tampered | Log; Complete

Log; Complete

When; Sat. May 5th
Rating; PG?
Characters; Cirucci {

single_eyed}
Summary; The Privaron comes to fetch Noitora's Fracción and take him to the Espada's residence.
Log;

Cirucci was rather upset. Perhaps the term would be closer to irritated. A fight with Alfons, the arrival of Ishida Uryu... it had her rather miffed. She tried not to appear too angry as she followed the faint reiatsu signature of Noitora's fracción, letting herself enjoy her time if only by releasing her blade to fly over the City proper, wings of bone and metal reflecting off the sun. Nothing like the sun of Hueco Mundo.

The Privaron looked down on the City proper, the twelve buildings surrounding the large fountain... he was down there. With a sigh she dropped lower, the whistling in her ear and rustle in her hair of the wind at least somewhat soothing to her, soothing enough to put a more neutral expression on her face at least. Normally she would never have bothered with something like this, but boredom did wonders, especially in this City.

Resealing the blade she dropped the last several feet to the ground, ignoring the other citizens, humans, other filth, eyes scanning about for the uniform of the Arrancar of Los Noches. Spotting the one she sought, the Privaron began making her way through the crowd towards him, shooting dirty looks at the crowd go-ers who came to close.

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Tesla had arrived to the spot they had agreed upon early, promptness one of the things he valued most. It allowed him to scan the area for any unforeseen events or dangers that he could correct before the Privaron arrived.

Besides, he had not had a chance to enjoy the city so much after his first arrival, having been more concerned with locating his companions or, if that failed, anyone from his world at all. He had been in luck that arrancar and shinigami alike had ended up trapped in this city. Although the presence of more than one Espada meant that Las Noches was left undefended in their wake, he was grateful that they were here in this city instead, to be able to guard their mutual master, no matter what distressing things Zael and Aizen-sama himself had informed him of.

The stir that came in the wake of Cirucci's dramatic entrance broke Tesla's reverie and he straightened at her appearance. She was just on time, if not a little early. He clasped his gloved hands behind his back, striding quickly to the other arrancar.

"The speed of your arrival is appreciated, M- Cirucci," he greeted, his voice clear and even.

Ah, efficient. They trained them well in Los Noches. Or, at least, she heard. Privaron weren't often allowed out of the Tres Cifras zone unless summoned.

"Telsa." Cirucci debated a mocking gesture of a salute, but thought better of it. He might actually interpret it seriously, he seemed so very formal. But at least he presented himself accordingly, properly, and without anything to annoy her further, for which she had a slight bit of gratitude.

"I kept you waiting?" She stopped a foot before the other Arrancar, looking him up and down appraisingly. Smart turnout. At least Noitora had taste in some areas. She estimated a bit and took half a step back, idly, snapping a gater as she did so, evening out their heights.

Tesla smiled slightly, albeit a bit nervously at the inspection she set into with such speed. He held his place until she was done. Even so far from home, he had taken special care to appear presentable. It would not do to disgrace Noitora-sama in foreign parts however much he may or may not care.

"I came to my current position prior to the agreed upon time in order to overlook the city. Your arrival is just on time," Tesla assured her, his one eye flickering curiously to the garter before returning to her face, "I hope I have not caused any inconvenience in your personal schedule with this request?"

"One thing you'll learn rather quickly, darling," Cirucci smirked, "Is that while we may have personal things, we never have a schedule. In this City, we have hardly any orders, hardly any purpose, and hardly any fun 'less we make it ourselves." She followed his one eye and wondered it he were like Noitora in that he wore the damnable thing all the time. It got sort of strange after awhile.

"But as for my personal schedule, no, Telsa, I made time for you." More like she had shit else to do and this was a very, very, welcome distraction. "My duties at this point in time, official ones, consist only of watching Wonderwyce Margera and supervising his training."

"Then allow me to thank you for the gift of your time," Tesla's smile broke more widely, as if amused at himself. He pressed the idea of being without orders to the back of his mind for the time being. If he was truly without them, he would simply have to construct other tasks to engage himself until a return to Las Noches could be arranged.

"How is Wonderwyce's training going? I have yet to encounter him and a few of the arrancar that I was told were presently living in the area," Tesla continued conversationally.

Cirucci crossed her arms under her breasts, looking thoughtful for a moment. She didn't look thoughtful terribly often.

"Wonderwyce is doing well, for being without Tousen-sama." She finally said. "Slowly, but surely, he learns. His language is still disjointed, but it's much better, and I've been working with him on his bala, it's still a tad shaky, and his swordwork, I swear his zanpakutou is too big for him..." The Privaron almost had the look of pride, as a mother may have pride in the achievements of her children. He was more of her ward, of course, but still. "His only problem lays in his... offensive attachment to the arrancar Nell Tu, but that should be remedied eventually."

Cirucci idly tossed her hair back, taking a moment to shoot a glare in the direction of a human passing by. She hated most of them, worthless, just like the one that had spared her- The Privaron tried to steer herself from that thought.

Tesla listened without much more comment than a nod to show that he was listening. Life advanced, even away from their hallowed halls and, although life was not the same here, it appeared it was benefiting the youngest of their number quite well. It was only her comment about the smaller arrancar that drew his attention the most.

"Remedied? By eliminating her, I'd assume?" Tesla asked, frowning. While he did not fully understand the situation and he recognized the more violent natures of his siblings, it seemed almost wasteful to kill a fellow arrancar. "Is there not a more efficient way of dealing with Nell Tu? If I recall correctly, she would only return after being killed."

"She's worthless." Cirucci commented immediately. "An annoyance, at best. And quite keen on aiding shinigami. The substitute shinigami she resides with, as well as Aizen-sama's castoff toy and the third division shinigami. She passes them information and the like." She gestured with one gloved hand, gloves different than her usual, fingers covered, skin beneath the gloves a sickly twisted gray.

"And it's not that she's worth killing, it's that Wonderwyce needs to kill her himself, you see." It made perfect sense to her. "He needs to be rid of his attachment and she of hers, it's detrimental to his learning, and I won't have it."

A teacher's logic was hard to argue and Tesla had to admit that it appeared their mutual attachments were doing both of them more harm than good. But something about Nell's condition sat ill with him. It wasn't sympathy. Tesla knew too well that he was not capable of this. It was the wastefulness that struck him most.

"She has spoken of healing powers, though," Tesla remarked, slowly and deliberately, "I will not argue that it would be ideal if both of their attachments could be severed, but I cannot agree that she is entirely worthless."

"I am speaking above my place," Tesla amended shortly, "But, it would be ideal if she could join our ranks or put to use in some manner. We do not have the resources we had in our world. The trust the shinigami put in her is something that could be put to better use if we could control the information she gives them."

"It's been attempted." He was earning her ire at this rate. Nell Tu was one of the things that bothered her most in the City, right up there with her cold bed, her lack of proper food, lack of proper entertainment, Crowley, Ulquiorra fucking a shinigami, Zaheela, and the Quincy.

"She tried to be among us for a time, but she returned to the shinigami." Attempting to impress upon the Fracción her opinion, and the opinion he himself should take, Cirucci met his gaze as gravely as she was able, mouth set in a firm line.

"She is a traitor, and is to be killed on sight, as the Octava Espada already mentioned to you." It angered her to have to rely on the Espada's words, especially that Espada's words, but she would if she needed to, and frankly, a Privaron's weight was nowhere near Espada's.

Her hand twitched, wanting to trace the scar on her skin where a five had once been inked.

Tesla nodded, silenced by her words. Of course he was not the only one to have thought of such a thing. His hands twisted together behind his back, the brief embarassment schooled from his boyish face. It was obvious by her tone that he had irked the Privaron with his words.

"I understand," he said, softly, glancing away from her and towards the crowds that lined the streets.

"Good." The Privaron immediately dropped her grave look and fell back to her neutral expression, though it turned to a frown at the silence. She hated silence, hated it, hated it, hated it.

Her gaze followed his, eyeing the crowd. Humans. Souls. Food.

"We've been discouraged from feeding properly." She added with a sneer. "You'll have to find human food to your tastes." Cirucci didn't like this too much, she was something of a picky eater.

"It has no detrimental effects?" Tesla asked, returning his attentions to the young woman once more. He had not fed since his arrival, already full from his time in Las Noches, but the thought of eating human food twisted his stomach. It seemed almost unnatural for an arrancar to consume such a thing.

"... And all of us have been eating it?" he marveled after some thought. The idea of Noitora-sama or Grimmjow lowering themselves to human food was almost more perplexing than the thought of eating it himself. He was, after all, one of the weaker of their number. He had done worse things to survive before, but the Espada were different.

"Not really." Cirucci sighed dramatically. "We all make do with it, though I admit to sneaking Wonderwyce snacks on occasion, he needs to learn the taste." She gestured widely across the City courtyard, to the shops and restuarants scattered about.

"You can eat at the restaurants, or purchase food from the sellers. It's incredibly domestic, you've no idea how mundane we have to be here, Tesla, but don't worry, you'll get used to it, I suppose." The 105th paused for a moment, wrist in mid turn.

"Grimmjow likes pancakes."

Tesla blinked at the sudden mention of the other arrancar before laughing openly, a dark gloved hand lifting to his mouth on reflex. He knew better and had been trained better not to laugh at his superiors, but he couldn't help but be amused at the thought of the vicious sixth of the Espada, who could make so many of the lower ranks cower before his powers, having a fondness for sweets.

"I must apologize," he tried to gather himself from the outburst, his voice still filled with the mirth of the squelched laughter, "I would not... had not expected to learn such a thing."

Cirucci turned her head for a moment to compose herself, well, somewhat. She had a finger to her lips, the corners twitching up into a smile.

He was somewhat refreshing.

"No need to apologize, what did I tell you about manners?" She laughed openly, albeit softly. "The food the humans eat can be rather atrocious, I stick with the fruit products myself. Though I can't cook, so I have to have someone else do it for me."

"You told me something I told you I could not promise," Tesla offered her a wry smile, carefully schooling his expression to a more neutral one after but a few seconds. He returned his hands neatly to his sides and straightened himself a bit.

"And the other arrancar? I trust their preferences vary as well?" he urged, gently. He did not wish to ask her directly, but the intense desire to play his part, even on foreign grounds remained.

"Of course." Cirucci waved her hand dismissively. She only knew Grimmjow's preference for foods when it came to him morning routine because he usually kicked her out before lunch. A pity, that. She didn't elaborate, however, he hadn't asked.

"We're all terribly..." She searched for the word, chin rising. "Different, no?" Since they seemed to be talking for a time, she sauntured the few steps to the fountains edge, perching lightly on the edge and crossing her legs, adjusting her skirt as she did so.

"I trust the Octava told you most everything you needed to know?

"Indeed," Tesla agreed, conversationally. The arrancars' strength rested in their differences. From the scientifically-inclined Octava to the more battle-honed Sexta, the Espada table alone housed a wide variety of strengths and tastes. It often led to dissent between them, but, at the same time, it gave their leaders an amazing range of talents to utilize in achieving their goals.

"The Octava was rather thorough as to our present situation and quite a few other details," Tesla conceded, "I have very few questions outside of what he has shared with me."

"Curses?" She asked, without thinking about it rubbing her arms with a dour expression on her face, feeling the skin shifting in a squelching manner beneath her touch.

"Friendly parties? Allies, enemies?"

Tesla paused at Cirucci's list, realizing to what an extent his knowledge was truly lacking. He was almost glad he had not encountered Noitora-sama when there were such dire gaps in his intelligence.

"I'm afraid those were not covered in his explanation of the territory," Tesla murmured, suitably put in his place. He glanced at her, "Could you please expound on those points?"

One small booted foot kicked idly as she leaned back, looking up at the sky as she tried to find words.

"Curses are this City's way of being ridiculous." She finally said. "The deities here throw them out every few days, they affect random people, and they very."

Examples... examples...

"And by vary Cirucci means they can include a swarm of bugs for an entire day, silly noises when you walk, thinking your enemy is your friend, or making you want to fuck the first person you see."

Tesla frowned as Cirucci continued. The list of curses seemed so strange and random at best. It was a wonder that anyone had managed to organize a life for themselves here when such things were rather frequent occurrences.

"And there is no way to predict their occurrence or prepare?" Tesla ventured.

"Nope." The Privaron answered flippantly. "Every now and then there will be some sort of theme, we just had some set of human plagues, bugs, darkness, blood, and the like, but for the most part they're completely chaotic, random, what have you." She waved her hand as she spoke, showing a casual stance, though she knew what the curses were capable of.

Capable of making a Privaron feel love sweel in a heartless bosom, for one, a feeling she had never been able to shake, though it had been so long since that day.

"So, all we can do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best," Tesla sighed. That wasn't very reassuring, but he took comfort in the fact that there would be others experiencing the symptoms as well. He'd watch for that and take note for any indications of affects in his own actions.

"And friendly parties? Allies, enemies?" Tesla urged, gently, hoping for better results in those categories.

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