Ultra Cutie Breakin' [Bambietta, Igen]

Given all the people who'd been injured down on Earth, and who were now pushing themselves to get better in the aftermath, it wasn't any wonder that Bambietta was seeing a lot more time helping out in 2nd division with medical work. Of course, that was only part of what she had time for, and plenty of her other hours were spent either keeping Amou company or offering insight into the hospital explosion for 6th.

She was, by most people's metrics, probably running herself a little ragged, but she didn't mind. It was way better than sitting around being useless, after all. With a sigh as she approached the hospital bed holding one particular patient, Bambietta spoke in a way that was somewhere between "concerned older sister" and "genuinely annoyed overworked secretary."

"Hey, you really shouldn't push yourself quite this much when you're training, you know. I read about what happened already, sparring with a captain?"

Despite her chiding, Bambietta had already started assessing the injuries, and it didn't take terribly long for her to nod sagely to herself before she opened the case on her back, looking through the countless talismans she kept in there to see if she had what she needed.

"You at least get some good hits in?"

"Yeah, I'd kinda figure you were, after something like that."

Bambietta's attention was only half on Igen as she continued to dig through her bag of talismans, until her expression brightened a bit and she began pulling several small, tightly-wound scrolls out of the pouch. This was probably a good way to handle something like this, and hey, what was the worst that could happen? It wasn't like she was stupid enough to just use untested technology on a patient, but she also hadn't ever done it for something of this scale.

"I've been okay. Busier than normal, but I don't really mind that. They've needed me to help out around here a lot."

A faintly smug tone crept into her voice as she said that last little bit, and Bambietta's attention was more on Igen's injuries now as she pulled the Kido Gun Mk. II from her back, loading the kaido talismans into it like shotgun shells.

"Well, I did ask for reports on what happened after you came in all torn up. That'd be the smart thing to do with such serious injuries, wouldn't you say?"

Only after she'd finished loading a full 9 shells into the magazine did Bambietta pause, her expression seeming somewhere between "pensive thought" and "earnest confusion at his question." Right, most people didn't keep up with her research. Maybe they should've, really, but she'd have to get out more for that. One thing at a time.

"This is an invention of mine. It's called the Kizokushahou, but I just call it the Kido Gun Mark Two. I used some old notes from the 3rd Division, put a little brain power into it, and here we are. Shoots kido faster than I can. Anyway, I put 9 pretty good kaido in there, so hold still."

Without really waiting for anything, Bambietta leveled the Kido Gun squarely toward Igen's chest, aiming quite intently despite it being more or less point blank, and pulled the trigger, a 3-round burst of kaido immediately blasting out of the barrel and directly into Igen.

Not bad.

"It's not meant as a replacement for usual treatment. If kaido were that good, we wouldn't really have use for much of a hospital, would we? I just wanted to get your big injuries handled so they didn't get any worse."

Getting messed up by a Captain wasn't exactly an everyday injury, so she'd rather let his body recover naturally than just speed things up. Especially given the nature of the wounds when he'd actually gotten here... That was something she'd have to keep in the notes for later.

"Well, the first Kido Gun didn't really shoot much of anything special, far as I can tell. Just a big blast, which is pretty cool, so obviously I don't mind that idea. But this one's more versatile, I gave it a little more to work with. You should see it pump out three Raikoho."

Bambietta blinked once or twice as she took in what Igen was saying, her expression something between "perplexment" and "annoyance" at Igen's explanations on kaido. She'd been 4th seat of the 2nd division, she was pretty aware of the higher end of what kaido entailed. She definitely wouldn’t be here helping in a hospital environment without even being in the division otherwise.

"Well, yeah, but I don't think even Captain Kuchiki's reattaching limbs and stuff on the fly in the middle of a fight. Kaido's honestly not super practical outside doing patchups and emergency work, you know? The energy's gotta come from somewhere, and big injuries take a whole lot, especially all at once."

Despite the fact that she was still doing her best to maintain the conversation relatively normally, there was a little bit of bite to her tone, the feeling of being underestimated eating at her from behind her thoughts. It wasn’t a big deal, really. After all, she was a perfectly good shinigami, with a lot of reason not to be bothered by what was probably just a little bit of miscommunication.

Of course, if Bambietta were good at keeping those nagging insecurities at bay, her life certainly wouldn’t have gone the way it had.

"It's got a few things I invented myself going on. I'm not really ready to make any of it public yet. Still needs some work."

And, admittedly, Bambietta knew that maybe not everyone actually needed access to something like this. She'd invented it herself, made it to her specifications, and for all her improvements, she understood that something made by her was something inherently dangerous. The bombing at the hospital, too, had only made it all the more obvious to her that her talismans were a potential recipe for disaster. Call it paranoia, or just gut instinct from growing up on the streets, but she didn't think she needed to make any of this public any time soon.