First Domino (Akira/Emil.)

The pale man wouldn't be waiting in anticipation for too long; a long, dark vehicle pulling up to the curb he stood by, mere minutes after the appointed time mentioned in the brief correspondence in response to his request. All the windows barring the driver's were so darkly tinted it was difficult to see who or what may be inside, the vehicle itself clearly of a brand only the wealthy and well contacted would be able to secure. One of the doors containing it's mysteries would slowly open, some halfway between expressing neutrality and not frightening the man, a young lady with ghostly locks and a mask-like helmet obscuring her face and notable features would calmly emerge, hands tucked in front of her with a posture almost robotically perfect.

"Mister Tairitsu Akira," Her voice partially distorted by the helmet's workings would refer to him, though it was obvious it was a gentle girl's voice speaking to him. A calm gesture of the hand would instruct his movements, polite but stiff, as if implying there wasn't much other option in this situation, "The Director would like to honor your request to speak. It would be ill-advised to draw your weapon, do calm your stance."

This gesture was held, the girl standing like a statue until he made his move.

The young lady made no extra comment or attempt at friendliness, only a dark screen dully mirroring the scenery and a body lacking in expression past passivity. With Akira's entrance into the long vehicle, the interior would be as expectantly nice as the exterior, someways into the horizontal seating arrangement did a tall man with his gloved hands laced together, he too possessing a helmet to obscure his features, although it was clearly more sophisticated than the young lady's, fine white locks spilling from the darkness and draping the dark seating, his uniform clearly that of the Vandenreich's ilk - with the additionals to assume he was of importance. In his hand was a tablet he was scrolling through and examining.

"Welcome Mister Tairitsu, I hope you don't mind a leisure drive through the city as we speak," His voice was far more obscured, technologies to disguise his voice clearly in play, but it was perfectly intelligible - the tones of a proper man speaking to him in a professional light, "Another Shinigami in our fray, I trust you understand yourself. Are you partial to alcohol?"

The young lady would close the door behind her, taking a seat within a measured distance of the mysterious figure, one leg folding the other as she sat in silence, the movement of the vehicle smooth and unhindered.

"I understand you wished to speak to me, but there are a few matters I would like to settle before we partake of your business, though I will begin with the one I have determined to be the most disconnected: a reported death was received, and you were involved, allegedly even the perpetrator. I simply would like your testimony - anything you say or do is being recorded currently, so I request you are earnest and concise."

That all seemed to line up perfectly well and good with the report, the darkness staring back in his direction neither soothing nor intimidating as his account concluded. He knew of the woman brought up in the report, though the situation did not currently concern her and her movements; it was rather focused on what could be done with this little speck of action.

"Self defense, you say?" The darkness rippled to life with a waveform, a gloved hand resting the side of his head as he examined the tablet scrolling with information, "Yes, you may be correct; they were not typical humans and therefore the usage of Byakurai perhaps would have been an excusable response... Had you not jumped to such a move. Clearly you have considerable skill in Kido, and had even cast a binding spell on one of the fleeing attackers. Yes yes, you may have been perfectly in the right to use such, but we are not in the Rukongai, Tairitsu. Many are already on edge with the Shinigami walking the streets; what are they to think of, going about their day only to witness a scene such as that?"

Though he brought much emphasis to the potential ill effects of Akira's act, he personally didn't think too severely of it; he wanted something here.

"What you requested to meet me about, I am hoping it is something that would make up for this little... Misrepresentation of character, plus interest. Is it?"

The air would be clear for the man to make his case.

Hands folded, the only thing signifying any kind of thought or feeling from the masked man was the slow tap of a foot as Akira made his case, a rather intriguing one at that. The idea of how to dismiss the Shinigami presence from the city at least was a frequent point of contention; given their nature and status they were a difficult pest to get rid of without worry of a disproportionately destructive response that they were all too fond of exercising, even with their little show of dulled teeth. He was well informed of their history, and he knew far too well the risk of causing an upset with them, directly or no - it simply was not worth the energy or resources.

Though this proposition was something they didn't have ready access to; a disease. It wasn't an unconsidered path, but one locked off in it's inaccessibility - they lacked samples or proper development to tread that way, but here this Shinigami was, joining out of the blue and presenting an avenue... Hm. Either his record of character was correct in him having quite the chip on the shoulder with them, or this was an all too convenient ploy. A smile grew on his hidden lips at this intriguing risk.

"Your plan is quite intriguing, and if you are truthful you are of the quality to perform it, however..." His fingers drummed his thigh, lights dancing across the dimmed windows with the vehicle's smooth traversal through the district, "You understand that you are being held under quite the amount of scrutiny, not simply by me but our peers as well; it wouldn't look terribly well on I nor the Todgestalten as a whole to simply hand off resources to one many may view as an enemy, regardless of your true status. Scrubbing the records hides only so much, you see."

A brief pause to gather his thoughts, the menacing presence would go on and speak, "Although the presence of the previous Albedochiffren Director's ability would make this rather rock solid, we will have to settle for a plain bit of recordkeeping - Here are the conditions I expect to be upheld and will be contained in a proper document for you to agree to: Firstly, you are to give weekly reports detailing your progress, movements, and communications; we will have avenues to ensure discretion. Secondly, you are to provide itemized lists of what this funding is going toward. Thirdly, I expect the conclusion of this work to be completed within six months, and visible results within a year. A detail out of place, funds misappropriated even once, or if your progress appears to be too sluggish, you are cut off entirely and your self... Dealt with."

His legs crossed, leaning back with all the calm and composure of one who had sung a lullaby, his gaze fixed on his little subject, "Are we in agreement, Tairitsu? I certainly hope you will not disappoint us."

It wasn't as if this little project required the rigorous testing and checks that the medicinal industry required, in addition if he was truly as informed as he claimed, he absolutely could conduct something such as this in such a short timeframe with the right resources. He had several phone calls to make after this meeting, a favor or two to call in... But if this was squandered, it would be dealt with quickly and cleanly.

Emil was a man willing to play the game and take risks, but this was an opportunity he was not wholly interested in losing out on. Despite his anxieties, this little traitor could prove to be vital in leveling this troublesome playing field they had been dealt.

"All is well and good, but... I caught that little spell of incredulity in you," He'd speak with a wagging finger, "Don't you worry good sir, consider my tight expectations more of a show of confidence in your ability, than tightening the leash to a stranglehold. With your success will come reward, I can promise you that well. No hard working compatriot of mine goes empty-handed - we can discuss such a condition when you have completed that six-month milestone."

No need to stew bad blood, else in the event of success it would simply be cutting the nose to spite your face, he considered.