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tampered2007-03-26 10:44 pm
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Log; Complete
When; March 26th, night
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Cirucci {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thunderwitch} & Hinamori {hajikemomo}
Summary; Zaera-Polo requests the 5th division vice captain as bait for Captain Hitsugaya Toushirou, so Cirucci goes to collect the hostage for the makings of a lovely situation.
Log;
It had been alright - by which, of course, her mind only meant to tell itself that she had been in the company of friends who still bothered to talk to her and who had in a general, round-about sort of way, made her glad she had offered that they go out. Nothing had gotten out of hand, conversation was happy, light, cheerful. It was like before, and therefore alright but despite that she was still sitting on the roof now that everyone had gone. She could have gone back inside, curled up in bed - no doubt dragged Hitsugaya with her - any of those things. Visited Kira came to mind, after all sitting on the roof was something she attributed to doing with him, though it was far too late to be watching the sun setting at this time. Instead the small shinigami watched the stars, keeping her reaitsu close and guarded, merely enough that Hitsugaya didn't need to worry.
Honestly, she was thinking too much.
Cirucci, on the other hand, was quite content to fill her mind with thoughts. However, these thoughts centered more around blood, screams, and, hopefully, death. The Privaron was steadily making her way closer to the 6th building, on the hunt for one particular shinigami. Hinamori Momo, vice captain of the 5th. Zaera-Polo wanted her for his little experiment, to draw the ice-captain out to the desert. Cirucci just wanted to hurt her, still begrudging the girl the cause of Grimmjow’s temporary insanity and Il Forte’s second death. Not to mention, she was a shinigami, which put her on the “to die” list already, as far as Arrancar were concerned. A favorite target. She should be flattered.
Reiatsu suppressed, almost painfully, the Arrancar opted for approaching… mundanely. She did not sonido up to the roof where she had spotted the vice from a few roofs over. She slunk into the building, took the stairs and approached the door to the roof, pausing one moment, a shiver of anticipation before she put her hand on the handle and began to open it. Oh, this should be good.
Deep in thought was an understatement. Deep in thought would imply that she knew she was supposed to be doing something else. Instead Hinamori sighed, tilted her head to the side, and kept on thinking. About the current state of the captains, about Kurosaki, about Nell, about... Death. The one thing she could never escape, being a shinigami, being surrounded by it always. She was vaguely aware someone else was on the roof but at this time of night? It could be anyone. The stars were rather nice, after all. It was possible Hitsugaya had grown tired of waiting, that Abarai had come over to check on her, that Kira had known on some level that she was there and come to keep her company.
So many possibilities, and it hadn't crossed her very very occupied mind that it would be an arrancar. Why would it? She was nothing overly special as a shinigami, plain, unassuming, not terribly strong. Nothing to cause a fuss over, though headstrong at times.
Tobiume growled dangerously in the back of her mind, pulling the vice captain slowly to her senses though her eyes remained forward, on the stars, and her hands didn't stray from her sides. Again the thought rose unbidden - why would an arrancar want to bother with her?
And now… Cirucci Thunderwitch was torn. … Take chances and talk to her, lord her superiority over her, or play it safe and use the advantage she had and just blitz her? She weighed the opportunity, the situation, quickly. But in the end, and to her disappointment, she realized she would have to make this quick, Shinigami inhabited this building, if it took too long they may come up to see what her reiatsu was doing there. And Zaera-Polo would surely punish her if she failed. … Damn.
“Behead her, Goldondrina.” The trip phase was whispered in a voice dripping with cruelty, already lunging forward into a sonido even as her blade dissolved to reform into her true form about her, aiming to simply snatch the small shinigami in clawed and ivory arms and sweep her from the roof and into the air.
A hand flew to Tobiume but it was already too late, the smaller girl unable to flash step in time. With a startled yelp she was caught off guard, struggling to free her arms, her hands, to get that over-thinking mind into thinking of the exact words, the right thing to say to blast the Privaron to shreads, to force them apart. "What are you doing?!" was all she managed, a kick accompanying as she continued to struggle, desperate to think of a kidou that wouldn't put her at risk in at such close quarters.
Wings of bone and metal flashed and glittered in neon reflections against the lights of the City as they bore the Privaron higher into the air, spiraling upwards into a safe height. But the more pressing matter… Cirucci was looking downwards at the struggling shingami, shifting her talons carefully, so carefully, trying to pin down the arms so they would be unable to draw the zanpakutou at her waist, or move for kidou use.
“What am I doing?~” She had to shriek to be heard over the grating noise of metal on bone and rushing wind. “Why, I’m kidnapping you, peach, what does it look like?”
Too high, too fast, too tight. Too many factors that meant even if she did get free - something that was proving harder and harder to do as she fought against the vice like grip she found herself in - it wouldn't end without damage. Her unarmed combat was a weak point, granted, but she refused to give in, snarling a "why?" as calmly as she could as the vice captain tried to get Tobiume to move slightly, to free her right hand just one more inch.
Why? She would let Zaera-Polo address that himself, no need to tell her everything yet. Sharp eyes kept watch on her as they spiraled high enough that breathing was affected, not that Cirucci, dead and unrevived as she was, needed such a thing. With a frown, the Privaron’s grip tightened, enough for the sharp, hawk-like talons dug into the shinigami. After all… the Octava Espada said she wasn’t to be damaged… too badly.
“Because I feel like it~” She answered vaguely with a smile now, finally leveling out her flight and beginning to wing her way out of the City, watching the small shinigami all the while with a look of something like gloating triumph.
She'd grown far too used to gasping for air between fighting and nightmares that although she knew it should hurt it was merely an inconvenience, something further to glare about. And glare she did though with a hint of fear, continuing to squirm and fight back, fully unwilling to let herself be - of all things - kidnapped. "Why?" she nearly spat back again, intent of getting Cirucci to both explain herself - of all the shinigmai to chose! - and to preoccupy the Privaron with her favourite past time of talking.
Her struggles only drew blood but she kept trying, not as fierce as at the start but still with a sense of urgancy, hands trying to move between arrancar and shinigami, to form the needed seals.
With a snarl of her own, damn shinigami never knew when to be quiet and play dead, the Privaron shook her non too gently, claws dug in painfully and not too nice of a feel with them moving about inside flesh. With that done, Cirucci was still scowling. Shinigami, nnn, this one… oooh, but she wanted her dead. But the Octava needed her alive, damn him, and that was no fun at all.
“You’d know why if you hadn’t forgotten~” Her voice was almost sing-song, however, despite her irritation, taking pleasure at instead hurting another.
So she'd died once for the Espada she'd forgotten, and now she was being kidnapped? Arrancar were... Odd. But it stopped her struggles, along with a whimper of pain, Hinamori releasing the guard on her reiatsu fully with the need to escape crowding her mind. "How- simple minded of you," she gasped, trying to force her hands together, If she could just get her forefinger -
"I didn't think-" anger flashed as the small shinigami noted that she still hadn't healed fully, that this had used up too much energy too soon, "-that you'd be so petty."
Such words prompted another bone-jarring shake from the Privaron, who continued to fly unerringly towards her destination. The one time she wasn’t in the mood for conversation, it figured.
“Too bad.” She snapped back, idly toying with the idea of carrying the vice in the grip of her tail, that would burn. As it were, she settled for digging in her talons tighter, unable to feel the blood, per se, but the sight was enough to sate her for now, the longest talon of the right arm coming up to stroke harshly against the shinigami’s cheek.
Tobiume whimpered with her, Hinamori unable to pull her hands together, unable to do much more than shiver in the unrelenting grip the Privaron had her in. Fear was settling in deeper as more blood trickled down her arms but it wasn't enough to make her worry. The arrancar's intentions were what had her baffled but she didn't give up trying to move, trying to squirm free. Wounds were unavoidable at this point. "Not enough affection from the arrancar, you need to pick on a shinigami to make yourself feel better?" It was just talk, but it was better than nothing, mutterings that would hopefully force Cirucci to make an error, to free her just a little.
Now that brought a smirk to her lips, along with a light laugh almost lost to the wind.
“Nice try, peach.” Cirucci’s tail swished. “But I get my affection. You’re my entertainment.” Her gaze drifted away for a moment in thought. “Entertainment, I think…” Her glance returned, cold, dark, face almost hidden by the shadow cast by a bone mask beak. “… should be quiet.” The Privaron’s claw moved from cheek to the back of her head. And for a moment the sharp and bloodied tip rested against the spine and she fairly shuddered, the desire to press it in, sever the nerves, the life, was so great…
With a grown of frustration Cirucci instead let the shinigami spiral into unconsciousness with a hard blow to the head, letting her body hang limp and contenting herself with admiring the blood on her claws as she continued winging her way to wear the Octava waited. … Maybe if she was good he’d let her kill her later.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Cirucci {
thunderwitch} & Hinamori {hajikemomo} Summary; Zaera-Polo requests the 5th division vice captain as bait for Captain Hitsugaya Toushirou, so Cirucci goes to collect the hostage for the makings of a lovely situation.
Log;
It had been alright - by which, of course, her mind only meant to tell itself that she had been in the company of friends who still bothered to talk to her and who had in a general, round-about sort of way, made her glad she had offered that they go out. Nothing had gotten out of hand, conversation was happy, light, cheerful. It was like before, and therefore alright but despite that she was still sitting on the roof now that everyone had gone. She could have gone back inside, curled up in bed - no doubt dragged Hitsugaya with her - any of those things. Visited Kira came to mind, after all sitting on the roof was something she attributed to doing with him, though it was far too late to be watching the sun setting at this time. Instead the small shinigami watched the stars, keeping her reaitsu close and guarded, merely enough that Hitsugaya didn't need to worry.
Honestly, she was thinking too much.
Cirucci, on the other hand, was quite content to fill her mind with thoughts. However, these thoughts centered more around blood, screams, and, hopefully, death. The Privaron was steadily making her way closer to the 6th building, on the hunt for one particular shinigami. Hinamori Momo, vice captain of the 5th. Zaera-Polo wanted her for his little experiment, to draw the ice-captain out to the desert. Cirucci just wanted to hurt her, still begrudging the girl the cause of Grimmjow’s temporary insanity and Il Forte’s second death. Not to mention, she was a shinigami, which put her on the “to die” list already, as far as Arrancar were concerned. A favorite target. She should be flattered.
Reiatsu suppressed, almost painfully, the Arrancar opted for approaching… mundanely. She did not sonido up to the roof where she had spotted the vice from a few roofs over. She slunk into the building, took the stairs and approached the door to the roof, pausing one moment, a shiver of anticipation before she put her hand on the handle and began to open it. Oh, this should be good.
Deep in thought was an understatement. Deep in thought would imply that she knew she was supposed to be doing something else. Instead Hinamori sighed, tilted her head to the side, and kept on thinking. About the current state of the captains, about Kurosaki, about Nell, about... Death. The one thing she could never escape, being a shinigami, being surrounded by it always. She was vaguely aware someone else was on the roof but at this time of night? It could be anyone. The stars were rather nice, after all. It was possible Hitsugaya had grown tired of waiting, that Abarai had come over to check on her, that Kira had known on some level that she was there and come to keep her company.
So many possibilities, and it hadn't crossed her very very occupied mind that it would be an arrancar. Why would it? She was nothing overly special as a shinigami, plain, unassuming, not terribly strong. Nothing to cause a fuss over, though headstrong at times.
Tobiume growled dangerously in the back of her mind, pulling the vice captain slowly to her senses though her eyes remained forward, on the stars, and her hands didn't stray from her sides. Again the thought rose unbidden - why would an arrancar want to bother with her?
And now… Cirucci Thunderwitch was torn. … Take chances and talk to her, lord her superiority over her, or play it safe and use the advantage she had and just blitz her? She weighed the opportunity, the situation, quickly. But in the end, and to her disappointment, she realized she would have to make this quick, Shinigami inhabited this building, if it took too long they may come up to see what her reiatsu was doing there. And Zaera-Polo would surely punish her if she failed. … Damn.
“Behead her, Goldondrina.” The trip phase was whispered in a voice dripping with cruelty, already lunging forward into a sonido even as her blade dissolved to reform into her true form about her, aiming to simply snatch the small shinigami in clawed and ivory arms and sweep her from the roof and into the air.
A hand flew to Tobiume but it was already too late, the smaller girl unable to flash step in time. With a startled yelp she was caught off guard, struggling to free her arms, her hands, to get that over-thinking mind into thinking of the exact words, the right thing to say to blast the Privaron to shreads, to force them apart. "What are you doing?!" was all she managed, a kick accompanying as she continued to struggle, desperate to think of a kidou that wouldn't put her at risk in at such close quarters.
Wings of bone and metal flashed and glittered in neon reflections against the lights of the City as they bore the Privaron higher into the air, spiraling upwards into a safe height. But the more pressing matter… Cirucci was looking downwards at the struggling shingami, shifting her talons carefully, so carefully, trying to pin down the arms so they would be unable to draw the zanpakutou at her waist, or move for kidou use.
“What am I doing?~” She had to shriek to be heard over the grating noise of metal on bone and rushing wind. “Why, I’m kidnapping you, peach, what does it look like?”
Too high, too fast, too tight. Too many factors that meant even if she did get free - something that was proving harder and harder to do as she fought against the vice like grip she found herself in - it wouldn't end without damage. Her unarmed combat was a weak point, granted, but she refused to give in, snarling a "why?" as calmly as she could as the vice captain tried to get Tobiume to move slightly, to free her right hand just one more inch.
Why? She would let Zaera-Polo address that himself, no need to tell her everything yet. Sharp eyes kept watch on her as they spiraled high enough that breathing was affected, not that Cirucci, dead and unrevived as she was, needed such a thing. With a frown, the Privaron’s grip tightened, enough for the sharp, hawk-like talons dug into the shinigami. After all… the Octava Espada said she wasn’t to be damaged… too badly.
“Because I feel like it~” She answered vaguely with a smile now, finally leveling out her flight and beginning to wing her way out of the City, watching the small shinigami all the while with a look of something like gloating triumph.
She'd grown far too used to gasping for air between fighting and nightmares that although she knew it should hurt it was merely an inconvenience, something further to glare about. And glare she did though with a hint of fear, continuing to squirm and fight back, fully unwilling to let herself be - of all things - kidnapped. "Why?" she nearly spat back again, intent of getting Cirucci to both explain herself - of all the shinigmai to chose! - and to preoccupy the Privaron with her favourite past time of talking.
Her struggles only drew blood but she kept trying, not as fierce as at the start but still with a sense of urgancy, hands trying to move between arrancar and shinigami, to form the needed seals.
With a snarl of her own, damn shinigami never knew when to be quiet and play dead, the Privaron shook her non too gently, claws dug in painfully and not too nice of a feel with them moving about inside flesh. With that done, Cirucci was still scowling. Shinigami, nnn, this one… oooh, but she wanted her dead. But the Octava needed her alive, damn him, and that was no fun at all.
“You’d know why if you hadn’t forgotten~” Her voice was almost sing-song, however, despite her irritation, taking pleasure at instead hurting another.
So she'd died once for the Espada she'd forgotten, and now she was being kidnapped? Arrancar were... Odd. But it stopped her struggles, along with a whimper of pain, Hinamori releasing the guard on her reiatsu fully with the need to escape crowding her mind. "How- simple minded of you," she gasped, trying to force her hands together, If she could just get her forefinger -
"I didn't think-" anger flashed as the small shinigami noted that she still hadn't healed fully, that this had used up too much energy too soon, "-that you'd be so petty."
Such words prompted another bone-jarring shake from the Privaron, who continued to fly unerringly towards her destination. The one time she wasn’t in the mood for conversation, it figured.
“Too bad.” She snapped back, idly toying with the idea of carrying the vice in the grip of her tail, that would burn. As it were, she settled for digging in her talons tighter, unable to feel the blood, per se, but the sight was enough to sate her for now, the longest talon of the right arm coming up to stroke harshly against the shinigami’s cheek.
Tobiume whimpered with her, Hinamori unable to pull her hands together, unable to do much more than shiver in the unrelenting grip the Privaron had her in. Fear was settling in deeper as more blood trickled down her arms but it wasn't enough to make her worry. The arrancar's intentions were what had her baffled but she didn't give up trying to move, trying to squirm free. Wounds were unavoidable at this point. "Not enough affection from the arrancar, you need to pick on a shinigami to make yourself feel better?" It was just talk, but it was better than nothing, mutterings that would hopefully force Cirucci to make an error, to free her just a little.
Now that brought a smirk to her lips, along with a light laugh almost lost to the wind.
“Nice try, peach.” Cirucci’s tail swished. “But I get my affection. You’re my entertainment.” Her gaze drifted away for a moment in thought. “Entertainment, I think…” Her glance returned, cold, dark, face almost hidden by the shadow cast by a bone mask beak. “… should be quiet.” The Privaron’s claw moved from cheek to the back of her head. And for a moment the sharp and bloodied tip rested against the spine and she fairly shuddered, the desire to press it in, sever the nerves, the life, was so great…
With a grown of frustration Cirucci instead let the shinigami spiral into unconsciousness with a hard blow to the head, letting her body hang limp and contenting herself with admiring the blood on her claws as she continued winging her way to wear the Octava waited. … Maybe if she was good he’d let her kill her later.