A Daytime Wander (Lerna, Armina)

Well, that was good at least. The last thing she needed was for the woman to heel turn and suddenly care about winning the fight. Truth be told, she'd half expected that. What with the rumors, but well. Still that ...complicated things. As she realized that apparently, the Fourth Seat was....incredibly into her. Not that that hadn't been obvious before. But going so far as to all but throw a fight? From a member of the Fourth? This woman was smitten apparently, and there was a look of ....confusion written across Lerna's face as she came to realize that. Because she was aggressive? The very thing that she had to worry about keeping under wraps, apparently was attractive. And some small part of her wished one of her friends was here to help her out with this.

"I'm pretty sure I'd just lose." She stated calmly. The notion that she'd have a chance against BANKAI was pretty ridiculous. She'd had trouble managing the woman with that speed deficit. To be closer by that margin, AND for the other woman to just flat out be tougher and stronger than her? And to have an even MORE aggressive release? She was aware she'd be fucked.

The offer gave her pause. And for just a moment, a certain maiden with black hair entered her thoughts, a brief flash of red, and a gentle smile. Her shoulders tensed as she briefly found herself thinking of them. Remembering the look on her face. Was this what she'd felt like? To be so thrown off?

[vcolor=orchid]"Deal."[/color] She unclasped her hand from the woman's throat as she stood up, and that veil of alcohol slowly collapsed in and collected along her frame, before vanishing completely. to Armina it might even seem like she'd sealed her shikai if she didn't understand what was happening. All the same, that armored glass dissolved and was absorbed into Lerna's frame. Those cracks, cuts, bruises, and cuts from the fight fading as the material was used to repair her gigai. No longer holding Armina down, she reached down and offered her hand to the woman.

"Wanna go cash that in now?"

She certainly seemed surprised. Not that she blamed her. The woman casually admitting to pastimes of wanton murder certainly made her a dangerous date if anything. And this had hardly been the Lady and the Tramp of first meetings. But, she was....interested. Curious about just what it was that caught this woman's interest. And curious about how she might feel once she got to know the woman. Even so, she perked up when she noticed the threatening stance Armina had and promptly reached out to snare the woman's wrist when that threat started to pass her lips, giving a light tug to turn them her way, before offering a casual smile.

"Hey there. you're not ashamed of associating with me already are ya?" She promptly interrupted. Promptly deflecting that aggression towards the kido corps. They had enough problems without fourth giving them trouble. Besides, she doubted they'd have seen through her bubble when it went down, at least not too clearly.

Of course, Armina's question caused Lerna to raise a brow before flashing a smile. "Oh huh, I'd have thought fourth would know me by now after I fought alongside your Third seat." She murmured, reaching up and lightly running her fingers through her hair, a slow smooth wave of black flowing through the locks as she went from blonde to Ravenette in a smooth motion.

"I'm Fourth Seat of Seventh Division, Lerna. Mod soul. All that damage you did? Was done to a gigai, which isn't that hard to fix. We mod souls are designed to be able to work with dead bodies after all. A bit of banging up easy to work with." She noted with a lopsided little smile. Not like it was a big secret. Ever since Murasaki stating that she'd look out for her, she'd been open about it when it came up.

Besides. She was curious how Armina would react to the knowledge.

Lerna snorted softly at that and raised a brow. "I wouldn't fucking care. What, is fourth division worried about its optics? Who cares what dumb shit gets spread around for romantic shit. I'd be more worried about actually hurting someone in a spar over some gay high school chatter." She noted without even a hint of hesitation, tilting her head. "I'd be a whole lot more concerned being seen with some insecure woman trying to bully people into keeping their mouths shut." She noted with a lopsided smile.

"Why? You got a Kido type Zanpaku'to. Does it matter if you also use Kido?" She ventured with a slight tilt of her head.

Of course on the subject of Shura, Lerna just gave a shrug of her shoulders. All she knew about the woman was she had a bad reputation and swas on the strong side of things. At least she WAS. Hadn't heard about the girl in a while, almost wondered if she got hurt in africa or something.

"No, not really. I don't really know how most people are gonna react to hearing about what I am. Some people don't care, others care a whole lot. I don't concern myself too much with it. If you had a problem, I'd just beat your ass and call you a loser." She noted with a sly grin, amused that Armina seemed to yet again, continue complimenting her. Was she really that much of a catch? Not like tons of people asked her out. Then again she WAS a bit on the freaky side, maybe people were scared. The few who DID ask her out always did seem a little nervous. Well, other than Armina.

"On that note, I should inform ya that I don't drink alcohol. So you wanna go just get lunch instead?"

Lerna didn't smile. She, in fact, gave Armina a serious look on the subject of injuries during training. But she didnm't break into a lecture or anything. She would hope that enough stories of serious injuries during spars would be sufficient, but she wasn't out here to get into all that. So she kept it simple. "I hope you're well aware that any ...SERIOUS injuries incurred on my men will not be looked kindly upon. Some manner of restraint is expected when sparring." She stated firmly.

"Also I hate to break it to you but Elemental is a subsection of Kidop type Zanpaku'to. You got a kido type Zan." She pointed out. Briefly tempted to go into detail about how the last TWO captains both have kido types. But well. She didn't care enough to push the subject. Frankly she always thought that stigma was strange. Still.

The comment about her being a Mod soul was nodded along with. But she didn't go pushing the subject. She wasn't here to talk about her own lot in that vein. And she started heading out. Making her way off to where she intended to have lunch, and certainly Armina was welcome to join her if she wanted.

"Bad Experience. Was a bit of a troublemaker when I was younger, and come people decided to do something about it. Left out a whole barrel of sake as an offering. So naturally I drank the whole thing and passed out. They snuck up on me when I was conked out and cut my head off. I've abstained from the stuff as much as possible ever since."

Huh, well she supposed not everyone made it through the academy fully stocked. Still, it was something she'd looked up herself after she unlocked her Shikai. Kido type all the way, as it were. True melee types seemed to be more common though. Still, she didn't linger on the subject. Rather, she instead focused on the path ahead of them. They were heading to a nice little spot. A bar that had some decent food. True, she wasn't planning on drinking, but the ambience was still important.

"Heh, well so long as you don't mind me having a soda instead of something hard. I'm glad you get it." She noted, flashing a little wink toward Armina as they arrived. The palce was off the beaten path a bit, at the very edge of the nearest shopping district. And once they were inside, it was much more cosy. A few shinigami here and there taking a load off. While Lerna led them right up to the bar itself. "Feel free to order yourself whatever you like. I did promise you a drink after all, don't feel like you gotta hold back because of me."