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When; Friday, June 22
Rating; PG-13 for now, probably?
Characters; Cirucci Thunderwitch thunderwitch and Yagami Light onetruejustice (And Ryuk too, probably?)
Summary; Most interested in what an arrancar can do, Light asks Cirucci out for dinner to get to know her better. Translated: to test the waters. It never hurts to have another ally around, especially in this city.
Log;

Light had been ingesting a steady stream of caffeine lately, and had only recently switched to tea when he decided that there was only so many times that one can drink black coffee without getting utterly sick of it.

That, and the fact that tea was known to have significantly more caffeine than coffee. Ryuk was loitering around somewhere; Light hadn't bothered to look to see where the shinigami was. He was probably looking out for apples again, or making faces at the chef who was preparing the apple pies and crumbles.

Giving a smile to the waitress who had set down a pot of tea and a teacup for him, he poured the cool milk into the cup, then added the steaming tea into it. It was almost a ritual, and Sayu, he remembered, had always marveled at the strange habit he had of adding the milk before anything.

Dropping a cube of sugar into the tea, he glanced out the window briefly before picking up the silver teaspoon, idly stirring it. The conversation he had with Cirucci had been most interesting; it didn't take a genius to know that she was vastly different from most of the other ladies in this city. Just how different, and how capable, was what he wanted to know.

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Cirucci had been bored, a common enough occurence for her in the City. With her main form of entertainment, killing shinigami, severely limited, she was forced to take to her other interests, and while spending time with the Arrancar males was pleasurable enough, she sometimes liked to have time to herself to do... whatever it was she felt like doing.

And, well, when a human male was smart enough to know how to flatter, how could she refuse him the chance to prove himself, most likely, as just the same as the rest of his kind. So weakly mortal and fun to play with. By play, the Privaron meant maim and kill.

But the expression on her lips when she approached was a smile of sorts, more a smirk on painted lips, without a word saunturing by to drag her fingers lightly on the edge of the table before she stopped and stood, white uniform setting her apart from the others about, not to mention the bone mask on her face or the eclectic markings. Let alone the hole through her torso hidden by white fabric.

"Yagami Light?~" She questioned with a croon, one eyebrow arched to indicate she already knew the answer to that question.

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Shutting his laptop as soon as he saw her, - Aizen Sousuke had given him the basic information about arrancar a couple of days back, and he knew enough to be cautious around this woman - Light rose smoothly to his feet and returned her smirk with one of his more charming smiles.

Taking a mere moment to register her appearance and dressing, he had to admit that she definitely stood out from the crowd, especially with the bone-mask and all. Beautiful, but it was easy to see why Ishida would warn him about her through the journals.

"If you're not Miss Cirucci Thunderwitch, I would be most disappointed." Honey-sweet words, every single one of them were sugary lies even as he pulled her chair out for her to take a seat - every inch the perfect gentleman that he had made himself out to be.

Now that she was here, things would get very interesting indeed.

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She took the seat he offered, graceful movements from a woman by all appearences of build no threat, thin, lithe limbs, svelte figure, petite frame, and yet her every movement seemed something dangerous, a blade waiting to strike and held back by the slimmest of threads.

"You can drop the Miss." Cirucci crossed her legs, long fingers adjusting a vibrant purple garter as she did so, a light laugh almost forthcoming, but not quite.

"It makes her feel human." The comment established her take on mortals in one easy ideal. Beneath her. Useful, however, for doing her cooking and providing her with idle entertainment.

Flattery, though, however false, (and Cirucci could look back and think of only a few times in her life she had recieved genuine compliemts) was pleasing to her.

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Light simply nodded; she was graceful and was by all means a beautiful woman, which would make his time here a lot easier. That, and the fact that she was not as grating as a few women he used to know.

"For one who spends time killing people, Cirucci, I'm surprised that you would wish to think of yourself as one." It was useless to pretend that she was human; arrancar were anything but, especially if what Aizen and Ishida had said about them was true.

There was no offense meant, and he doubted that she would take it that way. Otherworldly entities, as far as he knew, weren't very obsessed about being human. That was, if Ryuk and Rem were both used as indicators.

Taking his seat opposite her, he continued pleasantly, gesturing to the menu. "Would you like to order anything?"

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"Ah-" Cirucci paused, violet eyes flit up in thought a moment. "The Miss makes her feel human." She clarified with a slightly condescending smile. "Cirucci has no desire whatsoever to pretend such, no."

She could recall curse days that had given her a heart for the hole in between her breasts, could recall ones that had made her love and feel like humans did, and she wanted no part in it. Not only did it make her physically weak, but it was sickening to her mind as well, tempered for battles and not much else.

"Ah, and Cirucci's little reputation precedes her." The Arrancar did laugh at the mention of being a murderess, evident in that gesture how lightly she thought of such acts. Most knew her reputation in this City, she supposed, after all she'd done.

Picking up the menu in long, gloved, hands, she flipped through it, murmuring something about the food being inferior to souls as she finally found a simple fruit dish that would match her palatte's tastes.

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"Ah, of course. Forgive my misunderstanding." Light supposed that he should be offended that she thought of humans as beneath her, but he really couldn't bring himself to care. As far as he knew, most of them were inferior to him as well, and were only good for being used to further his own goals.

At her laugh, Light mused that Kira killed people like these, the ones who murdered without a care. With a handful of words etched into paper, he took their lives away and restored justice. But this time, it was a whole new ballgame altogether. He was not foolish enough to think that he was superior to the exquisite creature seated opposite him.

"I wonder how many you killed to garner that kind of reputation," He asked out loud, taking a sip of his beverage. How quaint, talking about murders over tea and refreshments.

Catching her murmurs and filing her words away for the moment, he gestured for a waitress, who came over almost immediately.

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"Now that would depend." Her smile was purely wicked, without a hint of the emotions called compassion or empathy for the pain of others. "In the City... perhaps..." She tried to remember how many, but some of the times she had merely tortured or played with blurred together with the times she had killed, making it difficult to count.

"Well," She shrugged. "Cirucci kills shinigami on principle, humans and other mortal things when the mood strikes or they make her angry." At the sight of the waitress she merely pointed to the dish she'd selected, hated talking to them and thusly refused to unless she had to clarify something for their small brains.

"So hard to eat here." The Privaron commented with a sigh, a shake of her head sending dark, almost purple, waves of hair about her face.

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At the mention of shinigami, Light's eyes absently flickered to where Ryuk would be for a split second before focusing on the waitress, dismissing her with a brief smile. Cirucci's way of communicating with the woman, however, was not lost on him, although that particular fact was rather irrelevant at this point in time.

"I see...shinigami meaning the humanoid ones, right?"

With an amused half-smile tugging at his lips at her comment, he quietly responded. "Souls are more to your liking, I assume?"

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"MMm~" Cirucci nodded, assuming that he had learned such things from the othe citizens in the City.

"Souls are the proper food for Cirucci's kind." She eyed him as one would eye their dinner, an appraising look.

"Some are more appealing than others."

{ooc: *slinks to bed, will return in a few hours*}

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Light had the distinct impression that he was being sized up like a meal, and frankly speaking, it wasn't the most pleasant feeling.

"I see. How do you do it here, in this City where the dead comes back to life?" It was a point of much interest, because if she could do it in here, it meant that the dead stayed dead, right? Or were reduced to a comatose state, at the very least.

Dropping another sugar cube into his tea, Light felt a smile tug at his lips. "I'm sure some are. However, you'll probably choke on the filth that's my soul."

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The meal assumption was correct. Cirucci was hungry. She hadn't consumed a soul in what had seemed like ages, but it had been months. Months of that hunger clawing at her belly, at the hole in her chest. The Privaron propped her chin in her hand, looking around and licked her lips.

"We can't do it properly." She admitted. "Everytime we try, we can begin, just to taste, but then they die and their souls won't come out, because they'll revive later."

Crowds made her hungrier.

"Ah?" She almost laughed again, let her gaze direct back to the human boy. "And what has Light done to dirty himself so?" Dirty souls could be delicious in their own right. Power made them the tastiest, and the flavors of evil and righteousness added a bit of excitement.

"Let Cirucci have a taste?~"

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Contemplating that, Light remarked. "Does this mean that the arrancar of this city will eventually begin to starve?"

It was a disturbing thought, having ravenous monsters loose all over the place. Really, the rule of revival may come in useful, but Light was beginning to think that it was a pain. It rendered the Death Note useless - unless it was to get a message through to someone - and only left Light with one thing to fend himself with: his intellect.

With a pleasant smile, making note of the fact that his last statement only had her more intrigued - Light responded smoothly, meeting her eyes. "I'm afraid that's not possible. I know quite a few in this City that would taste a lot better than mine, though."

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"We can make do on human food." She sighed dramatically, pouted and draped in her chair, idly letting her fingers snap her garters over and over in a rhythmic snapping.

"It's just troublesome, makes us ill if we eat certain things, and it doesn't satisfy." Cirucci shrugged a bit, gestured with the gloved hands as she spoke, a very expressive speaker.

"Secrets, hmm?~" The Privaron was a curious thing, and easily intrigued by such things, though her interest wasn't usually kept very long, a magpie distracted by the shine of a bauble.

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A lesser man, Light decided, would definitely be distracted by the snapping of her garters - or, to be more specific, the flesh that those garters barely covered.

He supposed that he was lucky enough to be relatively immune to these sorts of things, considering the amount of time he'd lived with Misa, who spent most of it dressing in outfits that got skimpier and skimpier by the day.

Watching her hands curiously, Light asked. "What kinds of things besides fruits are you able to eat?"

Leaning back in his seat lazily, the brunet eyed her with no small amount of bemusement before he finally spoke, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "That's for me to know, Cirucci. I don't kiss and tell."

He paused for a moment to let the waitress set the bowl of fruit on the table, and waited for her to leave before he continued. "Even then, you can only barely taste them. It's a cruel fate."

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For a moment, Light thought that the pets she had been referring to were of the animal variety, when it struck him that her fellow arrancar would probably not bother with that kind of thing. That, and judging from the post she'd made earlier, she most likely referred to the humans they chose to play with.

Well, if they were weak enough to be used as toys, it wasn't Light's place to feel sorry for them.

He didn't miss her vicious little smile, and despite the fact that he knew he was playing with fire, he finally asked. "If I asked you to kill a few...interesting people for me, what would be your price?"

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"Why, darling~" Cirucci smirked, arched one brow and leaned back in her seat to watch him carefully, eyes darkening, predatory, though her words themselves seemed light and casual.

"That would, of course, depend on if interesting meant powerful, or with abilities, or if they even measured up to Cirucci's prowess." As for price, well, she would see once he gave more details.

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"All three, perhaps." He didn't need anyone else to kill L, because really, that would just ruin the dynamics of their...whatever it was that was between them. It sure as hell wasn't friendship, or even those mundane, boring things that insipid people called love.

He believed in love, but strictly only in the capacity of it being a powerful tool for him to use. Other than that, it was meaningless.

Leaning forward a little, he murmured. "I don't have anyone specific in mind, I merely wish to know the price." He smiled faintly, and continued. "And, of course, an excuse to see you again should I have someone I wish to see dead."

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"When you put it that way~" Cirucci Thunderwitch always took flattery with the assumption that it was false, but that made it no less flattering in and of itself, and she preened slightly, tossed the dark waves of her hair with a laugh.

"If they're weak, mortal and without ability, or powerful friends, Cirucci may even do it as a favor, hmm?~" She picked lightly at the few remaining pieces of fruit, already becoming sated, unable to consume much solid food, used to the light reiatsu of human souls.

"If they present a challenge, or have friends liable to become Cirucci's enemies, well, it depends. Cirucci already has quite a few enemies who would love to rip her-" She paused before she used the phrase mortals were fond of, considering she had no heart to rip out.

"See her dead." She finished with a smile. "In that case, Cirucci does so like presents." A magpie, she kept a trophy area of items from her victims, her residence decorated with shiny baubles and trinkets she'd picked up here and there.

"And, of course, there's always grief for the shinigami that can be used to pay. And favors to endear to her brothers."

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He smiled as she preened, amused. Really, women were all the same, no matter what species they were.

Leaning forward a little, noting that she wasn't eating anymore, Light responded silkily. "I understand. I'd much rather please Cirucci~it's easier to know what she likes." Chocolates, trinkets that most girls liked...she'd probably like that, too, anda favour here and there.

He wasn't too thrilled on extending...'favours' to her brothers, considering the fact that he didn't know what they were like and all.

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"Of course, Cirucci would rather see herself pleased as well, dear." She pouted lightly and sighed, idly running her hands over the collar of her dress, gaze flitting to the ceiling.

"But pleasing her means she has to endear herself to her brothers, and they're so difficult to please, always Espada this, Espada over Privaron that, Espada better than Privaron this." Her voice easily reflected her bitterness, her anger towards those of higher rank and power.

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"Thinking about what you want to do to please yourself sometime instead of your brothers would be more becoming, I'd say." With a soft smile, he picked up his coffee cup and remarked, a hint of teasing in his own voice.

"Or I could help you forget about your worries for a few moments, if you wish."

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"Sometimes one has to think about one's standing in the ranks before they think about one's standing among mortals, no?" The Arrancar laughed lightly, smiled coyly.

"And Light presumes to do that... how?~" She had an inkling, but it may be biased, considering what she gave to her brothers so often, and what was asked of her. "The only thing she was good for", one of the Espada had remarked.

It made her blood boil.

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Catching her coy smile, he simply nodded. "A wise choice, but it wouldn't be so fun to be trapped in such a thing, would it?"

"Company, of course." He said pleasantly, sipping his tea. "If you're not averse to it. You're quite the conversationalist, after all, and it's rare to find people like that around here."

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She was not asked for her company for her way with words. It was almost confusing to be such.

"Not fun, no. But necessary." The Privaron shrugged.

"If she's not killing someone or otherwise engaged, she doesn't see why not~"

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Necessary, hm? He supposed he knew about necessity. It was a pain, but then again, when one had the bigger picture in mind, it didn't matter quite so much.

Draining his cup of tea, Light smiled back at her, silently wondering if anyone had asked her to be a conversation partner at all. "I'll be honored to have your company anytime, Cirucci."