Meeting Evolution! (Akira/Kizuna)

R

That went well.

The engagement with Sumana and the resort had brought an acquisition of allies, by extension a gateway to other beneficiaries within the future. R was grateful for this, though he wasn’t subtle about a level of tiredness that began to weigh down on him, all that moving, talking, wordplay. Akira truly felt mentally steamed yet he was also aware more had to be done, before leaving Brazil. There was one official meeting left, Trest.

They held an interesting team of security operatives which he pondered could be hired for the sake of -securing- something on his behalf, though work could wait for a moment. Brazil and by extension the resort was known for this cohabitation nowadays with Arrancar, bringing about a level of curiosity as he was currently biting into a spiced kebab, eyes darting to a rather burning heat.

."Heat. Why is it always warm…”

The nearby forests of Brazil were known for both beauty and danger, taking in a more rural view. Who knew what the future would bring now his boot was within the doorway of his ventures against the Gotei.

KIZUNA ISHIMARU

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

Computing.

Registering…

Concluded.

The straining swimsuit had blitz Akira worst than the Demons did America. He had to register the oncoming beer can, left hand reacting to grasp it, though he wasn’t a beer drinker, an immediate move to place it against the base of the neck, cooling a rise in both blood and heat. She was stunning. Focus Akira. R wasn’t so malleable but by all that was the Soul Cycle he couldn’t let his true self bleed into this situation right now.

A smirk seemed to follow after some rather obvious gawking, a little leering.

."Well! I mean- Hrm. i’ve heard women dig the whole refined stick, adds an element of mystery…Then you add the heat, country and I suppose I look a little dumb.”

He chuckled softly, furthering his retort to Kizuna. She knew of their dealings already? Interesting.

."I take offense to the whole trying though, I feel I am successfully scheming. It is the result I am trying to provide in accordance, Pardon me for being a little rude, R by the way. Did Sumana send you as part of the service here or am I greeting someone entrusted?”

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

Savage.

It was a brutal and easy deduction that for most was enough, Akira was truly unable to engage with women on a good day. Add in a swimsuit and such a facade was easily cracked, unlike Isamu whom truth be told, he had time to reinforce that awkwardness. R’s theatrics rapidly faded, an exhale coming from the throat as a palm dragged across his feature, confidence in abundance but it was the female part that caused it to falter.

If her eye and sense were keen enough, a level of genuine self awareness to each minute movement became clearer, alongside the odd fluctuation that could fool most in that this was a gigai.

R’s voice shifted a little, a soft chuckle escaping into the surrounding area as his shoulders gave in a little.

."When one strives for things as I do, sacrifices have to be made. Engaging with pretty women is one of them. Apologies. Juggling a basic social life can be exhausting, though I suppose R stands for Retarded in this instance. Ironic no? Clever me, confident me yet a swimsuit causes my whole world to break.”

He wasn’t saddened per say, actually confidence still radiated from him. It was more of a candid fact.

."I’ve yet to meet the boss herself, not important enough for those big meetings as of the moment. I take it you enjoy the resort and its many delicacies as you see eye to eye? ”

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R

Ears rang like the bells of notre dame.

The brutal thumping of his heart being the only thing he could focus on right now as Kizuna so easily toyed with his lack of ability to focus. It was odd, to feel the opening of veins as they granted adrenaline access to the rest of the body, casually speaking like it was nothing. Another issue of such emotional height was the insufferable cretin that now began to tug at the earlobe of this drumming.

Zathrusta. He had been quiet, though this was an opportune moment Akira with thoughts that best remain within the back of his mind.

Eyes quickly shifted to the left hand side in an attempt to offer modesty, though something…Switched. Research? That odd feeling which caused him to be so anxious had an anchor as the aloofness began to slip away as quickly as it was infecting, eyes returning to their destination. It would seem from an observer to be entirely sub-concious.

Despite the bare form, R began his response with little issue to respond, even though his eyes tried to remain on her eyes. Their distance meant an eyefull was always prominent.

."Wait. Research? I’m curious if I may ask about these projects? I’ve been working on something on the side myself, Arrancar Hierro is a fascinating thing though I find such can be lost to how to utilize it. Theoretically speaking, one could use muscle memory to allow for a hardening of flesh on impact to minimize internal damage. Odd to find such a natural defense be left at its bare minimum in potential.”

He sounded disappointed in that, exhaling a little softly before glancing around for something more to his speed in regards to beverages, scotch, a monster can. Either sufficed.

KIZUNA ISHIMARU

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R

An opportunity to try out Hierro?!

R unceremoniously chucked off the overcoat which clung to each shoulder, letting it fall easily upon a nearby surface before his right hand lifted to undo a hooked pencil, a small notepad. Akira recalled his fight with Priscilla, an attempt to create a brand new defensive Kido hadn’t gone entirely as he so desired. The intricate scribbles of a skeletal structure sketched out with a bunch of cliff notes on the internal workings of Blut in to most, looks akin to mad man ravings.

He circled around Hierro? An affect he had yet to study at length, then tucked it within the breast pocket.
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."That is certainly insightful, I always thought the issue with Hierro was the kinetic aftermath that damaged organs. So I wondered if like water, one could train their muscles to tense and disperse it across the flesh, assuring there isn’t any nasty after effects.”

R then swiftly shifted closer to Kizuna, seemingly a mind so heavily focused on research. A true nerd. Had entirely mitigated the anxiety around pretty, naked women. The knuckles chaffed a little as the black glove was removed, only shortly following with a harsh right hook toward the abs.

He was as strong as your average human, no doubt causing some bruising..

KIZUNA ISHIMARU

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