Fried Frustration (Akira/Giselle)

She had to admit, as nice as it was out in Europe, it was still nice to be in the city of lights for a little bit. The public training areas were a godsend. Not just because they were good and useful for not destroying a bunch of random wastelands. But because it attracted all kinds of spiritual individuals. And as a result, she'd been able to expose herself to a variety of individuals. Not just the errant members of the vandenreich, but also the civillians. A number of which had taken up an interest in keeping themselves safe. It was refreshing to see people striving to improve. Even if perhaps they didn't have tremendous potential, they could still do SOMETHING with themselves. What else could you ask for?

She hummed happily to herself as she made her way toward one of the enclosed sections, and the crackle of spiritual energy caught her attention. Her brows raising slightly in interest as she sensed....huh. A shinigami. Walking into the area, she quirked a brow slightly as she noticed the barriers in place, tilting her head as she watched some sweaty albino murmur about some kinda shinigami nonsense.

"Sup bucko. This area aint taken is it?"

Weird guy. The practiced eyes of the woman surveyed the man that was standing in front of her. The training she got, but the books? That meant whatever he was trying out was on the hella complicated side of things and he wasn't quite smart enough to focus on a single aspect when training. The reiryoku burns made it pretty clear what he was doing. Kido training. Never thought she'd see this shit on earth. Still, he seemed to be friendly-presenting.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tairitsu. And if yer busy I'll be sure to keep off to the side. Looks like yer here for something more technical. She noted with a sidelong smirk, promptly swiping a finger along the console so that a section of the barrier deactivated an she could walk inside, promptly walking past the man toward the other side of the enclosed area, plenty of space for them to train adjacent to one another. "Gotta say though."

She paused in her tracks and glanced over her shoulder.

"You a new recruit or a civie? Not often I see shinigami around here these days since shit got busy for them."

Giselle raised a brow slightly and glanced over her shoulder towards him as she made note of his commentary. "Oh? Interesting. Sounds like Kido is a bit more rigid than Spellcraft if only certain spells can be meshed together. But then again, maybe you're just not that good yet." She noted with a calm smile as she pulled out her phone and linked with the interface, patiently waiting for it to do so as she took a few moments to consider what she herself would be doing for her training. Though the notion of scoping out what this nerd was cooking up certainly came to mind.

Hmmm.

So he joined the Vandenreich for THAT. A rescuee looking to join up with the org that saved them. She kept an even look on her face as she listened to him. That was certainly an interesting backstory. Was soul society just letting their people go awol? Though in response to the question she gave a lopsided little smile. " I was a quincy actually. In the original vandenreich, matter of fact. Not that long ago the City of Lights was attacked, in fact. And Thats when I lost my quincy powers. Been trying to get myself back up to tip top shape since then. Though it's been slow goings since Its not the powers I'm used to." She pointed calmly enough, a hand resting on her hip.

"That said, I don't know why you'd decide to pick a bone with soul society. Well, at least for a reason as slim as that. If you're talking about Capacity to handle problems, it aint like the Vandenreich's much superior in that regard." She chimed as she set her bag down and pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap before promptly setting it on the ground and eyeing the young man curiously.

"I'd ask to see what your spells could do, but I'd probably crumple like a paper. Still, got anything nonlethal ya can pal around with? I know that restraint isn't the shinigami's best trait." She noted with a lopsided little smile. Playfully poking fun.

Giselle simply smiled as the man seemed briefly to flounder at her words. At least until a lpsih little chuckle escaped him and he conceded to her assesment. She knew his type. Seen pelnty of him over the course of her life, and could only feel a bit amused at his 'realization'. They'd certainly find out. IN actuality, it was usually those rules which pushed those guys to their weird little niches. Of course, SAYING he might try to look past those limitations was like a Fish saying he might try to fly. He could certainly try, if he had what it took to overcome every restraint he'd built up around himself.

"That so? And the condolences aren't necessary." She stated simply. She wasn't intent on harping on the situation. That said, it looked like the Reaper was up for a bit of a tussle. IF he thought she could still pack the punch she had against Ichigo he was in for a rude awakening, but whatever. Just meant he'd push her harder. Raising her arms up over her head she leaned her frame from side to side, stretching the muscles along her sides and spine before a sigh escaped her and she fixed the young man with an impish smirk. Sure, she was feeling rough. Nowhere near physically where she used to be. But well, she had a feeling this guy didn't exactly work out.

"That literally means jack all to me. You use whatever you feel like, so long as it won't put a hole in me." She pointed out, a few bright crackles of energy coursing up her forearms as she shifted from foot to foot. Rummaging around in her bag, it took a moment for her to find what she was looking for. Until she finally found it.

A poster for Days Under the Clouds. Some little Romcom that had been set to come out in the spring. A nice little poster showing off a grassy valley with the image of two smiling love interests overlooking the green. All rolled up into a nice little quarterstaff of laughable efficacy.

"Ladies first." She offered with a little smile.

Ahhhh, there it was.

A soft Thump in her ears as she faced the young man. The training she'd been doing with Candice had certainly borne a fair amount of fruit already. It had been fucking awful. From being barely able to move around with a cane, to now being able to move freely, she had felt herself all but wasting away, and she'd had to fight her way to ...well..barely serviceable. She was jack all compared to what she once was. But now, facing a familiar opponent. A shinigami.
An enemy she had fought so many times in her life.

She couldn't help but feel her blood heat up in excitement as she watched the man closely. So many times under the banner of Quincy Pride. In defiance of their desire for erasure. And now? She wasn't even a quincy anymore. But still some of that vim and vigor was slowly boiling back up. She found a smile on her face as she stood infront of Kira, and a slow coil of bright green flames began to creep up the length of her body. The air around her growing hotter as she watched Akira relaxing, while she was doing anything but.

She was getting excited. Amped up. And that green flame sank into the ground beneath her as he lunged towards her. She vanished with a burst of speed. Bringer Light launching her towards him as those spells launched. As that bright red mist formed, those bright flames slammed into the ground, causing it to lurch, the very path she was walking being ripped upwards, creating a small ledge, the material flexing for just a moment. Elastic as it launched her up and into the air above Akira as that thick net formed within. Not that she cared. Her Reikaku locked onto where his reiatsu was strongest, and she kicked off a pocket of her own reiryoku, launching herself at the man from above as she aimed to slam her heel down onto where his head had been before the mist had gone up. A shock of green light flashing down through the air, intent on flowing past Akira's body and into the ground below. Whereupon the floor tiles would shatter, filling the air with tiny pieces of stone, which would then shoot at him from all around him, intent on peppering him with the shrapnel with the force of a paintball. Entirely nonlethal, but plenty painful.

Though at this juncture, she would still be entirely unaware of the presence of that Net.