First "guy" talk. (Akira/Klein)

AKIRA TAIRITSU

So…

This was Safira’s secret facility? Hueco Mundo was a hellish landscape but allegedly this was going to be the workplace of the Vizard for a bit. It should not take too long to create a barrier that took into account a multitude of areas of soul fusion…That in itself felt odd. It was not exactly an area of expertise that most if not all Shinigami dare look into. It was here though, for him and a Klein to explore. He pondered what his equivical in the Arrancar would actually looked like.

He would find out.
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."That should be enough….”

The man uttered softly, glancing around at a litany of pages that had been embedded into the side, a stream of modified Bakudo’s like structures creating a vague image of Safira, assuring these small letters, symbols and other important quips about soul fusion were in the air. In essence, creating a chalkboard of nonsense to any external individual who did not anything about Kido, surrounding a semi holographic image of Safira.

KLEIN SCHWARZWOTAN

END POST | KING OF THE MIST

AKIRA TAIRITSU

There was little issue in noticing the Arrancar of similar hue to his hair, a brow lightly raising as an idle glance across the individual's form came to be. It was not without a smile that Akira understood this might be Klein, though little had been divulged about details, initial engagement granted the Shinigami a little insight into it. He did though assure to spend time to observe the reiatsu that came off him, gauging and taking anything of note that may stand out.

."Those are not mutually exclusive. I believe in this instance, I am the pest you’re going to be working with.”

He humored lightly, a smile ever present on his lips and a tone to match the otherwise soft confidence that radiated from an upright posture.

."I’m Akira, I have been looking forward to meeting the individual I might consider my counterpart when it comes to affairs like this.”

A hand gestured to the odd bakudo forged imagery of Safira.

KLEIN SCHWARZWOTAN

END POST | KING OF THE MIST

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Akira chuckled softly, foregoing the thought of how it could seem from an external source. Until now. It was Klein’s attention to the variation of Safira that slowly rotated which shook off any immediate retort, moving a little to close the distance back to Bakudo-Safira. It was interesting to note this coin movement though, curious if Klein was a man of repetition or if it held something closer.

."I’ve created a minor bakudo sleeve, toned down version of Safira’s current measurement and body. In essence, as Arrancar tends to be a solidified conglomerate of souls, I have to take into account that the Africa incident has added unknown anomalies or even increased it. Fusion on a spiritual level could result in a multitude of consequences.”

He was curious though as to Klein’s insight, offering as usual a calm smile that kept upon his lips.

."You seem to be the one Safira believes is the most reliable with this, unlike Kizuna. I’d like your take on it.”