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tampered2007-02-24 07:10 pm
sword-and-quill.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-02-24 07:10 pm
Log; Complete
When: February 24th, Evening
Rating: PG-13 - R (Violence, Ahoy)
Characters: Fakir [![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sword_and_quill ], Ahiru [ duck_duck_girl ], and Cirucci [ thunderwitch ]
Summary: In possession of the Hatred shard of Rue's shattered heart, Cirucci refuses to give the piece back unless she's granted a dance specifically with Ahiru. Fakir begrudgingly agrees, seeing no other way to get the shard returned, and accompanies Ahiru to Cirucci's apartment to get the job done. But in having lost a rematch to Fakir in a fight a few days prior to this visit, is the female arrancar's requested dance as innocent as it seems?
Log:
Rating: PG-13 - R (Violence, Ahoy)
Characters: Fakir [
sword_and_quill ], Ahiru [ duck_duck_girl ], and Cirucci [ thunderwitch ]Summary: In possession of the Hatred shard of Rue's shattered heart, Cirucci refuses to give the piece back unless she's granted a dance specifically with Ahiru. Fakir begrudgingly agrees, seeing no other way to get the shard returned, and accompanies Ahiru to Cirucci's apartment to get the job done. But in having lost a rematch to Fakir in a fight a few days prior to this visit, is the female arrancar's requested dance as innocent as it seems?
Log:
Fakir's feet felt unusually heavy as he led Ahiru to Cirucci's apartment. He had doubts - many of them - and each seemed to be weighing his shoulders down and slowing his footsteps through the rapidly-darkening streets. It was just one dance, he kept telling himself. Cirucci had only chosen Ahiru just to make him upset and see the look on his face while they pranced around. So she had said, herself. And even if he didn't want the arrancar female to so much as touch the redhead, Cirucci denied every other suggestion he'd made for returning Rue's heart shard. Unfortunate as it was, this was really all they could do.
One clammy hand rested on the hilt of Lohengrin's sword, gripping the end of the handle taughtly. The ex-knight merely hoped it wouldn't come to another fight. This time he didn't have anything written to back them up. Though he could bluff it, if need be. Perhaps Cirucci still feared what she didn't know, or so he could hope. The ex-knight spared a glance at the redhead walking uncharacteristically quiet at his side. Yes, he could always hope.
His other hand, which was intwined with Ahiru's, gave a light squeeze as they reached the arrancar's apartment. Fakir hoped that would be a sort of reassurance for her. It was all he could really offer, for now. His throat was a little too try to speak words of encouragement.
Unwrapping his left hand from the hilt of his blade, he lifted it to the door, curling the fingers together before he did as requested: Knocked, and listened.
One clammy hand rested on the hilt of Lohengrin's sword, gripping the end of the handle taughtly. The ex-knight merely hoped it wouldn't come to another fight. This time he didn't have anything written to back them up. Though he could bluff it, if need be. Perhaps Cirucci still feared what she didn't know, or so he could hope. The ex-knight spared a glance at the redhead walking uncharacteristically quiet at his side. Yes, he could always hope.
His other hand, which was intwined with Ahiru's, gave a light squeeze as they reached the arrancar's apartment. Fakir hoped that would be a sort of reassurance for her. It was all he could really offer, for now. His throat was a little too try to speak words of encouragement.
Unwrapping his left hand from the hilt of his blade, he lifted it to the door, curling the fingers together before he did as requested: Knocked, and listened.