Static Situation. (Akira/Medeia)

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Akira was tired to say the least, a plane ride there, an engagement here. Such things took mental exhaustion to a brand new height when handling the kerfuffle that was intricate political contracts that saw a band of misfits roped together. Ironic. Sabriel was the only of them, the Arrancar that knew who rested behind the gigai. This final element to it all was an interesting individual from rumor. Allegedly a woman of talent but these stories didn’t make sense, everything suggested some odd elongation of life? As if she somehow was beyond her years? These stories, no doubt exaggerated by enemy or ally alike, had hooked him though the United Kingdom was hardly easy to navigate.

Upon landing within the confines of London, Akira set about his intent to seek out the underbelly of the country and from there find the Lightning Witch. It took time yet after an exchange of money here, a threat there, did the black sudan finally drive him to a remote part of time outside the confines of the larger city, allowing him access to the cascade of rural greenery that reminded him of Japan. Less refined for sure but it held a robust charm to it. Once parked, R began his journey outward, causing a faint noise to radiate from around as a soft smile offered to those walking by, a moist air dragging about in an otherwise thick day of fog.

Then…

Did he see it, an attire unique and a little outspoken from the otherwise casual look that was moving about and he made no attempt to conceal his intent to intercept after crossing the road. He abruptly halted, offering a rather respectful bow of right hand to the left breast, onyx locks framing his features though draping the overcoat like a cloak.

."Forgive my intrusion, I am seeking an individual of beauty and brain alike that I was informed of which you seem to fit the description. Are you Miss Medeia by chance or know of her whereabouts? I’m rather new to this place..”

MEDEIA

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

There was a soft chuckle that emanated from R at her curtness, a rise from the bowing position coming to stand once again at the full height. He didn’t expect such to be taken so straightforwardly, though taken back was not always synonymous with something terrible. This witch didn’t mince words, a shockingly necessary trait when dealing with the cutthroat of this world and beyond. Especially with the current assortment of souls that declared themselves to this cause of all things.

."Order is a relative thing is it not? The only true Order is those with the power to maintain it absolutely. You are correct though, I do not fall under the branch of justice nor do I bow my head to any thugs. I’m a man of taste by all standards.”

He entertained lightly with a hint of teasing laced within each word that was woven with an articulate softness which radiated a level of refinement. It was as natural as breathing for him, though a gesture to himself finally followed.

."I’m something of a collector you see, an assortment of individuals have decidedly been hired to achieve a sense of supremacy and contact beyond themselves. Quality over quantity. I- My manners. You may refer to me as R. Information dealer, connector and overall delight to be around. I think.”

There was a level of aloofness that those with a keen eye could note that it was also a planned mirage, to entice the idea he was harmless.

MEDEIA

LIGHTNING WITCH | END POST

AKIRA TAIRITSU

She was straight to the point like a thunderbolt. Ouch.

Why was it with women he always elected to be a sweet talker with the cut the bullshit types and reverse? Truly his skill regarding this gender was beyond his ability to process or adapt too. The man chuckling softly at Medeia, brushing himself down a bit. She wanted direct? He could be such. She may notice the smile didn’t falter yet the softer melody of his voice began to become weighed as he began to directly engage. Adapting to suit the needs of others and lull them into this type of engagement was paramount.

."It wasn’t a means of disrespect, some like to be woo’d in the art of subtlety whilst others prefer direct acquisition. I’ve heard you’re a skilled practitioner of some variation, that so far within the United Kingdom that you are revered in some aspect. I’ve organized a group to fulfill a contract in China, its lucrative both financially and socially.”

He glanced about at the murky gray clouds above as the tell tale signs of a storm began roiling in.

."I want that woman on my team in China”

MEDEIA

LIGHTNING WITCH | END POST

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Better. Much better.

There was a soft chuckle that resonated from within his core, a hand raising to brush down droplets of rain that began to cascade down onto the stone below, shifting into the inner coat to reveal an Umbrella of some form. It then started to patter more heavily, though ensuring it protected her mostly from the upheaval from above, setting an odd tone of guile to this whole engagement. Ironic. He glanced about at the hastening of the scarcity of individuals within the streets, allowing a bit more freedom to talk shop with the Lightning Witch.

."You’ll find I have a knack for calculated gambles.”

He retorted simply before furthering his point.

."Our business doesn’t grant the liberty of trust, I assure you I’d not insult you with an idea to trust your colleagues in this endeavor. I ask you to trust though their own reasons for seeing this gamble pay off. China is the only the choice for a soon to be haven for those involved within this, a foundation for their dealings that is beyond reach of the Vandenreich and Soul Society’s Reapers

R stated with a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his lips once more, exhaling a bit as he’d watched those walk by, a family here, a single man there, it all accumulated to the essence of the issue. None of them realized the swinging axe that hung by a thread over their necks.

."It’ll be freedom to cultivate oneself truly, though I do not ask you to stick about after. That I leave entirely up to your own discretion.

MEDEIA

LIGHTNING WITCH | END POST

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Curious.

The eyes caught something of a tingle? Shudder? It was difficult to tell but a sensitivity to the weather tha only furthered a former statement about lightning. She was this close to the environment? Akira could relate within his own affinity for the lapping waves of the ocean. He felt her nonchalant attitude was linked to something deeper, most who heard this glimmered with excitement but there was an air of experience over this one. Curiosity got the better of him as the plan had been laid out, part of him wanted to just leave. Walk away. Pay for her services and be done with it.

Yet the words uttered next didn’t match that.

."There are rumors about you dating back sometime but your age doesn’t reflect that.I wouldn’t have asked but this non-chalantness has piqued my curiosity ... .Why do they go back that long? Everyone I have come to with this plan has admired the ambition, eager to sink their teeth into it but…”

His head tilted a bit to the left hand side.

."It feels like you’re Jaded by this.”

MEDEIA

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