tampered | Log; Ongoing

She was there, or, rather, she was now.

The slight static of noise leftover from her sonido sounded light beneath her feet, pausing to look skyward and frown, reach up and untangle a lank of her curly black hair from the spiked bone remnant on her head before she turned her gaze on the one-time Sexta Espada.

He looked the same as she remembered, albeit last she'd heard he had consisted of a legs and part of his hips. How lovely. Well, she didn't play with emotions like anger and sympathy, she'd still seen to Grimmjow afterwards with no change in her behavior or actions. It was just one of those things that happened in the mad scramble of the ranks. She missed it.

"Luppi~" She crooned, one hand on her hip and lips twisted into a small smirk, able to somewhat look down, as she had an inch or two on his height.

"Thunderwitch," Luppi greeted with a purr, his twisted smile so similar to her own as he smirked up at her, lifting at bit on his feet so that the difference was not quite so obvious. He hadn't seen her since his awful death and it was as welcome a sight as ever.

He shook out his sleeves with an almost overdramatic sigh as he turned to face her, "I waited quite a bit for you, you know."

She pouted, reached out and plucked lightly at his long sleeves. They were so silly, honestly.

"I'm sorry~" But she was smirking again already, in a playful mood. She and Luppi were similar in some ways, and she did so enjoy his company at times. "But Cirucci is going to make it up to you, no?~"

Luppi leaned back with a slightly more forgiving smile. He tugged back his precious sleeves, drawing back as if to lead her on. He hadn't spent a lot of time in the city, but he had already picked out a few choice places he wanted to drag Circucci along with.

"Luppi fully expects to be repaid, you know," Luppi teased, "Every bit of that precious gossip of yours."

She laughed lightly and gestured for him to lead. She didn't know how long he'd been about, she'd been too busy fuming about the curse of the day previous to be concentrating on reiatsu, but apparantly he knew where he wanted to go, and honestly, all Arrancar knew how things went. The one with the more power was in charge. And Luppi hadn't held the 6th rank, however temporary he'd held it, for nothing.

"Of course, dear," Cirucci murmured, tagging close behind him, hands clasped behind her as she walked, small booted feet tapping out something of a pattern on the street. "I've got something interesting on every single Arrancar here, come now, you know me~ Name one, and I've got something to tell~"

Luppi stepped lightly in front of her, walking backwards to keep his eyes on the Privaron as he moved slowly through the crowds towards the little cafe he had seen not too long before. He was used to getting his way, so he was more than happy to see that she had no complaints on the matter.

"Well~" Luppi tossed his head back, running his mind through the few arrancar he knew that were here, "Start with the former sexta, if you will? I'd like to hear all of his dirty little secrets."

"How'd Cirucci know you'd want her to start with him?~" She laughed again, going along with the smaller Arrancar's whims. No need to upset anyone today, and with as rude as the Octava was being she wouldn't be seeing him for a while, Grimmjow was probably still upset about her crying in her bed, Il Forte was gone, Di Roy was worthless, Ulquiorra fucking a shinigami... well, Ichimaru had returned, so maybe? Her options quickly became ever so limited, which was something she certainly wasn't used to.

"Well, Luppi may be intrigued to know..." Though her lips were twisted into a caricature of a smile, more a sneer, her voice held only disgust for her own words. "That Grimmjow-dear was fucking a shinigami, loving a shinigami, for some time~"

Luppi laughed out loud, turning around to meet Cirucci and walk beside her. Now, that little tidbit of information was certainly something he hadn't expected to hear. So, Grimmjow had been playing around with more than just the substitute shinigami?

"That's just precious," Luppi held his hands behind his back as he peered up at her, "I expect to hear all the details."

The Privaron smiled, dipping her shoulders a bit to lean in close to the somewhat-Espada's ear, murmuring softly.

"Said fought for her," She crooned, "Defected from the Espada for her, left us all~" Her voice was fairly dripping with palpable disgust, barely veiled in sweet tones. "Let her kill him, when Aizen-sama ordered him kill her." And the kicker, as far as Cirucci was concerned?

"Grimmjow said he loved her." Her voice became tinted with something like bitterness, jealousy. "That, ah, a love so nice a whore such as me coudln't begin to understand~"

"So disgusting, even for him," Luppi snorted, rolling his eyes at Cirucci's description. There was no doubt in his mind that Grimmjow had officially gone off the rocker since he'd gotten his arm back from that weirdo human girl.

"So are they still fucking or did she get tired of his nasty little prick?" Luppi pressed.

"They stopped~" Cirucci nodded, pulling back and idly snapping at one of her garters as they walked. "Apparantly the poor dear just didn't know what to do~ Went and sold her memories of him, oh, he was so sad." It had utterly nauseated her. "So he went and sold his, too~ Doesn't remember a damn thing about her, or fucking her~" And that was all the better, in Cirucci's opinion. He'd gone all soft, wouldn't kill things like he used to. Terribly dull, not to mention, ugh, bedding shinigami.

"He's... how to say, reformed, now, back to how he was." The Privaron rolled her eyes, flicking her wrist out as if to fling the very idea of what he had been doing from her. She was honestly worried one of these days one of the boys would catch something nasty, sleeping about like that, honestly.

"Mmm... Pity," Luppi pouted, his lower lip jutting out just slightly. If Grimmjow was reformed, he'd be back to his old strength and that much harder for Luppi to wrest his grip free of the sixth spot at the Espada table once and for all.

"I would have liked to see him bawl his eyes out over some pathetic little shinigami when I skewered her in front of him," Luppi sighed, "It would have been so much more fun."

"Sorry, dear~" Cirucci shrugged her shoulders. "Missed it." But she couldn't say she was sorry. Well, couldn't ever really say she had sympathy for a fellow Arrancar's pain, though after a time she had become quite accustomed to acting as if she did. A comforter, sympathizer, lover, listener, scapegoat for those more powerful than herself. She pined for more beneath her to arrive, so she could afford to be more vicious. Well, that was what humans and the like were for, she supposed.

"If you want to watch an Espada get upset with you for attacking a shinigami, you'll have to go to Ulquiorra." She snorted lightly, looking about. She hadn't been to this section before, she usually stuck closer to her own apartment, and didn't often go out if not for food, for shopping, or to kill something.

"Oooh?" Luppi asked, signaling her to follow as he finally found the shop in question, a little place off the main roads where he had first seen the delicacy of ice cream in person. It was lightly colored and they blended in well with their pure white uniforms.

"So, Grimmjow-dearest isn't the only one diddling with a shinigami, is he?" Luppi asked, raising a delicately shaped brow, "Which one has Ulquiorra taken to, hmm?"

Cirucci spun about her direction, following after him with a bit of bounce in her step. She did fancy the parfait things, not that she really knew much about them, but there was fruits and it was chilled, something nice, though she'd never openly admit to human food being anything but decent. Going out... it always made her hungry, so many souls wandering about, so many delicacies. Ah, but they made to, alas.

"The science experiment, vice of the 12th." She frowned a bit, recalling a rather painful punishment at the Espada's hands after she and Grimmjow had almost killed her for sport. "If she weren't a shinigami I would say they were meant for each other, tch, both so dull and bo~ring~"

"Tch," Luppi huffed. Well, it would have been interesting if Ulquiorra was screwing a shinigami. But, screwing a shinigami who was almost exactly the same as he was was just pathetic as far as he was concerned.

"So, does she make him feel just as warm and fuzzy inside?" Luppi asked, boredly, turning towards the cashier to make his order.

"Ick." Cirucci commented, looking about at the picture menu idly. "I don't even want to know."

She pointed at what she wanted, not speaking to the counter help. She didn't like speaking to the human things, it just wasn't worth it. But she had to, with a sigh, explaining exactly what she mean by extra fruit. It was her favorite human food, the fruits.

"He fucks her, I know." Cirucci picked up where she left off once she'd gotten her food, sat gracefully at a table and crossed her legs, poking at the parfair a bit with the long spoon. "And he protects her. Espada's orders she's not to be harmed in any way." The Privaron rolled her eyes again, popping a berry into her mouth. "For Ulquiorra that's something I suppose."

Luppi settled down across from her, digesting the information as slowly as he'd digest the elegantly crafted little sundae that he sat on the table in front of him. He dipped lightly into the smooth whipped cream with his plastic spoon. The very idea of Ulquiorra fucking someone was almost revolting. Did his face even change expressions when he came? Either way, Luppi would have to pester one or the other for details later.

"Something, indeed. Pity he'd be too much for anyone to handle to actually do something about such a gaping weakness," Luppi commented, taking his first bite slowly and continuing once he'd swallowed, "It would almost be just desserts to see him fall on account of some stupid affair with a shinigami."

"One wonders." Cirucci gestured with her utensil as she spoke, twirling it about before licking a dollop of the yogurt from the spoon. "But he hasn't compromised himself like Grimmjow has. He acts the exact same as always, same powers, such as that, the only exception being," She made a face, "That he spends time with her that doesn't end with her broken and bleeding."

Curious, she eyes Luppi's ice cream, proferring her spoon with a look that indicated she wanted a taste, should he acquiese.

"Hmm, what else..." She murmured. "There's Zaera-Polo and his nasty kitty-mortal pet. Aizen-sama and that damned 10th's whore. Ichimaru-sama and her as well..."

"And no one appreciates the arrancar who work so hard on pleasuring them all," Luppi stuck out his tongue, holding out his dish for Cirucci to sample a taste. He had no problems with sharing in this case. Only in the case of rank did he truly mind.

"As soon as they find new holes to dip their wicks in, they go sampling and getting diseases," Luppi rolled his eyes, "I don't see how you've put up with it as long as you have, really, Thunderwitch."

"No~" Cirucci flipped her hair back dismissively, instead of using her spoon leaning across the table to lick a bit of the ice cream out of his bowl with a coy look.

"Shinigami, especially." The Privaron sighed, proferring her own dessert in return, gaze up as she thought about whether she liked his ice cream or not. "I could stand it if they'd at least fuck things that looked decent, or acted... correctly. Zaera-Polo's pet is a damned pretend-saint."

"... I don't like it." She finally addressed whether she put up with it. Because really, when it came down to it, she didn't really have a say in what she put up with from them.

"Then don't take it," Luppi shrugged, leaning forward to scoop a bit of Cirucci's parfait with his fingers. He sucked it off slowly as he leaned back in his seat, matching her coy look with one of his own before licking his lips.

"If they can't get any more from you or the others, maybe they'll start remembering what was so damn good about you in the first place," Luppi reached over to catch a little more on his finger, "It's not like rank seems to matter that much here. I got mouthed off by a numeros, for god's sake."

"Mm, but if I deny them-" Cirucci tapped at his fingers, pouting lightly. "Then I don't get any fun." Which was a definite problem. She was already getting frustrated, it had been, what, almost two weeks now? Goodness, that was unacceptable. Absolutely horrid.

"They do get mouthy." She did recall having to put a few in their places back in Hueco Mundo, but never so much as here. "Di Roy's terribly crass with me at times, Rori complains so to me about Aizen-sama and the boys, and Tesla won't listen properly when I tell him what to do." Privaron may be disgraced, but she could still kick a Numeros in a fight no problem.

"But, you don't have to deny all of them," Luppi ventured, a slight twitch of his lips proving he had more than the good of his brothers and sisters in mind, if he could just pull this off properly. He swirled his spoon in his ice cream.

"You can offer rewards to those who actually behave properly. For example, I haven't touched any of the shinigami, you know," Luppi remarked, flicking his tongue to catch a drip of ice cream from his spoon, "Sooner or later, they're bound to realize that to get anything from you, they have to play by your rules. Shinigami pussy can't be quite good enough to erase the memories of yours."

"You flatter me~" Cirucci rolled a strawberry about in her spoon, contemplating it with a smirk before she slowly bite into it, eyes closing a moment.

"But, that, darling, is terribly attractive." She commented, and honestly, it was. It was disgusting thinking that Grimmjow had lain with Hinamori Momo, for one thing, in addition to being a shinigami, she looked like a damned child.

"Cirucci worries, however, if she cuts them off they'll simply devote themselves further to their... inferior toys." Zaheela? She'd killed Zaera-Polo's pet before, and apparantly she was still coming back for more, obviously no sense of self-preservation. Foolish.

"And that would be shame, wouldn't it, Lu~ppi?~" She tried not to think on the Octava's comments about him keeping her company, that was infuriating. If she wanted him, she'd take him, simple as that in her mind.

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