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Log; Complete
When; March 30th, right after curse
Rating; R for nasty violence
Characters; Cirucci {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thunderwitch} & Rangiku {10thdiv_haineko}
Summary; With orders to attack the Privaron after Hinamori is safe, Rangiku heads off to make sure the 105th can never croon her little jibes again. Cirucci, meanwhile, cursed, had no idea~
Log;
There were several traits Rangiku shared with her soul partner. Her temper, for one. Another was her hedonistic streak. One few people got much chance to see was the uncanny ability to stalk prey. That was exactly what she was doing. Acting on orders given by her closest friend next to her missing husband.
For once, Haineko was silent in her mind as she peered down from her perch on a rooftop. She’d felt the familiar, hated energy nearby the shopping district of the city, and she was willing to patiently wait for her prey to be flushed out. It didn’t take long for her patience to be rewarded. Right below her was the little birdie she’d been waiting for.
Without a sound, she dropped from her perch and grabbed the white clad woman and sped off, calling on the unnatural speed her kind could use.
Cirucci had not been expecting anything. How could she, when she had so many new friends, hmm? The curse had done a bit of a number on her, and she would be more than livid tomorrow, to be sure. Needless to say, finding herself suddenly grabbed and kicked into a shyunpo had her confused.
But true to her nature, she reacted in turn. Twisting, the Privaron slammed her palm into whoever had snatched her, a cero beginning to burn hot reiatsu in her flesh and charging even as her other hand reached for the zanpakutou at her waist, a sonido in the opposite direction her way of frustrating the forward motion she was being pulled in.
With a low, feral growl, Rangiku sank a nailed hand into the Privaron’s hair and yanked hard, hoping to still her until she could get her out of the city proper. No matter how bloodthirsty she was, she wouldn’t let a fight start too close to innocents. If it was possible anyway.
Pouring more energy and speed into the flash steps got her out of harm’s way, but not without some difficulty. With a snarl, she shoved her quarry against one of the sparse trees littering the open meadow at the entrance to the forest and scowled down at her.
“Looks like I saw you first, bitch.”
Being tugged by the hair was certainly not new to the Thunderwitch. She cursed the charge time for a cero in this damned City, digging her own nails, black tipped, into the vice-captain’s shoulder. Close, so close. The heat seared even her own palm. At finally identifying her assailant, the Privaron merely smirked, not at all phased by her position that seemed quite the disadvantage.
“Rangiku.” She purred. “Out to find some company, I guess. Must get lonely when your men leave you all time, so sad.”
The flare in her shoulder only made her yank harder, not releasing the other woman until something came free. Pulling her hand back, she dropped a handful of black strands to the ground and reached up to pull the Privaron’s nails from her skin. “My personal issues have nothing to do with this. You helped hurt my captain and my friend. There’s no Sousuke here to stop it.”
Already, her reiatsu was flaring enough to be noticeable, and the light in her eyes was nothing short of murderous. “You won’t hurt them again.”
Tenaciously, the Privaron’s grip dug in, only one more second before the cero fired, one more moment. Her own eyes were narrowed, dark and tumultous, meeting the shinigami’s gave levelly. Rangiku was possibly the shinigami she hated most. Competed with Hinamori Momo for the honor, at any rate. And oh, how she hated the both of them.
“How many times now have you said that, Rangiku? It gets old.” Cirucci’s voice was light and unconcerned of yet, painted lips twisted into a caricature of a smile. “You say it, I drop the third seat, you say it, I kill the 4th’s vice, you say it, I hurt the peach.” Her fingers twitched. It was charged. “Vicious cycle, wouldn’t you say?” With that, the cero discharged.
Rangiku barely managed to shove the hand away in time to avoid most of the cero; her own fingers twisting the Privaron’s wrist at an odd angle. She hissed softly as she felt her skin sear under the close call, but she didn’t let go. “Shut up. Just… shut UP.”
The last word was grunted as she called her own power to her hand. With a softly whispered incantation, lightning cracked in her palm for a moment before she made a grab for Cirucci’s throat with the glowing hand. “I’ve had enough of you.”
“I’ll never shut up.” Cirucci hissed in return, both in voice and in pain from the awkward angle of her wrist, nearly cracked, but sprained. An annoyance. Her left arm shifted, hands wrapping around the hilt of her blade at her waist to begin to draw, one leg kicking out a small booted foot into the shinigami’s gut to try and ward off her hand long enough to gain room to unsheathe Golondrina. As it was, she was frustrated, damn that curse for getting her off guard enough to be put in this position.
With a grunt, Rangiku was shoved away from her close contact, but it freed up enough space to allow her to reach down to Haineko after she loosed the wasted power in her hand. A silver sound; metal sliding answered her want, and the familiar feel of a hilt in her hand made her smile, albeit grimly.
“I’ll shut you up.”
The same space that allowed Rangiku oppurtunity to unsheathe her blade brought Cirucci the same, the same sound of a weapon being drawn and freed, the hum of power in such weapons. But they were different. Within Rangiku’s blade was a separate entity, within Cirucci’s was only her. She stabbed forward with a twinge of pain in the hurt wrist, aiming to punch clear through the shinigami’s middle with the blade tip.
Still smiling, she allowed Haineko to drop a little to the side. When Cirucci’s blade slid into her belly, she the smile faltered a bit, but it remained. Taking a suddenly shaky breath, she pushed harder into the biting pain and slid further down the blade. Before Cirucci could question or react, Rangiku had cruel fingers in the Privaron’s mouth. The digits grabbed the slippery little tongue that always caused so much trouble and pulled it as far out of her mouth as she could. The oddly silent Haineko suddenly sprang to life in her hand, feral bloodlust washing over them both. With a flick of her wrist, the flesh in her hand was severed in a spray of blood.
“I told you I’d shut you up.”
Cirucci’s smirk had widened when she saw the blade slice through flesh and belly, a pity she wasn’t still pregnant, but her expression changed from one of triumph to disbelief as the shinigami suddenly hauled herself forward, slicking Golondrina with her blood to get closer, pin the Privaron against the tree she had her back at, unable to wrench her blade free, (she did try), nor hardly react from shock. Until she lost her tongue.
Her reiatsu exploded in a searing light of pure fury, mouth hanging open in a wordless screech. There were supposed to be words there, but none came. Only blood trickled, no, gushed from the severed muscle, dripping down her chin and painting her lips a morbid crimson. Inarticulate anger was all she could express, though her mind was in a panic, a whirl of thoughts and words that made no sense, too fast to make any sense, do anything. And her sword. With a whirl of shock the Privaron glanced down at her sword. Kakkire, Golondrina, BEHEAD HER. But without the trip phrase… Like a cornered animal the Arrancar whirled back to face the vice captain, choking now obviusly, body taught, waiting. She’d come at her again, she knew it, knew she wouldn’t just-
Cirucci’s blood was warm on her skin, the spatters dotting her face and chest, then lower to mingle with her own flowing too freely from the wound surrounding the still imbedded Golondrina. Seeing the shock on the Privaron’s face was good, but the best was when she opened her mouth and nothing came out. With a sneer, she shoved the speechless woman away from her, freeing herself from the impaling blade, then leaned closer, Haineko brandished for another strike.
“Sing, birdie. Sing for me now.”
No words, nothing intelligble escaped her. Her rage, it knew no bounds. Mouth open and choking on the blood, tongues bled so much, she was still glaring. One gloved hand, the white fabric just like the rest of her uniform turning red, reached out and snatched back her zanpakutou, rolling out of the way of Rangiku’s next attack, still screeching, a wordless keen of raw emotion and pain. For it hurt, it was degrading, humiliating, and- her thoughts stopped when she choked again, on blood and bile.
Unable to call her blade. Choking, bleeding, loosing too much blood, speechless…
Cirucci Thunderwitch turned her back and ran.
Rating; R for nasty violence
Characters; Cirucci {
thunderwitch} & Rangiku {10thdiv_haineko}Summary; With orders to attack the Privaron after Hinamori is safe, Rangiku heads off to make sure the 105th can never croon her little jibes again. Cirucci, meanwhile, cursed, had no idea~
Log;
There were several traits Rangiku shared with her soul partner. Her temper, for one. Another was her hedonistic streak. One few people got much chance to see was the uncanny ability to stalk prey. That was exactly what she was doing. Acting on orders given by her closest friend next to her missing husband.
For once, Haineko was silent in her mind as she peered down from her perch on a rooftop. She’d felt the familiar, hated energy nearby the shopping district of the city, and she was willing to patiently wait for her prey to be flushed out. It didn’t take long for her patience to be rewarded. Right below her was the little birdie she’d been waiting for.
Without a sound, she dropped from her perch and grabbed the white clad woman and sped off, calling on the unnatural speed her kind could use.
Cirucci had not been expecting anything. How could she, when she had so many new friends, hmm? The curse had done a bit of a number on her, and she would be more than livid tomorrow, to be sure. Needless to say, finding herself suddenly grabbed and kicked into a shyunpo had her confused.
But true to her nature, she reacted in turn. Twisting, the Privaron slammed her palm into whoever had snatched her, a cero beginning to burn hot reiatsu in her flesh and charging even as her other hand reached for the zanpakutou at her waist, a sonido in the opposite direction her way of frustrating the forward motion she was being pulled in.
With a low, feral growl, Rangiku sank a nailed hand into the Privaron’s hair and yanked hard, hoping to still her until she could get her out of the city proper. No matter how bloodthirsty she was, she wouldn’t let a fight start too close to innocents. If it was possible anyway.
Pouring more energy and speed into the flash steps got her out of harm’s way, but not without some difficulty. With a snarl, she shoved her quarry against one of the sparse trees littering the open meadow at the entrance to the forest and scowled down at her.
“Looks like I saw you first, bitch.”
Being tugged by the hair was certainly not new to the Thunderwitch. She cursed the charge time for a cero in this damned City, digging her own nails, black tipped, into the vice-captain’s shoulder. Close, so close. The heat seared even her own palm. At finally identifying her assailant, the Privaron merely smirked, not at all phased by her position that seemed quite the disadvantage.
“Rangiku.” She purred. “Out to find some company, I guess. Must get lonely when your men leave you all time, so sad.”
The flare in her shoulder only made her yank harder, not releasing the other woman until something came free. Pulling her hand back, she dropped a handful of black strands to the ground and reached up to pull the Privaron’s nails from her skin. “My personal issues have nothing to do with this. You helped hurt my captain and my friend. There’s no Sousuke here to stop it.”
Already, her reiatsu was flaring enough to be noticeable, and the light in her eyes was nothing short of murderous. “You won’t hurt them again.”
Tenaciously, the Privaron’s grip dug in, only one more second before the cero fired, one more moment. Her own eyes were narrowed, dark and tumultous, meeting the shinigami’s gave levelly. Rangiku was possibly the shinigami she hated most. Competed with Hinamori Momo for the honor, at any rate. And oh, how she hated the both of them.
“How many times now have you said that, Rangiku? It gets old.” Cirucci’s voice was light and unconcerned of yet, painted lips twisted into a caricature of a smile. “You say it, I drop the third seat, you say it, I kill the 4th’s vice, you say it, I hurt the peach.” Her fingers twitched. It was charged. “Vicious cycle, wouldn’t you say?” With that, the cero discharged.
Rangiku barely managed to shove the hand away in time to avoid most of the cero; her own fingers twisting the Privaron’s wrist at an odd angle. She hissed softly as she felt her skin sear under the close call, but she didn’t let go. “Shut up. Just… shut UP.”
The last word was grunted as she called her own power to her hand. With a softly whispered incantation, lightning cracked in her palm for a moment before she made a grab for Cirucci’s throat with the glowing hand. “I’ve had enough of you.”
“I’ll never shut up.” Cirucci hissed in return, both in voice and in pain from the awkward angle of her wrist, nearly cracked, but sprained. An annoyance. Her left arm shifted, hands wrapping around the hilt of her blade at her waist to begin to draw, one leg kicking out a small booted foot into the shinigami’s gut to try and ward off her hand long enough to gain room to unsheathe Golondrina. As it was, she was frustrated, damn that curse for getting her off guard enough to be put in this position.
With a grunt, Rangiku was shoved away from her close contact, but it freed up enough space to allow her to reach down to Haineko after she loosed the wasted power in her hand. A silver sound; metal sliding answered her want, and the familiar feel of a hilt in her hand made her smile, albeit grimly.
“I’ll shut you up.”
The same space that allowed Rangiku oppurtunity to unsheathe her blade brought Cirucci the same, the same sound of a weapon being drawn and freed, the hum of power in such weapons. But they were different. Within Rangiku’s blade was a separate entity, within Cirucci’s was only her. She stabbed forward with a twinge of pain in the hurt wrist, aiming to punch clear through the shinigami’s middle with the blade tip.
Still smiling, she allowed Haineko to drop a little to the side. When Cirucci’s blade slid into her belly, she the smile faltered a bit, but it remained. Taking a suddenly shaky breath, she pushed harder into the biting pain and slid further down the blade. Before Cirucci could question or react, Rangiku had cruel fingers in the Privaron’s mouth. The digits grabbed the slippery little tongue that always caused so much trouble and pulled it as far out of her mouth as she could. The oddly silent Haineko suddenly sprang to life in her hand, feral bloodlust washing over them both. With a flick of her wrist, the flesh in her hand was severed in a spray of blood.
“I told you I’d shut you up.”
Cirucci’s smirk had widened when she saw the blade slice through flesh and belly, a pity she wasn’t still pregnant, but her expression changed from one of triumph to disbelief as the shinigami suddenly hauled herself forward, slicking Golondrina with her blood to get closer, pin the Privaron against the tree she had her back at, unable to wrench her blade free, (she did try), nor hardly react from shock. Until she lost her tongue.
Her reiatsu exploded in a searing light of pure fury, mouth hanging open in a wordless screech. There were supposed to be words there, but none came. Only blood trickled, no, gushed from the severed muscle, dripping down her chin and painting her lips a morbid crimson. Inarticulate anger was all she could express, though her mind was in a panic, a whirl of thoughts and words that made no sense, too fast to make any sense, do anything. And her sword. With a whirl of shock the Privaron glanced down at her sword. Kakkire, Golondrina, BEHEAD HER. But without the trip phrase… Like a cornered animal the Arrancar whirled back to face the vice captain, choking now obviusly, body taught, waiting. She’d come at her again, she knew it, knew she wouldn’t just-
Cirucci’s blood was warm on her skin, the spatters dotting her face and chest, then lower to mingle with her own flowing too freely from the wound surrounding the still imbedded Golondrina. Seeing the shock on the Privaron’s face was good, but the best was when she opened her mouth and nothing came out. With a sneer, she shoved the speechless woman away from her, freeing herself from the impaling blade, then leaned closer, Haineko brandished for another strike.
“Sing, birdie. Sing for me now.”
No words, nothing intelligble escaped her. Her rage, it knew no bounds. Mouth open and choking on the blood, tongues bled so much, she was still glaring. One gloved hand, the white fabric just like the rest of her uniform turning red, reached out and snatched back her zanpakutou, rolling out of the way of Rangiku’s next attack, still screeching, a wordless keen of raw emotion and pain. For it hurt, it was degrading, humiliating, and- her thoughts stopped when she choked again, on blood and bile.
Unable to call her blade. Choking, bleeding, loosing too much blood, speechless…
Cirucci Thunderwitch turned her back and ran.