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Log; Complete

When; Jan. 7th
Rating; PG-13 for violence and sexual type jibes
Characters; Cirucci {

good_and_proper}
Summary; Cirucci takes Matsumoto-sama up on her offer to spar with Aizen-sama's permission, both women... do not get along, let's just say that.
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The 105th Arrancar was out for blood.

She wanted to kill, to main, to rip, and tear and disembowel. But she couldn't. With this truce in place, she still didn't know why, she knew Aizen-sama and the ones gathered here could take the shinigami without problems, she could do nothing. Had to "play nice" with the people she had been made to kill. It was almost unbearable. How Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were still sane she did not know.

The Privaron sported a few bruises still. Finger marks lined the delicate skin of her throat and arm, bottom lip slightly swollen, but it was hard to tell, they were full to begin with. Needless to say, Grimmjow had not been in the best of moods, but then again, they fucked, they didn't make love. Cirucci only shrugged, Golondrina already in her fingertips. Despite her confidant attitude, she was slightly concerned, though she'd never show it. She'd shed her wings, her feathers, before coming. ... She didn't know if she wanted them back or not.

The sun of the desert annoyed her, but the brightness usually did. The bare open of the desert vaguely reminded her of Hueco Mundo however, which comforted. However, she knew the minute she caught sight of Matsumoto-sama she would be filled only with rage.

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"Close enough~" Cirucci smirked all the wider at the reaction. There, what she'd been craving. That look, that warning gaze full of danger and promises of a fight if she continued. And she always did.

"When Cirucci wants to know something, she always manages to find it out. She finds it also easy to get information from men afterwords, they talk so easily." The 105th began twirling the hilt of her sword casually, the iron wheel looping loosely on the wire, humming gently in the air, a dangerous noise that grated almost, like nails on a chalkboard. "And Valentine was most helpful in that respect. He must be so very hurt to come to Cirucci just to get back at you, Matsumoto-sama~"

She watched her carefully, never looking away. Her grip on Haineko grew tighter with each word, but she wouldn't run headlong into things this time. "They do have amazingly loose lips, don't they? Jan told me it would be dinner, nothing more, and that Cobray would be joining you. Even if you did, who he sees now isn't my business."

The wind kicked up, setting her hair in motion.

"Not many men resist advances, you know." Cirucci began letting Golondrina's loop widen, her arm raising to allow the former sword more room in it's rotations, kicking off her boots as she did so. They would only get bogged down in this sand, leaving her only in the stockings attached to garters for footwear.

"Cirucci did so want to see his capacity." The Arrancar licked her lips. "After all, Aizen-sama wants so much respect for you, Cirucci figured any lover you would choose would have to be comparable to Aizen-sama, so she had to see for herself." Golondrina snapped neatly back into the hilt with a laugh from the former Hollow amd a flare in her reiatsu. "But Cirucci was a little disappointed in that regard. Even the Numeros can do better."

Rangiku shrugged. "Jan's a wonderful lover, if given the... right incentive. I'm thinking it's just the fact that you've had so many, it's hard for you to differentiate between them all." The smile is back on her face, this time a touch wicked. "Granted, Sousuke's an amazing lover. I think it's because of his power. Jan's is vastly different. Like comparing apples and oranges... Espada and Privaron."

"It's heartwarming to know Matsumoto-sama is able to commune ever so deeply with her toys." Cirucci fluttered her eyelashes dramatically, one hand over her chest, where she was quite mockingly drawing attention to her lack of heart, only a hole where her sternum should be.

"Cirucci wonders, will peach sweetness be able to do the same with Grimmjow?~" The Arrancar smirked, legs slowly moving to bring her body into a sort of semi-crouch, leisurely assuming a casual stance. "And the science experiment with Ulquiorra?"

She snorts and laughs at the dramatics. "Perhaps they just don't have the drive I do. Nemu, on one hand, has been with Ulquiorra twice that I know of. Momo... well. It's up to her, now isn't it? To think... your superiors, doing such things with shinigami. It's not just Sousuke, is it?"

While she spoke, Haineko slowly lowered, the tip finally as low as it can go.

"The science experiment is so dull." Cirucci sneered, the conversation she'd had with the shinigami had irked her. It seemed impossible to insult her. "Ulquiorra and her are perfect like that, though to be honest, Cirucci is rather proud of him." Golondrina snapped out and whirled away from it's mistress' body, a sharp crack of a whip the sound accompanying. "Cirucci thought he was a faggot, now she is not so disappointed."

As for the Vice Captain? "Grimmjow, however, disappoints. Cirucci did not think he was into fucking children sometimes." Her free hand traced down her side, outlining curves. "At least Aizen-sama and Ulquiorra can choose proper grown women."

Rangiku didn't bother to bring Haineko back up at the sound. "The issues between Momo and Grimmjow have nothing to do with you. She's a woman, and she's much stronger than you." Her eyes narrowed even more. Damn it. Why was she letting her get under her skin?

"The things your superiors do are none of your business. Haven't you figured that out yet, or are you too blind and stupid to notice?"

"A woman?!" Cirucci scoffed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, keepin them trained on the shinigami in front of her. "A woman with the body of a child, the mentality of a child, and not even enough power or usefulness to be of service to Aizen-sama." Her lips were curling into an even crueler sneer. "A broken toy, nothing more."

"As for Cirucci's... superiors..." The Privaron spat the word. "They are all Cirucci's business. Arrancar are her business. Just as the shinigami they fuck become her business as well."

"The discarded toy is calling someone a broken toy. How cute." She started walking, her pace slow and easy. "Nemu's grown quite a lot since she came here. We're all proud of her progress." Her tone was light and conversational as she circled Cirucci.

"Sousuke isn't an arrancar, so I'm none of your business."

"Nemu? Science experiments like that don't need need names." Cirucci laughed. "She's boring, practically incapable of emotion." She didn't move, allowing the vice to circle her, though her arm had raised once more, Golondrina circling as well, following the shinigami's route around the Privaron like a shield.

"Sousuke?" One of Cirucci's eyebrows lifted. "There must have been a hell of a lot more than moaning going on for you to address him with such... disrespect."

Rangiku kept up her careful pacing; the cat stalking the bird. "Her creator named her. You have no say in such things. I don't need to defend her to you. She isn't the issue here, is she?" A wicked little smile crossed her features.

"I can't call my love, my lover by his name? Since when? If you'd been listening closely enough, you would've heard some moaning from him, too. He likes it when I suck on him, did you know that? Did Grimmy moan for you like that? I'm sure it wasn't anywhere near as heartfelt. After all, such things are usually better with someone you're in love with."

The bird puffed up, throwing her head to the side, wrist rotating slowly to guide the wires holding the bladed iron wheel.

"They always moan, whether they love you, or not~" Cirucci noted with a purse of her lips. "Moaning comes from their dicks, not their hearts."

She stopped, absently tapping Haineko against her leg. "True... but the words after their dicks are satisfied are usually different. You were kicked out of bed like most whores are, but I was most welcome to stay. That's from the heart. Does it bother you that he says he loves me? That he wants me to be by his side?"

"Yes-" Cirucci whirled, the sneer on her face twisting into an angry grimace. She couldn't take this anymore.

"It-" Golondrina whipped back to the hilt in her hand, arm lashing out and the blade heasding straight for the shinigami vice captain, other hand looping the wires tighter for better control of the weapon.

"DOES." The Privaron finally began the actual fight, fury painted clearly on her face.

Rangiku shunpyo'd just out of the way, then straight at Cirucci, Haineko poised for a simple overhead strike. "I'm tired of you running your mouth, you little bitch." The blade flashed as she struck down.

A quick recoil of her arm brough the wheeled blade snapping back to the hilt, the crack of a wipe resounding at the reattachment, raising the iron wheel to block the zanpakutou before a sonido took her a distance away, Golondrina whipping out once more towards the vice.

"And I'm tired of you fucking my master!" She snarled, reiatsu flaring as she dropped her third person speaking style in her anger.

The first few moves had told Rangiku some things she needed to know. She shunpyo'd away again, this time just off to the side of where Golondrina was aimed, her own hands raised as she murmured something under her breath. Bright red fireballs sped from her hands towards her opponent. "I'm not. I find I LIKE IT."

With the hand looped in wire Cirucci jerked to the side, changing the zanpakutou's direction, bladed wheel spinning with a loud hum against the metal wires as it once again found the direction of its target. As for the fireballs...

Momentarily loosing the wires around her elbow, direction already changed, the Privaron fired off a hardened piece of her reiatsu at the kidou, the bala exploding at the collision, momentarily casting a screen of smoke between the two women. Cirucci did not yet speak, knowing her voice would only attract attention through the smoke, supressed her reiatsu because that too would guide, trusting Goldondrina to find the target in the smoke.

The unexpected smokescreen made her frown. She'd been working with Haineko long enough here in the city that her release didn't need to be verbally called upon. Instead, her hand snapped out and the blade disappeared into the cloud of ash that gave it it's name.

The minute particles sped through the smoke, homing on in their target. Rangiku made the mistake to pause and take a breath when Goldondrina appeared through the smoke, heading straight for her. With a bit of a start, she jumped off to the side, her hand helping her spring up from the ground. Her eyes were locked on the wheel now, and she wouldn't let it out of her sight this time.

Feeling no hit to the target and now flying blind, Cirucci called the blade back to her, disc spinning about to come flying down the wires in return. The Privaron's eyes narrowed. What were... Ulquiorra's report! The eye had shown her things like this! Ash!

Sonido to her stockinged feet brought the Privaron out of the way of the gray particles, jerking the wheeled blade with her. So the vice had released her zanpakutou. Cirucci looked down at her blade with a grimace. She didn't want to release, almost ashamed of her wingless form. But... she may have to, soon. But not yet. Finally, she deigned answer the previous comment.

"Which ones better?" She let the confidant, cocky tone come back to her voice, mocking. "Ichimaru-sama or Aizen-sama? The only thing that would make this even more perfect would be if Tousen-sama was involved too."

The ash circled back to its hilt, the blade shining as it reformed. Haineko shared the little information she'd been able to see then went silent just in time for her to hear Cirucci's voice. Still semi-blinded by the lingering smoke, she carefully made her way into the cloud, following the noise.

A few murmured words brought a surge of reiatsu to her hands, which was then released into the smoke in front of her, right where Haineko had told her Cirucci was. The reiatsu arced, bright lightning in the smoke.

"You don't have the right to ask me such things."

The lightening brought an angry look to the Arrancar's face, almost no time to do anything but what she had not wanted to yet.

"Kakkire, Golondrina!" The sword burst in a blast of reiatsu that swallowed the kidou whole, the hollow powers contained and sealed in the form of a blade released all at once. Cirucci felt the bone mack remnant on her face shift, move, turning into the beaked headress that flowed down from the crown of her head in a cascade of feathers, the plummage gradually fading to reveal the thick tail of her bird form, coiled in the sand behind her. The first wing joint of her steel feathered wings she had shed still remained on her shoulders, testament to her fight with the Quincy. Shedding the Hollow forms wings had been good in that fight... but she wasn't sure about this one.

The light from her large reiatsu flare died away, leaving Cirucci with a steady expression on her face, the long tail beginning to shift restleslly in preparation for movement. She knew the Vice had no clue about her powers, and she planned to use that.

"Cirucci doesn't?" The bird chirped, almost cooing. "Cirucci thinks if you do something you should never do something you can't talk about~"

Rangiku jumped back to a safe distance while she watched Cirucci. Guard up, she stood her ground, legs spread so she could move quickly if needed. Haineko rumbled a silent warning, and she nodded slowly, never taking her eyes from her opponent.

"I didn't say I couldn't talk about it. I just said it's not your right to ask."

"Cirucci thinks she has every right to be concerned about the people involved with Aizen-sama." The Privaron drawled, one hand, tipped in talons, preening a few feathers in the headress. As she did so the tail end of her Hollow form began to writhe, flinging sand around as the tail began to split, revealing a mouth that began snapping hungrily, the gathering of reiatsu evident not only to their senses, but in the slight glow gathering in the mouth's tongue.

"Besides, maybe if Matsumoto-sama doesn't want one, Cirucci can take him off her hands?~"

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