If not, subconsciously support either way."

Reaching out, taping his fingertips on the unusual little USB, "Don't expect calls while we are here. Or to make any without stepping away from the table." Beneath the heavy, singular switch that Mika clicked before; a steady light pulsed. Were Kazura to look at his phone, or just glance to Mika's burner that laid next to it...no service. All bars dropped. Issues being alerted. Yet, the people sitting at the table beside them twiddled away on their laptops. "Its vital to my safety, that no record of our exchange be permanent. For better or worse."

There were more features to the little USB than had been displayed, but it was highly unlikely they might come up. Of course, asking about it would skyrocket such topics to the top of "conversation topics". For now, "I am interested in collaborating in numerous, diverse projects. Developments I know to be attainable. Many of them medical, in application." There was a noticeable shake in his arm and shoulders when he spoke those words. Followed by a much more comfortable grin, if he was allowed to continue.

"Others, more in line with technologies common to this world." "This world". Sh*t. There goes the last shred of credibility to any human persona Mika intended to claim. Uzaki wasn't without knowledge of the Spiritual Realms. Even if Mika were a convincing liar; such a statement was way too telling. Kazura would undoubtedly snoop out the young man's origins. Yet, Mika continued, "Others still, not quite either." Starring at Uzaki-san from behind toy glasses; Mika seemed to be slowing in his speech. Easing to a stop. Hoping for some sign of understanding, or even a retort. Heh. For all he said, he didn't seem to have an apology for rudely interrupting a busy man's daily schedule. Maybe that is what the tea was for? It wasn't until all of his more excited chatter ended, that he blinked with minor realization. "Oh...right. Call me, Penpal."

[Kazura Uzaki]

Kazura slipped into the chair, confused by Mika's answer to his question. The human asked "This seat taken?" and got "I am. Sit." in return. Either the client was not fluent at all in Japanese or was not paying attention to the question and had a speech already planned out regardless of what Kazura actually said in the conversation. Waiting to see what the actual reason for the odd reply, Kazura settled down and sipped on the tea he was provided, pleased by its warmth. He could now get a much better look at the person who had hacked his servers and he was reminded by the phrase "don't judge a book by it's cover."

Mainly because this cover was mangled and a train wreck.

The inside of the book that was Mika had to be an incredibly intelligent and talented individual, for Kazura's servers and the company as a whole was high among the most secure systems in the private sector. Sure, the Pentagon or MI6 had an overall more secure system, but it was still no small matter for the Shinigami to have been able to access the system and provide himself with an account. All with one hand and a burner cell phone, apparently. Kazura was intrigued, impressed even, by this client who was attracting so much attention by his mere presence, however, if given the opportunity to try again, the Uzaki CEO would still have arrived at this meeting in disguise.

Eyes tended to wander after they were full of the sight of a cripple, and the Media had Eyes everywhere. There was no where that Kazura could be safe from a passing video or the sight of him in the corner of a tourist's picture, so even though Mika was a perfect diversion, it couldn't last forever. And the meeting had the potential to be completely derailed and ruined if the fullbringer's fame caused a horde of people to arrive. Kazura thought this to be especially true as the man sitting across the table canceled out all of the cell service surrounding their immediate table area. This was hush hush, incredibly secret information that was going to be discussed. Not something that the paparazzi should be allowed to interfere with.

The man sitting across from Kazura was proposing collaboration. Diverse projects, medical in application, with a hint of other worlds involved in his pitch. If there had been doubt before, then there was now no doubt that this was not a run of the mill request for a contract. No, this was a spiritual entity coming to Kazura for assistance and offering assistance as well. With his meager Energy Sensory skills, there was no way of telling if this was a Bount, a Quincy, a Shinigami, or even a Hollow in disguise. Kazura couldn't be sure either way, but he had an opportunity to receive and gather research that he did not previously have access to. That in itself was something that the fullbringer would do a lot to obtain.

Penpal was an odd name, obviously a contrived alias, but it's what Kazura had to call him by, so that is what he would do. He felt like, to make this meeting successful, both of them had to test the other and find them worthy of collaboration. Mika had the advantage of research on his side, which would make the human very interested in any contract that would not jeopardize his goals or morals. Kazura, on the other hand, only had his reputation, which already had done him more harm than good as he arrived without looking incredibly noble and sophisticated. So, Kazura started to talk in response to Mika's offer.

"Alright, I've heard your offer. You want us to collaborate, with you staying anonymous, on topics and projects both medical and beyond. I'll bite." Kazura was not one to beat around the bush. He said what he meant and he meant what he said, when it benefited him. A direct and to the point approach often was most time efficient for the busy man, so it was his default method of communication when lying or telling half truths was not more profitable. "You have a dying patient in your care. Gunshot wound to the chest. Surgery is too slow, the heart is too damaged. Using all known means, there is nothing to save this patient. Solution?" The emphasis on the word "known" was to hint at Kazura's wanting for methods of healing that human, spiritually unaware doctors would not have access to. Something that only someone like Kazura could attain. A man who merged Science with Magic to create results.

Would Mika be a kindred soul?

[MrDoctorDo]

Mika gave a start to Kazura’s words. It was a rather sudden shift. It went from the Mika could hear the suggestive qualities of the Fullbringer’s speech. There were cues inside of every word; which might lead an astute person to suspect a particular kind of answer. Not just with emphasis, but with lack thereof. A weave within the words. A particular way of stating the situation; hoping to initiate a certain thought or desired response. The problem with using such subtleties with Mika...is that he lacked all the training needed to interpret them. Emphasizing one word over another did little to change the meaning of the statement, for Mika. Speaking through implications was a sure way to get the wrong answer with the scientist. ”If nothing can be done, then you allow them to die.” See, not the most anticipated turnout. ”You have to consider what you are gaining and losing. If it turns out there is no value in saving the life, then you forfeit it for the sake of others. A reality any physician should accept.”

While this answer was lacking sensitivity; it wasn’t wrong. Just practical thinking. ”Especially when considering heart damage. That is such a lasting condition…” Mika reached up to his lips, taking a nail between his teeth to chew. ”In the event that something can be done, outside what you have claimed impossible, the patient would still be quite weak. Heart damage has lasting effects; which reduce the overall standard of living. The patient would be at risk for infection, following surgery, and future cardiac failures. Comsidering what the patient was doing with their life before the injury; it might be wiser to accept the fresh cadaver that has been provided. Their organs could be used to save more lives elsewhere. Useful lives. However...if they absolutely must live…” His thoughts began to trail a bit. It was hard to keep up the conversation when his imagination took the reigns.

Dropping his hand back to the table; Mika offered another answer. ”Given the context of your hypothetical event; the individual would most likely be human.” Giving a glance around them now; Mika’s eyes wandered to the other cafe patrons. Looking them over. Examining and weighing what he saw of each, ”The first issue with an injured heart isn’t the heart itself. For beings as frail as these, the concern is for shock. I’m certain you know as much. So you would need to start with keeping the body from shutting down. Unfortunately, this world favors adrenaline for preventing shock. It is natural and effective, so there is no reason not to. Except that a wounded heart won’t benefit from the stress. Commands from the brain that tell they heart to pump harder, to keep blood flowing to it. The already injured organ would start tearing itself to pieces. Like any torn, overworked muscle.”

Giving that imagery a pause, ”That is where purely spiritual beings have the advantage. For they possess an alternative resource. Reiryoku. A source of pure energy by this world’s understanding. A life force that maintains a spiritual bodies integrity when basic anatomical features begin failing.” Giving another glance to some of the people sitting near them, ”Infuse a human with the proper quantity of Reishi, and they won’t go into shock.” Turning his head as he watched; Mika considered the effects as the chain of events they would be. ”The Reishi would bond the soul, and the consciousness, to the physical body in which it was infused. They would be unable to die, to separate from that form, until it dissipated. Heart rate wouldn’t change. Brain wouldn’t shut down. Providing the time to do something.” By this point he was starting to smile at the prospect. Upper teeth showing from behind his lips.

”Repairing the heart…” The idea exciting him more as he considered it. ”There are arts known to the Shinigami. Specific for healing. Techniques which use the manipulation of the Reishi I mentioned.” With a snort of his breath; Mika clearly expressed his dislike of the topic. ”With those methods, a body with significant Reishi can manipulate the energy in another...or just pour in their own. Doing so would look like a magic trick to humans. Fullbringers like you would see it different. Like shaping clay." Rolling his eyes a bit, "They call such practices Kaidou. Archaic procedures needing chanting and intimate knowledge of Reishi manipulation. Difficult to learn, and exhausting to perform. Fascinating, but outdated. Impossible for species who haven’t already had thousands of years of experience with the Reishi...” Surely, that wasn’t something any interested business would want to hear? Who could reasonably delay a product for thousands of years?

”Or technology capable of doing the precision work.” That; however, should draw the interest right back. ”A machine which both examines the body with electromagnetism...and repairs faulty anomalies with concentrated applications of energized Reishi. It would have a feed of the energy. Extracted from donations, or from synthesized supplies. Being directed into the body through an emitter. One designed to excite the energy in the same ways that trained professionals learn to create. It would be a chore to recreate observable techniques. Think of this like duplicating sounds made by a human, with sound equipment. Just as consistent. Monitor-able, and measurable.”

As of now the young man was giddy. Smiling quite joyously for Uzaki. Even adjusting in his seat to bring the conversation in closer. Hunched and leaning over the table now. ”You would scan them once, after they fully developed. Biologically, I mean. Then archive that information as a baseline. The same way this world does with chemical observations already. Then; whenever that individual is brought in for injury or malignant growths, the machine will compare their current self with the original. One scan. It will see everything that has changed. A second scan, and it will rebuild whatever is missing.”

By this point the odd looking fellow was biting his thumb nail yet again. ”Fine tune it. Make it seek out less obvious maladies. Cut out excessive growths. No no, give it access to nanoscopic observational devices and genetic sampling! Have it rebuild dying cells to crowd out cancerous ones. Or just rebuild the foundations of their biology like it naturally would. Restore youth, rather than give them a tan. Using the same medium...just...vastly different principles.” Now, Mika was settling back down. The same zeal which once sent his words rocketing towards his companion.

Though the energy had subsided; Mika wasn’t aware that he had been speaking so passionately. Memory of enthusiasm fades as quickly as the feeling itself. Such was the curse of his genius. Now that he had said his peace; the scientists mind was ready to move on. ”The downside is the limited evolution. When you expend all your energy maintaining, you have nothing left for improvement. Someone with their heart torn in half, never really recovers. The heart needs to replaced. Strengthened. It would be better to do such from the start, rather than piece the old weakness back together.” This idea of not repairing something, vital, might draw further attention back to Mika’s torn body.

The missing limb. What might the story behind that be? An unreplaced limb on a medical genius? Well...yet discovered medical genius. ”Honestly. The best solution to your problem is, don’t be mortal. Myself, or any doctor, could take their time in putting things back together. I could even grow a new heart, with more density in the muscular fibers. A heart that would rival decades of proper care and strengthening.” For a moment his interest waned...a passing glimpse of his true enjoyments. But then…”Or, even better...I could construct a heart from inorganic components...

..."Yet, design and grow a nerve based receptor. One that will intercept the brain’s commands to “beat” without the need of metal or corrosive wiring. Attach a Reishi battery to it. Make it run for a dozen human lifetimes. No more risks of wear. Enlargement. Treated with a durable, enzymatic lubricant...one that would keep cholesterol from resting and clots from…” It was only now that he stopped. Only now that he realized just how long he must have been talking. Of how far his passions carried his words and answer. It was with this revelation of passing time, that Mika went still. Paused. Anxiously turned towards his benefactor with silent anticipation.

[Kazura Uzaki]

A short, uncomplicated scenario turned into an explanation that lasted longer than most of the other half of the conversation combined. Kazura sat still, intently glued to the rambling Shinigami. The man was fascinating. His mind was sharp, like few others the CEO had ever seen. He had immense stores of information to pull off of, a creative mind that could argue pros and cons with itself, and an intense voracity for a challenge. Mika poured his heart into this innocent seeming scenario, analyzing every idea that came to his mind about it. What he came up with was greatly satisfying to the inventor. While the initial cold reason was a bit of a shock to the philanthropic Uzaki, he did have to admit that the outcome looked grim.

Not afraid to tell it like it was and offer the victim's working organs to science was a brutal honesty that Kazura felt was vital to a keen scientific mind. In fact, his philanthropy and conscience was probably easily holding his own scientific pursuits back because he was cautious about taking risks in his experiments. He didn't want to hurt innocents. Mika seemed willing to do the dirty work for the good of the many, a quality that Kazura respected even if he did not himself possess it. What earned Kazura's respect more is that Mika didn't stop there. He continued, analyzing and offering an abundance of alternative options to the worst case scenario, many of which sounded really promising and possibly amazing.

When Mika finished, abruptly, Kazura gave a polite and quiet round of applause. The "golf clap" as it is called by some. He was thoroughly impressed by the Shinigami Scientist, and wholly convinced that their minds could be used to sharpen each other. However, Mika only knew of the human through stories. Kazura had seen the disappointment and surprise when his physical form had not measured up to the other man's expectations, so he didn't want to fall short of any other measurements. "Marvelous. Absolutely marvelous analysis. I'm completely convinced that a partnership between the two of us would benefit me. Now for your turn to be convinced in your own mind that I am beneficial to you. Ask what you wish of me, and I will do my best to respond in kind."

[MrDoctorDo]

There came a twinkle to Mika’s beady eyes. Each each pupil shrinking to precision. The very thought of Uzaki’s request giving his mind new vigor to writhe with. And writhe it did. Neurons firing like a bombardment of war. The brain waves surging upon the shore of creativity as if to announce the coming of a typhoon. So evident was his thrill, that Kazura might not even heed the young man’s toothy grin. The motion of the table was more significant. Mika’s left leg bouncing like that of a dog eager to leap from rest. It took more time for the Shinigami to get control of himself, than it did to think of a request…”Information. I need...vast amounts of information.”

Quickly, as if adding a notation to the remark, Mika’s one hand jittered. An extended index finger raised, swirling about the air between them. No shortage of enthusiastic flair. ”This city. This world. You cannot believe how fascinating it can be to someone like me.” Nostrils flaring just a bit as his smile receded to a modest smirk. ”There have been so many changes here in the recent years. This world is alive with change.” Giving a glance to the ground, the scientist took a moment to compile a list of favorites. ”With the growth of the Jureichi; there has been an outlandish increase in spiritual awareness among humans.”

Looking back to Kazura himself, giving a nod of acknowledgement. One coupled with a few, rapid shrugs of his thin eyebrows. ”Humans with both knowledge of the spirit realm...and abilities derived from the interaction between the worlds.” His words silenced by a lifted hand. His own, wiping a bit of saliva from his lips. ”We are seeing, for the first time in recorded history...the birth of new, spiritual species.” Leaning closer now, tapping at the table with a junkie’s intesity.

”Living beings whose biology can...somehow...harness energy that originates in a reality completely separate from their own.” Beating the tip of his finger numb on the cold surface. ”Can you imagine what your...your, “String Theorists” would think of that. Hah!” A bemused Mika couldn’t help but let the scoff slip. His hand coming to a rest on the table yet again...”The state of this world is monumental to anyone who claims to adore discovery. I count myself in that group. I want to research the effects of this new epoch.”

Another brief pause to catch his breath. ”Here. Biologically speaking. Is the most interesting place in the known cosmos...and you…” Hesitation. They had only just begun their talk. Of course, Mika had been rambling. Driven on and on by his own delight in the subject matter. However, there was no way of knowing what subjects might be taboo for this man. There was no personal touch to their mutual understanding. So, Mika wouldn’t get personal. ”Your company…” Turning a glance to the towering structure that lorded above them, "Your company has either; the information I need, or the ability to acquire it.”

Gesturing to the city around the with a wide sweep of his hand. ”Imagine everything that is going on within a kilometer of your tower. Just a kilometer.” Tilting his head to the side, ”I could observe everything important to my studies within walking distance of that building. However...for someone like me to just, “walk out the front door”...takes a considerably large amount of resources.” Laying back a bit in his seat, as if succumbing to the plunging dopamine levels in his head.

”Getting information requires a great deal of...unnecessary hurdles. The biggest being location.” Mika’s eyes glinted with reflected sunshine; while turning upwards to the sky. ”Travel between the realms is limited and monitored. Requiring explanations, documentation, and sometimes...connections.” Grimacing a bit, his face growing long with remembered frustration. ”The politics behind successful projects are...baffling.”

Sliding his hand off the table; Mika’s expression went placid. Even though his lips ceased the grinning and returned to their resting state...a few upper teeth could still be seen. When he sat still like this, he looked deceptively younger than he actually was. Far far younger than he actually was. A small fact that added to the already mounting visual evidence. Incriminating facts which made it harder to take his big words as seriously. Still...Kazura was. The CEO, and let’s not ignore the gravity of such a title, was genuinely intrigued by someone looking as foolish as this Shinigami. That was a miracle the Mika would hopefully come to appreciate, ”Which, brings me to the second...and probably more pressing item.”

Suddenly, the crinkling of paper could be heard. Soon Mika shifted and leaned to his right. From his pocket, he fetched a wad of bundled papers. Bringing them up to set on the table. Placing down the nice little pile, before picking through it with his freed fingers. From a distance, the clutter looked just like that. Various types of paper. Each bearing some form of writing or another. Mika had to complete the troubling chore of unfolding a few of them with only his five fingers. An annoying task without another hand to hold them rest of the paper still. Yet, accomplished quickly enough with what must be a practiced method of finger placement.

”Here...look at this.” Sliding over one little scrap, it appeared to be a list of names and numbers. ”I have already started looking for sites around this district. Facilities with adequate space and amenities to function as a lab.” On closer inspection, a few of the listed items would appear to be crossed out already. ”The problem being...the only buildings that meet every criteria aren’t empty. They are…” Once more, Mika’s eyes flickered to the nearby monolith. ”Without a laboratory, I can only perform theoretical research. Which is simply infuriating.” Slouching forward, elbow dropping down so that his arm might support his head. Unwittingly adding to the childish demeanor with this pouting pose. ”The time saved by a convenient residence, would mean more data and more quality specimens. The only negative to biological research...perishable sample material.” Another little chuckle.

Slowly, Mika adopted a more...stern presence. The laugh stopped, of course. So too did the jubilation and quiet pondering cease. Now there was only an earnest calm. The sort of shift that comes in a meeting where the negotiations become tense. When the costs start getting steep. ”I’ve made my intentions very clear thus far.” Eyes kept trained to Kazura’s own. Plying what he knew of the bodies methods for expressing feelings or thoughts physically. ”My work is not the cleanest. Anyone who seeks to learn anything about how we...how life functions, cannot honestly claim otherwise.”

Shaking his head along with his assertion, Mika continued with a tone that crept to a whisper. ”To help you. To help myself. My work will undoubtedly call for experimentation.” Silence breeching between his words. A moment to evaluate how Uzaki took the admission. ”Experimenting with life can often cost life. That is obviously not the aim, but neither are the organs which could be harvested from a dying man. Sometimes that is simply the best route.”

Speaking matter-of-factly as he had before, the young man was doing his best be unbiased. ”Sometimes the organs are needed…” No change in tone, ”...and the options are few.” Giving a light shrug, ”A day may come where the only thing that lies between me and a breakthrough, is a single life.” With no flush in his face, or sweat on his brow; Mika starred toward Kazura. ”I won’t save that life, Uzaki-san. I won’t even hesitate.” Head lifted with a sigh, ”If we are to work together, then the one thing you must offer me is understanding. I won’t always need your support, but I might need your noninterference. At which time, I don’t really mind if you dislike me. If anyone asks...you could condemn me. That’s fine.” With a smile creeping back, this one drawn so that he kept his large teeth hidden. ”Regardless of opinions...we would produce wonders.”

[Kazura Uzaki]

Mika's offer was tempting... so tempting... but like the fruit in the Garden of Eden, it seemed to have a frightening other side to it. On the one hand, the juicy tantalizing fruit side, Mika's knowledge of the Spiritual World and its technologies was nearly too much to pass up. The man was a genius, through and through, with great stores of information. Kazura needed that. The immediate cost was low, too, as the Shinigami just wanted information about the human world and a place to set up shop... Which... couldn't do too much harm, could it? The offer was tempting... And other great men of Science, those who had created some of the greatest breakthroughs... They had to make sacrifices sometimes, right?

"Your proposal is... daunting, P. On the one hand, we would create wonders..." Kazura's voice trailed off. He seemed excited, really. But he also seemed cautious. Not cautious of Mika, there was an understanding between the two of them. A Kindred soul of Science between them. Kazura knew that the great advances in medicine and health care had involved some... shady and controversial methods, ethically devoid methods. But he was a man of the people, for the people. How could he take innocent lives and destroy them? "On the other... I cannot stand for the waste of human or fullbringer life. They have lives, families, and more. To take that away from them... to experiment on them..."

Straightening out his jacket and taking another large gulp of tea, Kazura found the words he needed. While he wanted an alliance between this genius and himself, he had to first protect his company's assets and best interests. "It won't happen in the labs of my company. There is too much at stake. I'm sorry. While we can work together on less... risky projects, my stake in human affairs cannot be put at jeopardy if someone who... wouldn't understand were to find your experiments in my building. 99% of my staff currently in that building are spiritually unaware and think that we are just military contractors, humanitarian workers, and agricultural scientists... Can you imagine what the shock would be like if they found... You know... The failed experiments?"

[MrDoctorDo]

(OoC: Almost a 24 hour turn around! Damn it, so close!! Hope you enjoy.)

With a proud smile; Mika replied kindly...and silently. Nodding his head to every word Kazura had to share. Seemingly unphased by the majority of them. It was almost as if the Shinigami was simply ignoring what he was hearing. Hearing, but not really listening. A rather rude thing to do. However, such was not exactly the case. It wouldn’t be until Uzaki finished that Mika could explain himself, and his behavior. Explain why the CEO’s refusal was not the deterrent that it had intended to be.

”Your concerns are reasonable. There is no way to guarantee what materials my research might one day require.” Looking towards the tower to his right. Eyeing the large logo that marred the exterior. Weighing what that logo might mean in this world. How the company itself might be viewed by the masses that see it daily.. ”You have built something very successful. Risking all of it on a gamble is bad business.” Looking down now; Mika moved his gaze to the people walking in and out of the lobby doors. The normal, ungifted masses that dealt with Kazura’s business. The herds that relied on it...supported it.

Dropping his chin a bit, giving a sickening pop of his jaw. ”The people who make it up even have a special place in the framework. They must be considered for the continued success of the overall work.” Raising his hand up into the air; Mika held out his empty palm. ”In one hand…”, his voice soft and calm. ”Hope. Empty and shakey.” Indeed, the young man’s thin had did shake quite noticeably. ”It could turn into anything. Be anything. Something that redefines the world...something that saves it.” Mika’s smile fading. Lips creased to a brazen frown that did not dare hide the feelings behind it.

”And in the other…”, his tone shifting quite coldly into viciousness. His first hand drawing away as his chest twist. Offering up the empty right half of his torso. Between them no gesture presented, since he lacked the capacity to do so. Mika’s way of sharing his detest for the metaphor. ”A total loss. Everything you have, gone. All because of a unchecked mistake. Misinterpretation...a misunderstanding.” Mika’s words mingled with unfulfilled scoffs. ”An outcome in which those who can’t see what you had hoped for, blame you for what you create. As if they possess the divine flawlessness needed to pass judgment on someone who tried. Who did everything they could to help those who now condemn them.”

Sitting forward to the point that he might fall from his chair; Mika wanted his “other hand” metaphor to be very prominently displayed. ”I have heard similar dilemmas before. Not in identical terms, but with identical outcomes. Reservations that halt progress.” Leaning back into his seat, the oblivious scientist made a slip. Mika’s expression allowed the triumphant weight of his disappointment show. ”I came to this world in hopes of escaping restrictive dogmas. Somewhere that valued the greater good. I still believe I found the right place...just arrived at the wrong time.”

He would have continued with what he said, had there not been a growing disturbance. Traffic had picked up, now that lunch was ending. Taxis and buses were hurrying to meet the public demand. For the first time since this morning, privately owned vehicles reappeared in the busy thoroughfares. All of these passing machines making it quite hard to hear, even think at times. Especially the chorus that was a pack of motorcyclists. Their inefficently muffled engines producing a thunderous drone. It was a delight when the quiet returned, a deep sigh to follow, ”But! I have proven adaptable in the past.”

Another grin growing anew. ”I taught myself to be prepared for setbacks beyond my control.” Reaching towards the papers on the table, Mika sifted until he found a pristine piece. Of different stock than the others, it stuck out rather well. Once unfolded, he pushed it beside Kazura’s tea. Inside, a newsletter from Karakura General. The largest and most modern hospital in the region. In any of the surrounding regions. Somewhere, unbeknownst to Kazura, the Shinigmai had hidden in before. years ago. ”You do not wish to risk my direct involvement with enterprise...then there is nothing I can do about that.” Tapping the name of the hospital, ”I will just have to adapt. Find a way to thrive outside of the environment I desired to cultivate.”

Moving back his hand, Mika gripped the cup of tea that had been sitting for him this whole time. Emptying the contents with a trailing gasp, ”I will need to sustain myself while I find an ulterior path. Getting a job will be my first task.” Wiping his lip free of moisture, ”I hhave...extensive experience in the coroner's trade. As I recall, morticians are hard to come by in this world. The thought of working with death being quite taboo or discomforting.” Raising his hand up, he kept his empty cup out high. ”I know there will be plenty of work for me too. This area being quite dangerous compared to other, less unique districts. Some rather interesting things happen here...and often produce interesting casualties.”

Neither of the gentlemen were ignorant of this truth. Karakura was dangerous for both their kinds. In the case of Uzaki’s breed, they were often in need of recovery...sometimes even autopsy. ”Or so I would imagine…” By this point a waitress came over, quick to offer either tea or water. Mika cut her off with a sharp request for water, to which she quickly poured. No eye contact or interaction he kept his focus completely locked on Kazura. Ignoring her presence, even when she gawked sheepishly at his missing appendage. With glass refilled; the Shinigami reached to claim a packet of sugar on the table.

”While I am there I should be able to accept any odd jobs that come up. I have studied, that hospitals and universities often lend out their greater minds to the aid of businesses and governments. This facility is no different.” Having poured a few packets of sugar into the glass, Mika gave it a few stirs. From there he pulled out a plastic box. One looking like the types used by seniors to arrange weekly dosages of medicine. ”I do so hope, when the time comes…” Popping open one of the plastic sections, extracting from it a rubbery, green pellet. Dropping it into the created mixture.

”That I will get the chance to work with a soul as...understanding as you. And that we will produce those wonders...” Inside of the broad rimmed cup, the green pellet dissolved. Within seconds; there was a fizzing present within it. Steam rising from the surface of the milky liquid. In another moment, the activity and steam had stopped. What remained, squeezed tightly in the ceramic housing...was a fully formed human heart. Small, but possessing all four chambers and exhibiting no wounds or flaws of any kind. Somehow. Without connection to a brainstem. The manifested organ pulsed. Beating with the gentle rhythm of life.

It was at the birth of this functioning flesh, that the once bright sun began to darken. A broad shadow now casted over the likes of the cafe table, as well as the tenants. ”Well now...that is a very spooky trick. I prefer ones with cards, myself.” It seems the shadow had a voice, one that oozed with arrogance. Between the table and the street there now stood two large men. Large by Japanese standards. Each breaking the 5’9” barrier, and both seeming rather well built. Young too. Peak physical health. One of whom, with his stylized beard and hair, fancied himself a talker.

”Don’t suppose you could make it disappear as well? Hmm? You seem to be good at that, Kaeru-san.” By this point, Mika turned his head up to the newcomers. Greeting the guests with slitted eyes and a bored frown. Not answering them though, having nothing to say. ”It is a really good thing we ran into you like this. Me and the boys.” The debonair thug continued, while his friend stepped closer to Mika’s seat. This second fellow was much less charming in appearance. Shaved head and chin, with large...colorful tattoos coming up from beneath his shirt.

The style that Yakuza were renowned to prefer, only this man bore the physical bearing of a gangster that most with those sorts of tattoos lacked these days. ”Momo-sama is hoping to speak with you. Something about, “issues with supply”? I’m not really sure, it was all very technical. Which is why she wants to see you. So why don’t you say goodbye to your date, and come along with me and Go-san.” Turning towards Uzaki, the leather clad biker gave a smirk. ”Sorry to steal your boyfriend like this…”

Pulling a wallet out of his rear pocket, the clinking of the chain connected to it ringing loud. ”Lunch is on us, for the trouble. Maybe go out and look for someone better than this one.” Tossing a crumbled 5000 yen towards Kazura. Just in time for Goro to grip Mika hard by the collarbone, yanking the frail figure right up out of his seat. With a struggle that kicked away the chair; Mika gave them reason to get physical. In moments the cafe area saw a mass exodus. The few other groups enjoying lunch in the sun, now fleeing the scene.

The willy, Shinigami flailing and kicking at whatever chairs and tables he could. Thrashing against a far superior strength! The ruckus was enough to draw the smartass’ eyes off of Uzaki, and towards his partner. If Kazura was going to intervene now...he would do so with the knowledge that there were no less than half a dozen more thuggish looking spectators. All gathered far beyond the cafe patio. Off at the entrance to a wide side street, that wasn’t expecting any other traffic to come through. Each of them positioned near quite familiar looking cycles. One that were in every way the same as those that passed by just minutes before. Seems they didn’t go far. If unimpeded, they would make quite the speedy escape...with Mika in tow.

[Amagai Kuchiki]

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[Kazura Uzaki]

Throughout the whole time that Kazura was listing his concerns with Mika's endeavors the Shinigami just listened politely. It definitely increased the fullbringer's respect for the man, that even though he was listing reasons why they could not work together, Mika was still just absorbing the conversation without interrupting or looking upset. If he had just been faking, Kazura would still be impressed. But as he finished his side of things and the Shinigami continued his side of the conversation, the human came to understand that Mika really truly was alright with Kazura declining his offer.

The fullbringer was interested, fascinated even, as the Shinigami talked about adaptation. Mika explained his plans to find a job in the hospital network as a mortician, examining and preparing bodies for their final resting places... That was a smart way to go about his endeavors to experiment on the living beings of the world. He would have endless access to living, more like recently deceased, tissues for his work, and even might get samples from Fullbringers and the like who died by natural causes or other means that actually left a body, unlike being consumed by a Hollow.

Kazura made a mental note to scan for public records of employees to find and keep tabs on Mika, just in case his work got... out of hand. There was only so much you could do without a degree that would take years to achieve, and if ever Mika needed more living specimens for his research, Kazura wanted to make sure that he failed to take unwilling and innocent subjects... Yes, the great scientific achievements had needed risk, but this fullbringer in particular was too focused on justice and a proper moral code. He would rather delay breakthroughs to another scientist's lifetime than harm civilians in the present.

Mika had the waitress bring him a glass of water, and seemingly by magic he poured some sugar and a pellet into his water, which bubbled and formed a fully functioning human heart. This sort of science was... to be honest... way beyond Kazura. His mind was screaming for a rational answer, puzzling over the requirements to facilitate this change. It wasn't enough to dehydrate and stuff a heart into a pellet, it needed careful stem cell research, genetics, resources for Einstein's sake. I mean, where did all of the cardiovascular tissue come from? That pellet had to have an incredibly condensed amount of biological material, somehow kept in pristine living condition.

Drawn to the show of advancement and science, Kazura stretched out his hand, hoping to touch the heart from where he could analyze it fully using his reiatsu, but he was interrupted by a shadow looming over his table. He had become distracted, completely, and had not noticed the thugs arrive. Cursing his blind focus on the conversation and its mysteries, the fullbringer retracted his hand, patiently listening to what the thugs had to say, in case they just had a misunderstanding or were actually needing something wholesome like directions. It was a faint hope, and a dumb thing to wait for, but Kazura tended to like giving people the benefit of the doubt.

It appeared that they knew the one armed Shinigami well, having spoken of things like "issues with supply" and names that Kazura was not familiar with, but Mika didn't flinch at. Though to be fair... nothing yet had shocked, surprised, or even mildly perturbed Mika except for the fullbringer's less than regal appearance. While trying to come up with a response that didn't cause mass panic and a wild stampede, the thugs started that themselves as they ripped Mika out of his chair. The latter started kicking and flailing, which was more than enough of a fight to get people running out of the cafe. The crumpled money was left ignored on the chair as Kazura stood up... very... slowly...

Playing along, he spoke softly and gently, without raising his voice or adding any emotion. "Let's stop and count the odds for a moment, shall we? There are at least eight of you, and one of me. Both of us have interest in that man there. Do you know what I think?" Kazura didn't pause for long, not giving them a chance to interrupt and object to his hypothetical question. "I don't think you brought nearly enough brutes." Exercising Cog, a component of Willpower, Kazura suddenly became the most fearsome being in the patio. He felt like a Monster, with waves of intimidating energy pouring off of him. While the thugs wouldn't immediately run away and hide, he would probably be one of the most frightening forces they had ever met in their life.

"We can do this the easy way or the... never mind, Hard way is your only option." Moving at his natural speed of 300, the fullbringer would actually blur as he sprung off the table into the air. Unable to react easily to someone moving at speeds equivalent to that of a wild animal, the thug who had not named himself would find Kazura's shoe in his face before he could get away from Mika. Kazura would kick him to the ground, the back of his stylized head sent flying towards the concrete first. He was down in a near instant, a concussion the least of his worries. Dropping Mika, Susumu tried to tackle Kazura to the ground so that his buddies could pummel him.

With adept Juijutsu skill, the fullbringer used that force against him, swinging him to the ground and delivering a fierce Krav Maga inspired blow to his neck. With his breath knocked out of him and his jugular aggravated in the same blow, that man fell unconscious in the same manner as the hairy headed thug had. Standing up from a brutal and quick massacre of the two thugs, Kazura simply looked at the other six waiting on the other side of the patio. Maybe they would respond, and rush him, maybe not. He'd have to wait and find out...

Remaining Reiatsu: 3900/4000 (-100 Cog)

[MrDoctorDo]

For 174 days, the record had been perfect. There had not been one major incident. Not once a complaint. Ameonna’s was a flawless, shining example of cafe coziness. Emphasis on was. Following the swift justice issued forth by a more-than-capable Kazura, a most unsettling sequence of events had begun. Firstly and foremost, the freedom of one Mika. The CEO’s intended consequence. A success quickly garnered. The Shinigami’s frail body came crashing to the sun-soaked patio below. The sound of his impact smothered throughout his soft body. Well, all sounds except for one particularly unnerving pop. A crack really. One that rang loudly enough to tingle the ears, and delight the mind with images of shattering bone.

Though the sound could have been anything to Kazura; the injury was soon made painfully clear. With a gasp that stole away his very breath, the small fellow gave out a shrill wail! Laying right where he dropped, Mika soon became the only still feature in the scene. Around him the body count began. Two victims already crumbling to earth. Next to him came down Osumu. The big fellow having lost consciousness long before a word, a scream, hell...even a sigh would escape him. Face bloodied by the impact of inhuman force. The back of his bald head receiving an almost equal blow as it found the ground. Outstretched, lifeless limbs taking a few more tables with him.

Falling in what could have been a cadence was the jabber jaw. A phrase that wasn’t likely to describe the gangster for many weeks to come. Maybe ever again. With the damage inflicted upon his jaw, there was undoubtedly wires in his future. Steel to bind the bones shut. Hell, he might just get stitching. The kind that keeps his lips sealed for the viewing ceremony.He too was reduced to nothing more than a decently dressed pile of degenerate. At least he went down with a bit more style. Flipping round a few times before shattering yet another table. Though the other guests would find all this commotion most intrusive in their meals; they would not be the most put out by it all. No, that favor was to be decided in the next few moments. Those precious seconds where the initial surge would slump. Where Kazura would be left standing alone amid the valley of trashed tables and bikers. A surreal sight for the rest of the thugs…

”Shimataaa-” One of the remaining vagabonds began to exclaim. A word left unfinished by the sudden soun-*BANG*. A warm feeling spread across his right arm. A feeling soon supplanted by a most discomforting burning. Certainly this wasn’t something completely new for someone as daring as Uzaki-san? Surely in his more secretive affairs, this sort of thing had occurred before? Nothing more than a minor, grazing wound. Streaking across the top of his limp, near the curve of his shoulder. The bullet was small caliber. The injury was nothing more than a scratch. The person on the other end of the weapon responsible for the damage...highly untrained.

For good reason! Guns in Japan were nearly impossible to acquire and maintain! Despite the dramatization of establishments such as the Yakuza, gun laws were effective! Normal criminals had no need for firearms. There were always other methods! So what were these fools doing? Where did they get them...and what could possibly give them the courage to risk such an obnoxious, obvious weapon in public?! With but a glance Kazura could get the answer to such querey. For before him were six grown men, all terrified, as though they were face to face with the devil himself. Upon each of their faces was a stuck look of dread.

Their skin all drained of color. Their stares all lost in the thousand yards. None of them could explain it. They did not know how. The terror that gripped them took away all hesitation or restraint. Nothing remained for them to rationalize their chances or odds. It didn’t matter that this man moved faster than their sight. It was of no consequence that his skills already debilitated two of their own. They only knew that they were in danger. That they might die. That they wanted nothing more than to live. For some this meant drawing the sidearms buckled under their jackets. For others it meant twisting about, turning away before a desperate, fleeing sprint. What would their fear mean to Kazura?

There would be ample time for the CEO to decide. With relativity and all that. Seconds droning on as heightened senses drove them all. All of it seemingly beginning with that first resonating shot. More damaging than the actual projected lead, was the vibrations of discharge. The entirely unfamiliar, yet utterly unmistakable cascade of noise. Everyone around them picking up on it. The signal for panic and horror. The gunshot. Oh, how the streets and innocents were unprepared. Suddenly there were so many more sounds around him. Screams, loud and sincere. Screeching, tires wheeling against the pavement as the flight instinct took hold. Crunching of plastic as cars collided. Scratching and grating as steel chairs tore across cobbled flooring. The pounding of hearts and gasping of breathes, as Fullbringer and humans prepare for the plunge.

The clicking of heavy metal, as three more hammers were drawn into the ready position. Four men now revealed to be equally armed. Each bolstering a semi-automatic pistol fresh from the holster. Small pieces. Light. Easy to move, and swift to lift. Even without expertise or proper training, these men could wield these wares like toys. A troubling fact; for more than simple dexterity. The thugs didn’t simply handle them like toys; in many ways they believed them toys. Tools without real consequences. Devices of power which could possibly right the wrongs done unto them. Wrongs like the chill spreading up their collective spines. After all, no one likes being stripped of bravado.

Having courage is always admired, but it is never graceful when it leaves. There are always holes left behind. Empty places that echo and beg for some show of force of capability. Something to fill in the helpless void. In today’s particular case, the call was for violence. Terrible and loud. Quick and bloody. These men would kill this monster that played a man. Shoot him with their toys and regain their power. What did they care if some shots went stray? Who were they to care what devastation misplaced death can sow? Time for questions had by then come and gone. Morals weighed and found empty, bikers sought to make the same of their clips. A cascade of pops and trailing bangs began to play. The smell of heat poured forth as the air chambers began to burn. Kazura would need to act quickly simply to avoid the incoming hail of metal. Whether or not the soul could escape danger was not a question. What was truly a mystery...was whether or not they could...

A myriad of cafe goers had now sprung from their seats. Within just a few steps there were three such individuals. An elderly couple having only just lifted themselves up from the table that Goro pummeled. The other bystandard, a waitress. The very same young woman who had been serving their table. The small thing had been stricken by the same fright which originally gripped the gangsters. The sensation of Kazura’s spiritual exertion enough to leave her quite statuesque. Not a good time for it with the incoming fire. Hot, life ending shards all about. All meant for another. None of them really picky about who would cool their advance. The couple would be moving slowly. Even in panic and flurry. The woman tried with all her might to cling to her husband. Feeble hands having long lost the strength of youth. Slipping with his every motion and turn. Her spouse proving quite incapable of compensating for his love’s weakness. Clearly showing signs of struggle as he tried to both lift and pull her along. His own strength not nearly enough to hurry them along.

As for the waitress. Her face was still turned towards the CEO. The added sound of gunfire did little to ruin the much more damning power of his aura. All around her thin figure the bullets would sail. How many would it take before one curved a little too far one way or another. Vereing just far enough to rend her flesh? Guess chance would tell. Then there was the final case of the Shinigami. Being low enough to the ground to taste it, Mika had been more or less removed from the fray. Every shot should sail harmlessly over the researcher. Such was the hope. Unlike Uzaki, Mika was not possessing the necessary physical traits to escape. Being Kazura’s inferior in this regard, by such a tragic amount, he would not place himself in harm’s way. The elderly couple. The young, attentive waitress. They would find no savior in the cripple. Hell, he might not have a savior in himself.

What this situation desperately needed...was civility. Some law and order overwhelm the wishes and intentions of evil-doers. As cliche as it may sound, it was truth. This was not the sort of fight that Kazura should find himself entwined with. Common, albeit armed, thugs? Nonspiritual innocents? Humans or not, these types had their protectors. So no matter what the CEO did to resolve this situation, it was too much. No matter what steps he devoted to rescue or punishment, they were too many. Such a thought should run through his head. Between the seconds in which he whirled between bullets and blinks of the eye. Why was he being involved? What was the connection that brought these fellows here?

Their interactions with Mika seemed quite familiar. Acknowledgements of mutual of acquaintance had even been exchanged. Why would a Shinigami be involved with the likes of them? To what end or benefit? Answers would need to be drug out. Thankfully, there were plenty of here capable of providing them. If left alive. Mika, of course, in this group of suspects. Though...what if he proved reluctant to reveal anything? How trustworthy could he be, given his near traitorous desire to aid the mortal? Ah...but Kazura did not know about that yet, did he? The finer details of Soul Society regulation and conduct. Nothing at all about the rules that might have been broken by alliance. Mmm. Fascinating...certainly something to bring up after the four gunman had exhausted their clips, and Kazura cleared their consciousnesses.

[Kazura Uzaki]

OOC: I thought I'd take some creative liberties and pull a Stark Industries. I can take it out if it takes the thread a direction that you didn't intend.

Tsk. Human beings, when scared, turn into either puddles of goo or dogs. Kazura stood up from having taken down the two vocal thugs, only to watch as the six other men next to the bikes pulled out handguns. The first bullet caught Kazura by surprise, still focused on the two thugs that he had put on the ground, but he reached out with Soul Command to will the lead to stop and fall to the ground harmlessly. The ground was the only other thing that the bullet in particular hit, Kazura's arm being the first grazed target.

While Japan may not have had easy access to weapons such as these, Kazura was more than familiar with the weapons as his company secretly sold them to the spiritual population in order to better defend themselves against Hollows and the like. So he was adequately prepared for the weapons, with a defense ready. He would simply Soul Command the bullets before they hit him. The hail of semi-automatic bullets would be difficult to all catch individually, but with Kazura's supercomputer instincts, Soul Command at the ready and Soul Dominance prepared just in case, the Fullbringer was ready to protect the patio.

As the bullets started firing, Kazura noticed a 3 round burst shooting out from each gun. Not too uncommon in an assault rifle, but definitely unusual in a semi-auto pistol. The Fullbringer began his defensive work, redirecting the first three bullets into the cafe's camera system to deactivate that and remove any evidence of his work. Using Soul command on that scale every time would be greatly tiring, so Kazura used Soul Dominance to form a large bubble of highly condensed air that would stop the random hail of bullets from these guns.

The elderly couple would be rushing to escape, and they would find a safe path as Kazura personally caught each bullet with his mind and Will, letting none escape his powers. His mind could process the trajectory of each individual spray of bullets, direct attention to it, and render it completely harmless in a mere moment. The wife would cling to her husband, and he would clutch her tightly as they rushed through the back door of the cafe and out into the street on the other side of it. The waitress would need different treatment as she was fixated on Kazura. Though he was in disguise, he didn't need people spreading stories of bullet catching Jedi or something.

As the thugs ran out of bullets, Kazura used Soul Dominance again to force every bullet forcibly into the ground with the same force that it would have had from the gun, just for show. To a detective looking at the scene, the bullets would simply appear to have missed any living targets. Save for the droplets of blood that had flown off of Kazura's arm from the graze. Those droplets had been collected by Soul Command and stuffed into the inside of Kazura's shoe, where it wouldn't leak onto the ground at all. Kazura's last use of Soul Command was to push a small focused bit of air into the side of the waitresses neck, causing her jugular to be depressed and causing her to lose consciousness.

With Movement, Kazura caught her before she fell and set her gently on the ground. The thugs, however, wouldn't get such treatment. Kazura disappeared in a flash of light, using Bringer Light to rush into their midst. With a flurry of punches and kicks, they were all on the ground before they could react to the man suddenly being in front of them. They didn't even have time to reload. Once they were on the ground, Kazura checked his suspicion and was horrified. Each of their weapons was branded one of his.

While not specifically branded UE, because of gun laws and under the radar sales, he knew his own products. This was the UE2 Handgun, a weapon specifically crafted by himself. What was it doing in the hands of criminals? Kazura would certainly find out... But for now he was tired. He had gone through a lot of energy in a short period of time. He didn't even have the energy to help Mika up off the ground. He slumped into a chair and waited for the Shinigami to recover on his own.

Remaining Reiatsu: 3275/4000 (-250 at least 10 uses of Soul Command, -300 2x Soul Dominance, -25 Movement, -50 Bringer Light)

[MrDoctorDo]

(OoC: I really have to commend you for thinking of everything. Not only the street level security camera, but the blood sample. I admit that the grazing was going to be a way for both Mika to get some blood, and to link this event back to Kazura in later stuff I was planning to do. XD On one hand, the plans are ruined, on the other I am freaking thrilled I get to come up with new stuff. Better stuff! Worse stuff! For now, let’s resolve this all.)

The human world was becoming a strange, and honestly, exciting place. For so long the worries of mortals were...just that. The worries of mortals. However, the times were changing. In no better way could the new zeitgeist be viewed, than a spectators perspective of this scene. A man, who has long left the frailty and impedance of mortality behind. Though Kazura may still occupy this world. Though he may mingle among her inhabitants...he was not one of them anymore. Mika, whom despite his spiritual gifts, found it nigh impossible to follow all of Uzaki-san’s actions.

The deft way that the Fullbringer managed his abilities and the situation, a masterful display. Even among the hail of gunfire, Miak could not consider anything else. Not even the danger that the weapons posed to him. In fact...despite his aptitude for noticing the finer details; Mika was without any knowledge of the weapons’ unique qualities. The strangeness of their firing mechanisms, irrelevant. The peculiarity of their manufacturing, insubstantial. The fact that they could cause to spiritual beings...most troubling. Or, at least, it would have been if he knew.

Instead he remained in ignorance. Silently awestruck at the CEO’s spectacle. Already dissecting the method and mannerisms that went into creating such marvelous Bringer techniques. Wishing to observe the functionality of such powers in a more controlled environment. Wanting to ask so many questions. Even more keen on the idea of taking apart someone with such capacities. Kazura wasn’t a viable candidate, although he was a perfect specimen. Even proposing such a thing to the man, in regards to other of his kind, might result in the same treatment that the biker’s were receiving. The thought of which made Mika’s intestines curdle.

Speaking of those poor, unfortunate souls. The biker’s barrage was a full assault. The gentlemen weren’t accustomed to gun fights in their usual circles. Intimidation always earning them everything they needed. So now that the opportunity finally came to use the toys, they held nothing back. Even as Uzaki gracefully neutralized their onslaught, their minds were too focused to interpret their failings. They all just kept pulling their triggers. Instinctually hoping for the man to drop...as was the expectation. Even after all the rounds had been expended from their clips, a few still couldn’t overcome their tunnel-vision.

These fools just kept squeezing; while their opponent provided a retort. Swift, and terrible retribution for the risks they had brought to innocents. With the same flicker that had preceded the defeats of Osumu and Shimata, the rest of their brothers soon found the ground. One after another, incapacitated. Each comatose. None guaranteed to survive. Kazura may not have intended to kill, but these men were not built to withstand the force that a Fullbringer could provide. The cracking of bones and the squelching of softer tissues were like music to Mika’s ears. Too bad the song was soon to end, and an all new chorus was ready to begin. One not conducted by Kazura. Nor played on any instrument of the flesh.

No, instead it was the distant droning of mechanical nuisance. The droning sounds of sirens far away. The cautionary tunes called out over the other sounds of the city streets. Over the gather screams of terrified onlookers. Among them were many variations of tone and tempo. Responders of all types were rushing towards this area now. Some in cars, many others on smaller vehicles capable of traversing the ever open sidewalks. There might even be a helicopter in the sky. Who knows, maybe even some sort of automotive marvel that Uzaki-san provided to the city from his own factories. No matter what might be coming, they all posed the same threat. Discovery.

Sure, the Fullbringer had been beyond wise in his management of risk. The bullets, the cameras, the blood currently pooling in his shoe. However, none of that would help if they were seen by authorities. The disguise he sported, not much to criminal investigators. It was bad enough that the bulk of these happening took place across the street from his tower. In a district where gang violence, or even presence, is almost unheard of. There would be a lot of work to smooth over this little cataclysm in the days and weeks to come.

For now though, ”If there is nothing else…” Said with bit of a choke, it was clear that Mika was having to catch his breath. ”I believe we have reached agreeable terms.” Having finally struggled, awkwardly, back to his feet; Mika stepped back to their table. Squatting down to search the ground nearby, to find something that had been tossed from the flipped furniture. ”I know how to contact you. After your IT department analyzes my phone, you will have an avenue to call me...maybe.” At that point, Mika stood once more. In his hand he clutched the small device he had produced earlier. The USB-looking doodad. Turning to Kazura with it held up, giving the sliding switch on a it a push.

In the very same instance that he did so, Uzaki’s phone would begin to chirp and ring. Every message he was intended to receive since arriving here, now pouring back in. With a grin, the smaller fellow reached into one of the many pockets on his tacky vest. Producing yet another device. This one...even more mundane than the portable switch. It looked to be nothing more than common cellular device. Not something from another world, and not something particularly exceptional for this one either. However, it didn’t need to be any of those things. Pressing the the analog call button on the dated hardware, it seemed Mika was placing a call. In the moment to follow, a shiver would travel up the Fullbringer’s back. Nothing harmful, but certainly not pleasant. A sensation akin to the accumulation of static charge. A prelude the the finale of their rambunctious tea-time.

In every direction the few visible lights would flicker and disappear. Street lamps and interior overheads all fading out. The cell phone that had just now returned to active life, now quieted down once more. Beyond their immediate location. Within the crowds who had not yet fled the combat zone. Dozens of individuals fidgeted and cursed with their own phones and devices. There was no hiding or denying the effect. An electrical pulse had been emitted within the the surrounding region. One strong enough to damage electrical devices of varying builds. Ruining the more poorly designed, while only incapacitating the more rigorous constructs.

Things like the foremost technological genius’ personal communicator? Certainly the military grade, “walkie-talkie” that Mika had implemented as a trigger. The fiberglass layered toy now casually gliding through the air towards Uzaki. On the device was just two numbers. One that would, unsurprisingly, no longer be in use. The other quite obviously an intended connection. A lead for Kazura to follow, when he so desired. As for the scientist, he was going to make his exit amidst the chaos now unfurling. This was going to be his one and only time to exit the area. A strategy the billionaire should consider for himself. This wouldn’t be the last they tangle with each other...

[Kazura Uzaki]

OOC: Woohoo, I get to finish up a thread! One down.... like 9 to go...

With everybody protected and saved, the bad guys taken out, and all loose ends wrapped up, Kazura moved to follow up with Mika who now had picked himself up off the ground. ”If there is nothing else… I believe we have reached agreeable terms.” Kazura didn't even have to think about it. Yes, they had reached terms that they both could agree on. Mika would live in this world, maybe not completely but at least in part, and perform research while Kazura kept tabs on him and stepped in only when absolutely necessary. That sort of thing. And they both would benefit from the knowledge and talents of the other.

Mika released the ban on cell signal for a moment before frying just about everything in the area. Kazura received a good number of texts and emails in that amount of time, but thankfully nothing too urgent since they knew that he was taking lunch with a "client" which to them meant he was taking liberties with a few seduced women. They wouldn't bother him unless absolutely urgent, so the emails and texts he got were more personal than business related. Which meant they could wait, especially since now Kazura's phone was temporarily disabled.

The Shinigami released his hold on a cell phone with a couple numbers on it which Kazura himself would personally analyze of course, rather than an IT department. Ever since Yoko... Shaking his head to get her out of it, Kazura reminded himself that the past was in the past, and while he may have an IT department in the future, right now it was him and him alone. Which was ok, just disheartening. And in that moment that he let his thoughts wander away from Mika, the Shinigami disappeared into the chaos. The police were coming, so Kazura had to do the same and get out of dodge.

For show, Kazura released his Main Fullbring Level 1 followed immediately by the Level 2 to surround himself in a black armor with an identity hiding helmet. He woke up one of the thugs that he had knocked unconscious using his medical knowledge and a few well placed pokes to sensitive areas such as the sternum. Groaning, all the thug saw when he woke up was the face of an armored demon, as far as he knew, to the point where he almost passed out again but Kazura shook him to keep him alert. "Tell your Boss, or Supplier, or everyone you know if you want, that a Storm is coming down on your heads."

With a flicker of Movement, Kazura stood in the center of the wrecked cafe. "A Storm is coming." With the police so close, Kazura had to disappear fast, and there was only one way to do that. A pillar of light emerged from where Kazura was standing as he used Bringer Light to step upwards and flip over. He then used Air Ground to make a second pillar of light emerge pointing downwards to make one continuous column as he stepped back downwards and flipped over again. The third and fourth steps took Kazura to the roof of UE and then inside the building in an instant, moving so fast that there wasn't even a pillar of light. Sealing up his Fullbring, Kazura exited his office while winking at the surprised secretary.

"You didn't fall asleep, did you? How'd you miss me returning to work?"

---Thread End, to be Continued---