Log; Complete

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When; Sat. May 5th
Rating; PG?
Characters; Cirucci {thunderwitch} & Telsa {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 stepped into the apartment at her words. It seemed somewhat rude to impose upon the other while he was away, but Tesla also did not want to waste the opportunity to meet with Noitora-sama after all he had learned. True to Cirucci's notes, the apartment did not look lived in beyond a few signs of activity. It seemed very likely in Tesla's eyes that Noitora-sama only used this as a place to sleep and take part in the Privaron's services.

"I suppose it could not hurt," Tesla smiled, "I would be inappropriate for me to come this far and not await his return in order to give him my report." Admittedly, there was a very large chance nothing of that report would be of interest to the other, but the excuse was valid enough.

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"Then I'll leave you here." Cirucci sighed. "I've a ward to look after-"

An idea came to mind, rather obviously, and she turned, examining the zanpakutou at his side.

"How's your bladework?" She had been unable to keep up with training Wonderwyce, due to her inability to do anything violent, even demonstrate techniques.

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Tesla paused, his gloved hand reaching to rest against the hilt of his blade. The comforting worn leather fit well in his hand as he offered her another wry smile at her question.

"I am no Espada. My power is too poor for that. But, I am skilled with the blade. I would not have risen to my present position were it not for my work in that area," Tesla remarked, a soft pride evident in his voice. He felt, at times, that he was one of the more powerful of the Espada's chosen, not as fast as Halibel's, but making up for it in a well-balanced skill set, "If you would like, in return for your help, I can aid Wonderwyce with his zanpakutou practice until your arm is healed once more."

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"That would be appreciated, dear." Cirucci nodded, content with that. Her own blade was where it always was, Golondrina looped at her side, but she had not seen blood in far too long, and she was itching for violence, the violence that now brought her to her knees and brought the black acid from her lips. ... Not pleasant.

"I'll tell Wonderwyce, his bladework, well, he's a tad clumsy." She smirked, patting her hip, gloved fingers caressing the the smooth metal circle. She pursed her lips, looking up briefly.

"Well, I'll go." She sauntered past him, pausing at the doorframe. "Do tell Noitora I'd like to speak with him when he returns." The smirk was still present.

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Tesla nodded, letting his fingers slip from the hilt of his blade once more, not wishing to appear as if he was taunting her inability to use her blade. After all, he had a vague feeling what it might be like to miss the comfort of being able to use his zanpakutou in battle.

"I will, Cirucci," Tesla bowed his head, "Thank you." He stilled, watching as she left boots making little sound as she went on her way, leaving him to the silence of Noitora-sama's empty apartment and, more troubling, his own thoughts after the arrancar's words and warnings from their small journey there.