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Log; complete
When; April 10th, after dark (evening)
Rating; R for violence
Characters; Cirucci![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thunderwitch and Rangiku 10thdiv_haineko
Summary; Cirucci finds her prey.
Log;
Nights were still pleasant in the city, and evenings around Xulchibara’s home were quite lovely, but Rangiku had decided she wanted to spend some time away. Away from everything that had been on her mind lately. Children and rituals and kidnappings and her lost husband.
Lost by her own actions, as far as she knew. Guilt was a constant companion and no matter the urging by her own friends, she knew she wasn’t the good soul they all thought. All in all, she thought it was ironic that she spent time and sometimes a bed with a god of vengeance and justice. Perhaps one day, He would see fit to judge her as well…
Her feet carried her along a quiet path in the forest near the home she’d shared with her beloved Gin, and they knew the way well enough that her mind wandered. Haineko was nearby, prowling as she usually did in the area, but she didn’t feel unsafe. She knew that, if needed, the spirit would be by her side in an instant.
Cirucci had been waiting. She’d been waiting forever, it seemed, but it had only been days. Days spent in careful preparation. First, she’d gotten the reports from Zaera-Polo. Information from her time in the City gathered from the network, and information on her, her life, her fighting style, from Aizen Sousuke’s part of the reports. Then the preparation in her deal with Raphael. Couldn’t fight her tongueless, sporting the shame of a prior defeat. Wouldn’t do at all. And once she had prepared, well, all there was left was the wait.
But then her reiatsu appeared from the confusing mist of blurred senses and the Privaron was off, muscles taught, body humming and Golondrina fairly shrieking in her ear. She was, Cirucci was, for the blade and the woman were one and the same. And she made sure to release her blade into the first form beforehand, to prevent the surge of reiatsu being sensed, clamping her own down as low as she could before approaching.
There, there she was. No time for pleasantries or insults, no time for banter and snark. This was something Cirucci wanted, and she would have it, too. It was the barest flick of her wrist, and the spinning metal disk flew out from the hilt, a high-pitched whine the only harbinger of it’s unerring course towards the vice captain.
The whine was heard a brief instant before the previously unnoticed weapon closed far too close for Rangiku’s comfort. Instinct took over as she jumped out of the way, mind calling for Haineko as she turned her attention to the surrounding area. Full of trees, and not many open areas, but that could be a double edged blade for them both. Good for finding areas to hide out in, or sneak in attacks from, but bad in the lack of maneuvering room for a drawn out battle. Haineko appeared and was immediately called back to her hand while she pooled her reiatsu. It had been a little unpredictable during her pregnancy, but she didn’t think much of it. Not while such different power had contributed to the life inside her.
With a growl, she finally spotted her assailant and flung a handful of fire towards her as quickly as she could mutter the incantation. “Damn it. I just wanted to take a walk. Can’t you leave me alone at least that long?”
The Thunderwitch smirked as a sonido took her from the fire’s path. Small booted feet landed lightly on another perch on a wide tree limb, wrist flicking out again in a small circular motion to bring the disk whirring back into the shinigami’s path, watching her with a concentration one did not normally see on the Arrancar’s face. She’d been waiting for this and she wouldn’t be disappointed now.
“No, Rangiku.” She finally said with a cruel smile. “I can’t.” Her voice was as sharp as her blade, and just as quick, white uniform standing out starkly against the dark shades of the forest at night.
Hearing the hated voice made Rangiku frown, her own blade rising to knock the disk away from its intended path. Feet in motion, she sprang into the trees opposite Cirucci, using the stark white so visible in the night as a target for her own attacks. “I’ve already shut you up once. I’ll do it again, but this time, I’ll take your breath instead of just your tongue.”
More muttering sent violent lightning arcing down from the sky above Cirucci, followed by another round of fire to both sides.
She was on the move, dashing forward and kicking into a sonido even as she was whipping Golondrina back to hilt, the satisfying whip crack and click of the whirring metal returning to her hand, the four point released tucked neatly between two long fingers.
“Watch it, Rangiku, you’ll hurt the baby~” The Privaron crooned, close enough now to be heard without raising her voice, but it was only the briefest second before she had regained the distance, the zanpakutou whipping out again at the shinigami’s back.
Again, she blocked it with Haineko, but this time, some strain showed on her face as she twisted around. Her lack of training time was beginning to show, but she did her best to cover it. Deciding that reliance on kidou wasn’t a good idea, she leapt at Cirucci, choosing brute strength over finesse or stealth this time.
Subject will resort to more physical means if hard pressed. That had been I the report, and something Cirucci had been hoping for. She waited a split second to allow the vice to come closer before painted lips mouthed a deadly set of words.
“Behead her, Golondrina.” And the sword vanished in a flash of reiatsu release and light, the bone mask on her head breaking and reforming, feathers cascading out behind her, the tail, the arms and shoulders, the wings, the feathers. But it was the taloned hands to be wary of now, for her course could not be reversed at this point and the Privaron’s claws had come up to stab forward at the shinigami’s chest.
The release phrase gave her pause. She knew what it meant. Damn it. This time, she wans’t quite quick enough to completely avoid the attack. A clawed hand sunk into her chest, but was stopped by a desperate scramble of blade and her free hand. With a wet sound and a muffled grunt, she pulled the hand free of her chest and used a foot to shove the Privaron away, then released her own blade to do some damage.
The ash tore into the Privaron at such close range, and the sight of blood coloring the pristine white made a smile curl Rangiku’s lips, even though it was colored with her own pain.
Haineko’s ash had crept into the joints of her shoulder, covered mostly by the large bone armor that attached the extended arms to her body and from there anchored the ivory wings. But the ash was finely grained and it wormed its way between the plates of bone and to the flesh under. A slow crimson leak began to stain the left shoulder, a few drops of blood, collecting pieces of the grey dust, leaked from the space between bone. But her talon was bloodied as well, and it was a simple matter to smirk in a grit of teeth and turn her wrist, elongated arm tipped in bloody claws to slam against the vice, aiming to throw her across the small clearing in a resounding slap.
Even as she willed the ash deeper, she was thrown back and away from her opponent. She pulled her power to her feet and stopped her momentum just short of hitting one of the larger trees surrounding them. A hand to the dripping wound in her chest, she glared across the clearing and silently directed the ash from its happy wallow. Urged it up and higher.
To the Privaron’s face.
There was no time for this, no time for play, for making fun and rousing anger. How irritating. With a barely repressed growl the Privaron's wings snapped out, the starch white bone and gleaming metal bright against the night, ivory blanch against shadow, blade edge bright against moonlight. A strangely poetic thing. But then one wing shot forward, blades all link flexing to a bend, a long-reaching slash as the Arrancar herself released a burst of reiatsu from her flesh to fend off the biting of Haineko 's ash, the tail behind her's mouth snapping open with a glint of viscous substance, a small glow gathering as a cero charged, ready for release in whatever direction the vice captain lept to.
In the trees, she bided her time in silence as Haineko wafted back to her mistress. The gored hole in her chest was a liability, but one she could overcome as long as the fight didn’t draw out too long. No matter the cost, she had to protect her child, but the Privaron had pushed her yet again. The last time that happened, it had cost the birdie her tongue.
This time, Rangiku wanted her to be silent for much longer.
With a soft whisper, her reiatsu was thrown to the sky, calling down lightning at the easily seen target fluttering among the trees.
The crackling, the gathering of lightning, was not overlooked. Cirucci looked up and smirked as the lightning struck, the bolt of electricity crackling along her wings extended towards the sky, the metal blades that served as feathers serving now also as lightning rods. A few sparking flares of the kidou element danced across her skin, causing her to twitch slightly, eyes fluttering. The Thunderwitch. The mouth at the end of her tail snapped a few times, light arcing between the maw, before it angled and fired a fully charged cero in the shinigami's direction, the bright light blinding to eyes adjusted to the night.
A muted grunt could be heard as Rangiku jumped free of the oncoming cero. Another tree branch was easily found by combat trained feet, but her eyes were still dazzled by the light from the attack. With a grimace, she pooled all the reiatsu she could and started murmuring the words for one of the highest level kidou she knew. Black Coffin was a confinement and execution spell, and difficult enough that it took some captains time to form the spell. Desperately, she poured her power into the slowly forming black orb she willed into being.
Cirucci sprang forward in the wake of her cero blast, riding the blinding light trail on a sonido propelled further by her wings, still crackling in the aftermath of the electric kidou, her talons spasming briefly. This was it, she was taking too long, putting too much into that kidou... and she recognized it. She'd been educated by her master in shinigami ways, knew what they were capable of. It was a mistake to try and use that one, not when she was so quick. Silly Rangiku. She hoped Wonderwyce, she could only barely sense his prescense, watching, was learning. There was much to learn from here.
She did not speak, a rarity for her, as suddenly she was in front of the shinigami who was still chanting the kidou spell, still in the middle of preparing, already bloodstained talons stabbing straight for the chest once more. Zaera-Polo wanted the womb intact for his autopsy.
Her eyes cleared of the hazy dazzle just in time to see Cirucci in front of her. With a last ditch frantic thought, she wrenched the reiatsu back from the spell and began to shunpyo away, but it was far too late. White pain stabbed through her as vicious talons tore into her chest, digging the previously laid wound much deeper. Her reiatsu flickered wildly, but wouldn’t answer her call. All she could do was grasp at the wrist of her enemy with already weakening fingers. Her grip didn’t last long enough to try and pull the hand free of her ruined torso.
Cirucci started to laugh. It was a quiet noise, but one full of satisfaction, a soft chuckle. She fought the urge to twist her talons, instead letting one ivory and crimson bone brush across the shinigami's paling cheek, a tender motion. "Poor Rangiku..." She crooned with tongue newly restored, gently extracting her talons from her chest in a sudden outpour of blood that would only grow cold. Supporting the limp vice in her grip, she carefully brushed the hair back from her face, checked her over. The abdomen was unharmed, only the chest mangled by three ripped holes. Just as her brother had asked, the fetus would be intact for his dissection. And he'd said she may could watch. A shiver ran up the Privaron's spine as she sealed her blade, hefting the larger shinigami over one shoulder, the one uninjured, idly running a bloody finger across her bottom lip, tongue flicking out to taste. Cirucci moved to collect Wonderwyce, watching from a distance, and she smiled, patting the vice captain once. "Don't worry, Rangiku." She smirked. "We'll take good care of you."
Rating; R for violence
Characters; Cirucci
thunderwitch and Rangiku 10thdiv_hainekoSummary; Cirucci finds her prey.
Log;
Nights were still pleasant in the city, and evenings around Xulchibara’s home were quite lovely, but Rangiku had decided she wanted to spend some time away. Away from everything that had been on her mind lately. Children and rituals and kidnappings and her lost husband.
Lost by her own actions, as far as she knew. Guilt was a constant companion and no matter the urging by her own friends, she knew she wasn’t the good soul they all thought. All in all, she thought it was ironic that she spent time and sometimes a bed with a god of vengeance and justice. Perhaps one day, He would see fit to judge her as well…
Her feet carried her along a quiet path in the forest near the home she’d shared with her beloved Gin, and they knew the way well enough that her mind wandered. Haineko was nearby, prowling as she usually did in the area, but she didn’t feel unsafe. She knew that, if needed, the spirit would be by her side in an instant.
Cirucci had been waiting. She’d been waiting forever, it seemed, but it had only been days. Days spent in careful preparation. First, she’d gotten the reports from Zaera-Polo. Information from her time in the City gathered from the network, and information on her, her life, her fighting style, from Aizen Sousuke’s part of the reports. Then the preparation in her deal with Raphael. Couldn’t fight her tongueless, sporting the shame of a prior defeat. Wouldn’t do at all. And once she had prepared, well, all there was left was the wait.
But then her reiatsu appeared from the confusing mist of blurred senses and the Privaron was off, muscles taught, body humming and Golondrina fairly shrieking in her ear. She was, Cirucci was, for the blade and the woman were one and the same. And she made sure to release her blade into the first form beforehand, to prevent the surge of reiatsu being sensed, clamping her own down as low as she could before approaching.
There, there she was. No time for pleasantries or insults, no time for banter and snark. This was something Cirucci wanted, and she would have it, too. It was the barest flick of her wrist, and the spinning metal disk flew out from the hilt, a high-pitched whine the only harbinger of it’s unerring course towards the vice captain.
The whine was heard a brief instant before the previously unnoticed weapon closed far too close for Rangiku’s comfort. Instinct took over as she jumped out of the way, mind calling for Haineko as she turned her attention to the surrounding area. Full of trees, and not many open areas, but that could be a double edged blade for them both. Good for finding areas to hide out in, or sneak in attacks from, but bad in the lack of maneuvering room for a drawn out battle. Haineko appeared and was immediately called back to her hand while she pooled her reiatsu. It had been a little unpredictable during her pregnancy, but she didn’t think much of it. Not while such different power had contributed to the life inside her.
With a growl, she finally spotted her assailant and flung a handful of fire towards her as quickly as she could mutter the incantation. “Damn it. I just wanted to take a walk. Can’t you leave me alone at least that long?”
The Thunderwitch smirked as a sonido took her from the fire’s path. Small booted feet landed lightly on another perch on a wide tree limb, wrist flicking out again in a small circular motion to bring the disk whirring back into the shinigami’s path, watching her with a concentration one did not normally see on the Arrancar’s face. She’d been waiting for this and she wouldn’t be disappointed now.
“No, Rangiku.” She finally said with a cruel smile. “I can’t.” Her voice was as sharp as her blade, and just as quick, white uniform standing out starkly against the dark shades of the forest at night.
Hearing the hated voice made Rangiku frown, her own blade rising to knock the disk away from its intended path. Feet in motion, she sprang into the trees opposite Cirucci, using the stark white so visible in the night as a target for her own attacks. “I’ve already shut you up once. I’ll do it again, but this time, I’ll take your breath instead of just your tongue.”
More muttering sent violent lightning arcing down from the sky above Cirucci, followed by another round of fire to both sides.
She was on the move, dashing forward and kicking into a sonido even as she was whipping Golondrina back to hilt, the satisfying whip crack and click of the whirring metal returning to her hand, the four point released tucked neatly between two long fingers.
“Watch it, Rangiku, you’ll hurt the baby~” The Privaron crooned, close enough now to be heard without raising her voice, but it was only the briefest second before she had regained the distance, the zanpakutou whipping out again at the shinigami’s back.
Again, she blocked it with Haineko, but this time, some strain showed on her face as she twisted around. Her lack of training time was beginning to show, but she did her best to cover it. Deciding that reliance on kidou wasn’t a good idea, she leapt at Cirucci, choosing brute strength over finesse or stealth this time.
Subject will resort to more physical means if hard pressed. That had been I the report, and something Cirucci had been hoping for. She waited a split second to allow the vice to come closer before painted lips mouthed a deadly set of words.
“Behead her, Golondrina.” And the sword vanished in a flash of reiatsu release and light, the bone mask on her head breaking and reforming, feathers cascading out behind her, the tail, the arms and shoulders, the wings, the feathers. But it was the taloned hands to be wary of now, for her course could not be reversed at this point and the Privaron’s claws had come up to stab forward at the shinigami’s chest.
The release phrase gave her pause. She knew what it meant. Damn it. This time, she wans’t quite quick enough to completely avoid the attack. A clawed hand sunk into her chest, but was stopped by a desperate scramble of blade and her free hand. With a wet sound and a muffled grunt, she pulled the hand free of her chest and used a foot to shove the Privaron away, then released her own blade to do some damage.
The ash tore into the Privaron at such close range, and the sight of blood coloring the pristine white made a smile curl Rangiku’s lips, even though it was colored with her own pain.
Haineko’s ash had crept into the joints of her shoulder, covered mostly by the large bone armor that attached the extended arms to her body and from there anchored the ivory wings. But the ash was finely grained and it wormed its way between the plates of bone and to the flesh under. A slow crimson leak began to stain the left shoulder, a few drops of blood, collecting pieces of the grey dust, leaked from the space between bone. But her talon was bloodied as well, and it was a simple matter to smirk in a grit of teeth and turn her wrist, elongated arm tipped in bloody claws to slam against the vice, aiming to throw her across the small clearing in a resounding slap.
Even as she willed the ash deeper, she was thrown back and away from her opponent. She pulled her power to her feet and stopped her momentum just short of hitting one of the larger trees surrounding them. A hand to the dripping wound in her chest, she glared across the clearing and silently directed the ash from its happy wallow. Urged it up and higher.
To the Privaron’s face.
There was no time for this, no time for play, for making fun and rousing anger. How irritating. With a barely repressed growl the Privaron's wings snapped out, the starch white bone and gleaming metal bright against the night, ivory blanch against shadow, blade edge bright against moonlight. A strangely poetic thing. But then one wing shot forward, blades all link flexing to a bend, a long-reaching slash as the Arrancar herself released a burst of reiatsu from her flesh to fend off the biting of Haineko 's ash, the tail behind her's mouth snapping open with a glint of viscous substance, a small glow gathering as a cero charged, ready for release in whatever direction the vice captain lept to.
In the trees, she bided her time in silence as Haineko wafted back to her mistress. The gored hole in her chest was a liability, but one she could overcome as long as the fight didn’t draw out too long. No matter the cost, she had to protect her child, but the Privaron had pushed her yet again. The last time that happened, it had cost the birdie her tongue.
This time, Rangiku wanted her to be silent for much longer.
With a soft whisper, her reiatsu was thrown to the sky, calling down lightning at the easily seen target fluttering among the trees.
The crackling, the gathering of lightning, was not overlooked. Cirucci looked up and smirked as the lightning struck, the bolt of electricity crackling along her wings extended towards the sky, the metal blades that served as feathers serving now also as lightning rods. A few sparking flares of the kidou element danced across her skin, causing her to twitch slightly, eyes fluttering. The Thunderwitch. The mouth at the end of her tail snapped a few times, light arcing between the maw, before it angled and fired a fully charged cero in the shinigami's direction, the bright light blinding to eyes adjusted to the night.
A muted grunt could be heard as Rangiku jumped free of the oncoming cero. Another tree branch was easily found by combat trained feet, but her eyes were still dazzled by the light from the attack. With a grimace, she pooled all the reiatsu she could and started murmuring the words for one of the highest level kidou she knew. Black Coffin was a confinement and execution spell, and difficult enough that it took some captains time to form the spell. Desperately, she poured her power into the slowly forming black orb she willed into being.
Cirucci sprang forward in the wake of her cero blast, riding the blinding light trail on a sonido propelled further by her wings, still crackling in the aftermath of the electric kidou, her talons spasming briefly. This was it, she was taking too long, putting too much into that kidou... and she recognized it. She'd been educated by her master in shinigami ways, knew what they were capable of. It was a mistake to try and use that one, not when she was so quick. Silly Rangiku. She hoped Wonderwyce, she could only barely sense his prescense, watching, was learning. There was much to learn from here.
She did not speak, a rarity for her, as suddenly she was in front of the shinigami who was still chanting the kidou spell, still in the middle of preparing, already bloodstained talons stabbing straight for the chest once more. Zaera-Polo wanted the womb intact for his autopsy.
Her eyes cleared of the hazy dazzle just in time to see Cirucci in front of her. With a last ditch frantic thought, she wrenched the reiatsu back from the spell and began to shunpyo away, but it was far too late. White pain stabbed through her as vicious talons tore into her chest, digging the previously laid wound much deeper. Her reiatsu flickered wildly, but wouldn’t answer her call. All she could do was grasp at the wrist of her enemy with already weakening fingers. Her grip didn’t last long enough to try and pull the hand free of her ruined torso.
Cirucci started to laugh. It was a quiet noise, but one full of satisfaction, a soft chuckle. She fought the urge to twist her talons, instead letting one ivory and crimson bone brush across the shinigami's paling cheek, a tender motion. "Poor Rangiku..." She crooned with tongue newly restored, gently extracting her talons from her chest in a sudden outpour of blood that would only grow cold. Supporting the limp vice in her grip, she carefully brushed the hair back from her face, checked her over. The abdomen was unharmed, only the chest mangled by three ripped holes. Just as her brother had asked, the fetus would be intact for his dissection. And he'd said she may could watch. A shiver ran up the Privaron's spine as she sealed her blade, hefting the larger shinigami over one shoulder, the one uninjured, idly running a bloody finger across her bottom lip, tongue flicking out to taste. Cirucci moved to collect Wonderwyce, watching from a distance, and she smiled, patting the vice captain once. "Don't worry, Rangiku." She smirked. "We'll take good care of you."