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Log; Complete
When; March 2nd
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Cirucci {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thunderwitch} and Kiyone {better_third}
Summary; Frustrated, the Privaron Espada decides to go out and have some fun. Politely and graciously, of course.
Log;
It was cold. Of course, death would be cold, and that was fine. Mostly. But when there was no friction to warm her, no orders to mull over, and no brother around to distract her, Cirucci Thunderwitch found it annoying. As she found many things annoying. Perched on the roof of Building One, the Arrancar pouted, staring down at the masses in the square with disgust. So many mortals, so many annoyances, so many- her keen eyes caught the movement of a shihakushou. … So many shinigami. Cirucci’s first impulse was to just swoop down in her released form and- no, she wasn’t allowed to do that. Nooo… so she let her pout deepen, leaning farther over the roof’s edge. Watching.
The shinigami below was the second third seat of the thirteenth division- Kotetsu Kiyone. Under Cirucci’s watchful eye, she ran past the first building, intent on the home of her captain. In one gloved hand she carried a bag of medicate tea packets- a gift from sister’s captain to her own.
She was slowly getting used to the City, settling into a simple routine. Wake up, survive the day and its curses (if it had one), go to bed, get up, and do it all over again. All without managing to bother the Arrancar. The cycle seemed easy enough, but it was the letting alone of the Arrancar that was troubling her. But per her sister’s wishes, Kiyone had been trying to stay away from them, hoping they’d give her the same courtesy.
… The third seat. Cirucci’s pout had turned into a frown of disdain. Just a third seat… no one would be terribly upset if she- no, couldn’t kill her. That would be bringing far too much on her own head. But… surely just playing with her… that would be alright? Maybe it would make her feel better. Well… the frown twisted into a grin. She’d do it, this one was terribly foolish anyway. Golondrina was released faster than she could blink, and the Hollow form’s wings fell out behind her as she jumped neatly from the building’s edge, swooping down like a hawk, talons outstretched to catch her unsuspecting prey.
Kiyone was too shocked to cry out when she felt herself jerked up into the air. She dropped the bag of tea, the dark packets spilling out as the bag hit the ground that was now several feel below her. A look to either side revealed shoulders grasped by talons. Sharp talons. A glance up and whatever shock that had prevented her from screaming earlier did not do so now. “Arrancar?!”
“Bingo~” Cirucci fairly shrieked, wings beating their way upwards in powerful drafts, a nearly vertical ascent. And it was one of her joys, flying. Especially with a victim caught in her talons. To be careful, good to be cautious, the Privaron shifted her grip on the young shinigami, pinning her arms to her side, making sure she was unable to draw her zanpakutou. Cirucci doubted she could harm her, but- safe. Finally reaching the desired height, she ceased gaining altitude and hovered, her wings’ movements accompanied by the noise of metal and bone. “Now~” the 105th crooned, looking down at the struggling shinigami with a sadistic twist in her lips. “What to do with you~?”
The third squirmed in the firm grasp of her captor, legs kicking and flailing wildly beneath her. Her zanpakutou rested uselessly at her side, arm movement severely restricted by the arrancar’s grip. She twisted her neck to look up, screaming at the Privaron, “What to- You can put me down, that’s what you can do!”
“Cute,” the Privaron commented, merely tightened as Kiyone squirmed, not caring if such motion broke or bruised. Stupid shinigami didn’t even have hierro. She contemplated the third seat for a moment. Short. Annoying. Ugly. Reckless. … Disgusting. The ivory talons suddenly loosed their grip, sharp ends suddenly coming away to leave that brief moment before a fall. Put her down? “Okay~”
Kiyone screamed as she fell, a sick, weightless feeling in the bottom of her stomach. She fumbled for her zanpakutou, but no sooner had her fingers found the hilt than she realized it would do her no good so far up in the air. The ground loomed below her, and the third closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact.
Cirucci contemplated the shinigami's fall through the air with a look of utter disdain on her face. ... She was irritated, this was irritating. ... It didn't even give her as much joy as it usually would. The Privaron had been switching between something of a pout to irritation, and then to just anger. How dare he leave? How dare he? Ask to be the one to break her neck, and then leave? The Arrancar heaved a dramatic sigh. Stupid man. In a moment she changed from hovering to a dive, snatching the third seat out of the air mere feet from the ground, the backlash from her wings sending up dust and dirt from the square as she began spiralling back up, holding the shinigami by one arm.
The sudden shift in motion, from falling to moving up, whipped Kiyone’s body. Her back arched painfully, and she felt her arm separate from its socket. She cried out again, calling for her captain, her sister… for anyone to help her.
Oh, now that was just pitiful. "Do shut your mouth." The Privaron snapped, looking up at the sky as she spoke. "It's disgraceful, honestly." Her lips twisted into a snarl of frustration. Stupid shinigami. Stupid Il Forte. Stupid Aizen, not letting her kill them. She wanted to silence her, drop her for real, let her hit the ground below and break. But she wasn't as stupid as to want to throw her life at the shinigami or Aizen for violating the truce more than this was. ... That thing with the human girl had nearly died over, and here she was- no, she deserved this. To cause some pain... she looked down at the sniffling shinigami and shook her a bit, wondering how in the world she had reached her rank. Stupid. "Oh, goddamn, shut up, or I will drop you." This was accompanied by another slight jiggle of her talons to shake the injured arm.
“No no no! Don’t drop me, please,” Kiyone begged, trying hard not to cry from the pain. She wondered for brief moment what her captain, what Sentarou would think if they could see her, begging an Arrancar for her life. But so long as the Privaron let her go, she could deal with whatever they thought. “Just let me go, please.”
Cirucci sneered, abruptly stopping her ascent, hovering about ten feet from the rooftop of a building. The fifth one, look at how nice she was, dropping the girl off so close to home. "You tell Kuchiki-taichou I say hello, will you, dear?" Her voice was sickly sweet, dropping her hold on the shinigami's arm and letting the snapping mouth on the end of her release's tail lower the third seat almost gently to the ground. "Also, tell him I told him so?~" Cirucci snapped her talons with a hollow clank of bone on bone, staring at the girl. Wanted to kill her, it would be so easy... but here she had to settle for watching her cry. And it gave her no satsifaction, which only served to frustrate her more. "Hmmph." The Privaron turned and let herself glide back to her own residence. ... Goddamn.
{ooc note: Anyone who happened to be in the square would have seen this swooping down and picking up a girl from the ground. ... Feel free to notice.}
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Cirucci {
thunderwitch} and Kiyone {better_third}Summary; Frustrated, the Privaron Espada decides to go out and have some fun. Politely and graciously, of course.
Log;
It was cold. Of course, death would be cold, and that was fine. Mostly. But when there was no friction to warm her, no orders to mull over, and no brother around to distract her, Cirucci Thunderwitch found it annoying. As she found many things annoying. Perched on the roof of Building One, the Arrancar pouted, staring down at the masses in the square with disgust. So many mortals, so many annoyances, so many- her keen eyes caught the movement of a shihakushou. … So many shinigami. Cirucci’s first impulse was to just swoop down in her released form and- no, she wasn’t allowed to do that. Nooo… so she let her pout deepen, leaning farther over the roof’s edge. Watching.
The shinigami below was the second third seat of the thirteenth division- Kotetsu Kiyone. Under Cirucci’s watchful eye, she ran past the first building, intent on the home of her captain. In one gloved hand she carried a bag of medicate tea packets- a gift from sister’s captain to her own.
She was slowly getting used to the City, settling into a simple routine. Wake up, survive the day and its curses (if it had one), go to bed, get up, and do it all over again. All without managing to bother the Arrancar. The cycle seemed easy enough, but it was the letting alone of the Arrancar that was troubling her. But per her sister’s wishes, Kiyone had been trying to stay away from them, hoping they’d give her the same courtesy.
… The third seat. Cirucci’s pout had turned into a frown of disdain. Just a third seat… no one would be terribly upset if she- no, couldn’t kill her. That would be bringing far too much on her own head. But… surely just playing with her… that would be alright? Maybe it would make her feel better. Well… the frown twisted into a grin. She’d do it, this one was terribly foolish anyway. Golondrina was released faster than she could blink, and the Hollow form’s wings fell out behind her as she jumped neatly from the building’s edge, swooping down like a hawk, talons outstretched to catch her unsuspecting prey.
Kiyone was too shocked to cry out when she felt herself jerked up into the air. She dropped the bag of tea, the dark packets spilling out as the bag hit the ground that was now several feel below her. A look to either side revealed shoulders grasped by talons. Sharp talons. A glance up and whatever shock that had prevented her from screaming earlier did not do so now. “Arrancar?!”
“Bingo~” Cirucci fairly shrieked, wings beating their way upwards in powerful drafts, a nearly vertical ascent. And it was one of her joys, flying. Especially with a victim caught in her talons. To be careful, good to be cautious, the Privaron shifted her grip on the young shinigami, pinning her arms to her side, making sure she was unable to draw her zanpakutou. Cirucci doubted she could harm her, but- safe. Finally reaching the desired height, she ceased gaining altitude and hovered, her wings’ movements accompanied by the noise of metal and bone. “Now~” the 105th crooned, looking down at the struggling shinigami with a sadistic twist in her lips. “What to do with you~?”
The third squirmed in the firm grasp of her captor, legs kicking and flailing wildly beneath her. Her zanpakutou rested uselessly at her side, arm movement severely restricted by the arrancar’s grip. She twisted her neck to look up, screaming at the Privaron, “What to- You can put me down, that’s what you can do!”
“Cute,” the Privaron commented, merely tightened as Kiyone squirmed, not caring if such motion broke or bruised. Stupid shinigami didn’t even have hierro. She contemplated the third seat for a moment. Short. Annoying. Ugly. Reckless. … Disgusting. The ivory talons suddenly loosed their grip, sharp ends suddenly coming away to leave that brief moment before a fall. Put her down? “Okay~”
Kiyone screamed as she fell, a sick, weightless feeling in the bottom of her stomach. She fumbled for her zanpakutou, but no sooner had her fingers found the hilt than she realized it would do her no good so far up in the air. The ground loomed below her, and the third closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact.
Cirucci contemplated the shinigami's fall through the air with a look of utter disdain on her face. ... She was irritated, this was irritating. ... It didn't even give her as much joy as it usually would. The Privaron had been switching between something of a pout to irritation, and then to just anger. How dare he leave? How dare he? Ask to be the one to break her neck, and then leave? The Arrancar heaved a dramatic sigh. Stupid man. In a moment she changed from hovering to a dive, snatching the third seat out of the air mere feet from the ground, the backlash from her wings sending up dust and dirt from the square as she began spiralling back up, holding the shinigami by one arm.
The sudden shift in motion, from falling to moving up, whipped Kiyone’s body. Her back arched painfully, and she felt her arm separate from its socket. She cried out again, calling for her captain, her sister… for anyone to help her.
Oh, now that was just pitiful. "Do shut your mouth." The Privaron snapped, looking up at the sky as she spoke. "It's disgraceful, honestly." Her lips twisted into a snarl of frustration. Stupid shinigami. Stupid Il Forte. Stupid Aizen, not letting her kill them. She wanted to silence her, drop her for real, let her hit the ground below and break. But she wasn't as stupid as to want to throw her life at the shinigami or Aizen for violating the truce more than this was. ... That thing with the human girl had nearly died over, and here she was- no, she deserved this. To cause some pain... she looked down at the sniffling shinigami and shook her a bit, wondering how in the world she had reached her rank. Stupid. "Oh, goddamn, shut up, or I will drop you." This was accompanied by another slight jiggle of her talons to shake the injured arm.
“No no no! Don’t drop me, please,” Kiyone begged, trying hard not to cry from the pain. She wondered for brief moment what her captain, what Sentarou would think if they could see her, begging an Arrancar for her life. But so long as the Privaron let her go, she could deal with whatever they thought. “Just let me go, please.”
Cirucci sneered, abruptly stopping her ascent, hovering about ten feet from the rooftop of a building. The fifth one, look at how nice she was, dropping the girl off so close to home. "You tell Kuchiki-taichou I say hello, will you, dear?" Her voice was sickly sweet, dropping her hold on the shinigami's arm and letting the snapping mouth on the end of her release's tail lower the third seat almost gently to the ground. "Also, tell him I told him so?~" Cirucci snapped her talons with a hollow clank of bone on bone, staring at the girl. Wanted to kill her, it would be so easy... but here she had to settle for watching her cry. And it gave her no satsifaction, which only served to frustrate her more. "Hmmph." The Privaron turned and let herself glide back to her own residence. ... Goddamn.
{ooc note: Anyone who happened to be in the square would have seen this swooping down and picking up a girl from the ground. ... Feel free to notice.}
