Of course, the scientist had a rebuttal. She always had a rebuttal. Always about wanting him dead or to fall in a pit.
"Yeah... try to kill a fire with a bomb... Anymore great ideas, Miss Genius?" Ikeda wasn't very sure about how many knew of what his bankai was, though he surmised that most did. Not that he was trying to hide it, but simply that there was shit all reason to even use your shikai lately. Those who did know likely knew from reports of an academy student
exploding a while back.
"Oh, you have a problem with me snooping in your business when you lie on your reports? Wow, you know, it's almost like I'm the Captain of Internal Affairs or something. I could always pass that off to Minori, get a second opinion of how much of a pain in the—" With a roll of his eyes, the young Captain stopped short as another competitor of the shit-starting contest said his piece.
"So... work through getting nagged by people who shouldn't be talking and lunatics giving me more work to do... Yeah, I'll get right on it." It wasn't as if Ikeda didn't do any work at all. Sure, he was lazy and apathetic, but he certainly fulfilled his duties, even if only to not be lectured more. Honestly, it was to the point if he only got nagged because of his attitude and age. He got the job done, what did they want? A salute and a
Yes, sir? Keep dreaming.
Regardless, Noboru went on to nag even Yukimura and insinuating a very, very unappealing thought. Somehow, Ikeda's typical apathetic gaze turned even more disinterested at the jab.
"Not my type," He stated simply and without hesitation. The woman was attractive—to an extent, but she was crazy, annoying, crazy, arrogant, and most of all
fucking crazy.
"Regardless, if you want to switch places for a day, Noboru. Be my guest. Have fun in the deathrun." By now, Ikeda has his own name for Yukimura's little trap halls. Of course, the try-hard could go to her third-seat as the woman suggested, but if Noboru thought that was going to get anything done—Well, if he wanted to waste his time, so be it.
Soon enough, Tora spoke up and announced herself to his own team. This could be good or bad news considering her personality. Most of the time she was preoccupied with the Eleventh Division, but she had no such distractions here. Regardless, there wouldn't be much of his activities to watch on account of where they were going. Figures it would be the graveyard. Just his luck. Letting a sigh escape his lips, Ikeda murmured to himself, rather unintelligibly unless those around him were that keen on listening in.
"The Human World is fun~ she said. Go meet some pretty girls~ she said. Go sightseeing~" It was a rather poor mimicking of Minori's very upbeat tone, but that was the point.
With a disgruntled sigh, Ikeda approached the spare bodies and began to lift one.
"Alright... now how do you-" Raising the gigai up by the underarms, the young captain positioned it parallel to his own body and awkwardly pulled it unto himself, his spirit phasing into the material form. The gigai shot to life with strange wiggling, as if being inside one was akin to wearing unfitting clothing.
"...Okay this is... really weird..." Examining his body as if trying on clothes, it performed as he normally did but it still felt foreign.
There was still the matter of actually clothing the body though and Ikeda began digging through the pile of spare clothes that had been prepared for the assignment. There was the issue of the boy not being familiar with the culture of the living so—Well, his choices in apparel would hopefully not be too
interesting.