tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; July 28th, afternoon
Rating; PG?
Characters; Cirucci {

lustydoom}
Summary; After bonding over a mutual distaste for one homunculus, Greed, the two women meet up for a bit of a tour and talk.
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Lust? An interesting name, to be sure, and anyone who talked badly of Greed couldn't be too bad, in the Arrancar's opinion.

The reverb sound of her sonido echoed when she stepped in front of the fifth building, idly brushing back a wisp of dark purple hair that had gotten caught in the half crown spike of bone on her forehead during the fast steps, blurred and unseen by mortals, from the first building.

"Well~" She greeted with a wave of thin wrist before it fell to adjust a garter, a smirk of a smile on painted lips. She opened her mouth to greet the other woman before someone ran past talking about the strange blob thing about, and her breath turned in to a sigh.

"Mortals."

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Lust's lips curled into a amiable smile as the "Arrancar" approached. She still wasn't certain about what being an Arrancar entailed, but Cirucci already seemed to be her type of woman. Namely the sort who put her looks and abilities to good use.

"There seem to be quite a few of those around," Lust commented, flicking her hair back over her shoulder with a snap of her head. "But we have to play with something, don't we?"

"Unfortunatly, it seems most of the City residents here do so happen to be mortals." Cirucci laughed a bit, a light, near avian noise, and gestured broadly with a thin hand and a small shrug.

"But, they're fun to play with until they come back from the dead." She let out a long suffering sigh, dramatic with a bit of a pout. "No one can kill in secret anymore when your victims come back and whine about it."

"I think I'm actually sort of fond of the idea of their coming back again and again," Lust said, a wicked grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. "After all, that sort of game never gets old."

She was certainly looking forward to putting that fact to good use once she tracked down Colonel Mustang. She was going to enjoy this. But for now, she put on a less malicious expression and tilted her head with interest.

"Now tell me, what do you like to do for fun around here?"

There was a nice expression. The Thunderwitch had to stop herself from matching the homunculus' wicked expression with one of her own, the sensual curve of full lips into a sneer.

"It's useful, until you kill someone with allies who fancy annoying you." She used the word annoying but what she really meant was 'killing you, cursing you, almost killing you, etcetera', but, weakness was not to be admitted to, ever.

"Ah, but~" She laughed again, gestured wide and curled her bony fingers in back around the whip on her hip. "As for entertainment, do we mean involving hurting people, or the more harmless sort?"

"Let's say the more harmless sort for now," Lust said sweetly. "I don't want to give my brother a reason to tell people 'told you so' just yet, you understand."

Though she would probably be dabbling in the former type of entertainment a bit later in private...

Her hand fell from her weapon with a small shrug and laugh.

"It's safer that way in public, at any rate~ No need to get the fellows up in arms." Cirucci turned, hands on hips, and shifted her weight, a thoughtful expression.

"Well... there's always the Underground, that's a bit of fun... shopping... the little cafe places..."

"Shopping. Now there's something I haven't done in a while. What's in the Underground?"

She'd heard a little about the Underground from the guide Richard had shown her, and the brief overview Kimblee gave her of the City, but her curiosity was definitely piqued now.

"It passes the time~" Cirucci had to admit to developing a habit for it, she liked pretty things, baubles and trinkets, and her apartment was littered with pillows she'd picked up here and there.

"As for the Underground, let's see..." The Arrancar tried to recall all the things.

"Dancing, that's fun, the clubs and such... drinking... drugs, for those that fancy, foods, the more dark dealing shops..."

"My, that does sound fun," Lust remarked, carefully filing that information away in her head for later. "But I suppose I'd like to keep things light today. Shopping would probably be best for a girl who's only just arrived and has a new apartment to decorate~"

"Ah, but, that's fun, too~" With a small crook of a finger the petite woman began to walk, reminding herself not to shift into sonido for movement, the amiable pace of small boots on the concrete.

"And, hmm, just thought of something~" Cirucci raised that finger to lips, thoughtful.

"Envy's one of yours, too?"

Lust fell in line beside Cirucci and couldn't help but raise in eyebrow with surprise at her question.

"Yes, he is," she replied. "Is he here as well? Greed seemed so shocked to see any of his other siblings..."

"Ah, no, not now." Cirucci smirked and shrugged again.

"I just recalled, he was here before. You've a penchant for annoying brothers, dear." She tsked, a low noise in her throat.

"Pitiable, to have such relations.

"You have no idea," Lust said with a slight scoff. "If it wasn't one of them being a pain, it was another complaining about something else. Honestly, I thought I'd at least gotten a little reprieve when Father had Greed deconstructed. It seems I'm not that lucky."

Whether it was luck or not, Lust just hoped that more of her siblings showed up... She just knew it would result in her having to wrangle all of them without Father. The thought was harrowing and irritating.

"Tch, boys." Cirucci sighed, brushed thick hair back behind her ear with a small tuck of polished nails, idly counting streets until she got to the district she was familiar with.

"She knows how it is." The Arrancar knew, alright. "Her boys are so hard to manage, and she's the only female with wits about her here. Goodness, Grimmjow's just so loud, and Szayel Aporro so... tempermental. Alturo can be mellow thankfully, but then there's Dordonii so dramatic and, ah, Luppi..." She grimaced. "Well, his choice in male partners lacks."

"I take it Luppi's the one who's found a partner in Greed," Lust remarked. "You have my sympathies. It sounds like you've got quite a few brothers to keep an eye on. Are there many Arrancar in the City?"

"Unfortunatly, ah, he was one of her favorites, too." She sighed again, smoothed her short skirt and shook her head, sending styled hair whipping about her face again, only to brush it back. "Pity."

Ah, but... how many. Cirucci began to tick the numbers off on her fingers.

"Hmm..." The Espada... Privaron... Numeros... "Eight and a half."

"Perhaps he just needs a little time and coaxing~" Lust suggested. "And sometimes it takes a while to see Greed for what he really is."

Cirucci's answer intrigued her.

"'And a half'? How is that managed?"

"Cirucci's tried coaxing." She pouted, ruffled her hair and adjusted the collar of her dress. "And wheedling, and tempting, and giving, and crooning, but he's bored. And bored boys are straying boys, and she has more than just him to look after."

At the half question, she smirked somewhat.

"When you have one that, by all technicality, is an Arrancar, but, in reality, is just a piece of trash."

"Tch, really, they all have such short attention spans," Lust said. "You'd think they'd appreciate all the effort we put in for them. Especially when we have more than one to worry about."

Lust's mouth twitched into a slight smirk as Cirucci explained. That sounded fairly familiar...

"I see," she said. "And I suppose this place makes it rather difficult to dispose of said trash."

"So ungrateful." Cirucci waved her hand dismissively. "Always needing such guidance, and tending~"

Speaking of Nell made her testy, so she hid it in a smile and a sudden turn into a small shop, baubles, trinkets, and little things for decoration and such about a residence.

"Oh so much, so. Plus, those little innocent ones, you know? They make such annoying friends."

Lust eyed all the pretty little things as they walked into the shop and hummed thoughtfully in agreement.

"And it's amazing how easily they can make them," she mused. "It'd be better for everyone if they just kept to themselves, hm?"

Cirucci paused to fiddle with a crystal, holding it up to examine the light fracturing, lips pursed.

"It would be, but, we don't seem to have the fortune." She mused, turning the bauble in her hands. "They always somehow latch on to powerful people, I'm sure you know the type."

Her voice took on a mocking, simpering, tone.

"The noble~ righteous~ savior heroes~"

"I know all too well," Lust said with the slightest hint of a scowl. "They can't just step aside and let things work themselves out, they have to help somehow. Hmph."

She turned her attention to a glass wall hanging and lifted it with a finger to examine it.

"I suppose we just have to make do, Cirucci~"

"But, at the same time..." Cirucci's lips twisted into a wicked expression, one selfish and delightfully heartless.

"They're the funnest to break, don't you think? Cirucci has this one, ooooh, he's so proud..." She spoke of Ishida Uryu, the one who'd contributed to her death, as something that she owned, setting the crystal down and meandering to soft, small, pillows, testing them between her hands as she crooned gently.

"Watching that pride shatter... one of the loveliest things she can ever imagine~"

"I rather hope to do something along those lines very soon," Lust said with a cruel grin. "I have a score to settle here. And the fact that I can have him come back so I can teach him again and again is very exciting~"

"Which one was it again? Colonel?" Cirucci shivered a bit at the memory of her toy's eyes, when they broke, when he broke, and she thanked whoever made human kind that males were so hormonal and easy to manipulate.

"Colonel Roy Mustang," Lust purred, her tone dripping with malice. "He decided to try roasting me to death. I'm looking to repay him."

"Oooh, nasty~" Cirucci murmured, drawing a sharp black nail down a pillow's fabric, just enough to not let the talon rip through.

"Mine tried to sever my saketsu chain... to cut off my power and leave me helpless for anything to pick off. Not man enough to try and kill me himself." She hated his excuses, his reasons, for "sparing her". It disgusted her.

"Now... this wouldn't happen to be the same Colonel Roy Mustang who knows a certain Edward Elric?"

"Ugh," Lust said, curling her lip in disdain, "Well, surely you've proven what a mistake that was."

She ran a finger over a pillow and cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully.

"Yes, that would be him. Don't tell me you know him too. It seems almost everyone does."

"No, I don't know him personally, rest assured~"

Cirucci smiled, chuckled low and dark in her throat and contemplated the pillow in her hand. Her apartment was littered with them, little nesting areas, in piles all about the floor. This one was nice enough.

"I just know the Edward boy, through one of my little humans."

Lust carefully tucked her selected wall hanging and pillow under her arm and tapped her chin with a slim and potentially deadly finger as she examined a small statuette.

"So the pipsqueak's been making friends too. How touching. Which human do you know him through?"

Cirucci smirked.

"Alfons Heiderich. His little, ah, how to say... boyfriend?" She made a face, eew, males with males. "Good cook, him."

"Ahh, yes, I spoke with Alfons yesterday," Lust said with a small grin. "Though he didn't say how... close he actually is with Edward."

How amusing... She never would've pegged Ed for taking an interest in that sort of thing. Though the fact that this human had a name remarkably like the younger Elric's and a face that looked as though it could be related was... a little disturbing to Lust. Humans had such odd tastes when it came to selecting a mate.

"Have they been an item long?"

"You know..." Cirucci paused, looked up, and pursed her lips.

"I never asked. Ah, you see... the males, together... so... unnatural." She shook her head, condemning, and sighed.

"Not even Cirucci can tempt Alfons, he's so... loyal." She tsked. "Curse days are useful for taking advantage of males, but, ah... some of them just don't have the right morals for it."

"Well, darling," Lust said with an almost greedy grin, "You're talking to someone who's been given the name 'Lust'. I'm not one to show prejudice over silly things like gender when it comes to that sort of thing."

The term "curse" piqued Lust's curiosity. She'd read and heard a little about them, but she rather liked the idea of curse days that allowed her to take advantage of people.

"What sort of curse days can bend morals like that?"

"True, true~" Cirucci turned her snicker of a laugh into a more innocent giggle. "Just watch for the ones who like to cry "whore", it's terribly annoying."

What kinds?

"Well," Cirucci sobered a bit, "There's the funner ones, when it's just the one you want affected, and not you. They can act opposite, like, say..." She smirked at the memory, this was the one she'd taken advantage of Alfons with, "A shy and innocent male becoming a bold little flirt?~ Then you use them and wait for their reaction the next day."

"Or, for the ones more moral, the curses that make people fall in love. Use those, too, to bend a male to anything you wish if they love you for the day."

"If you aren't so lucky, it's you cursed, not them, or, both of you." The hole in her chest twinged until she flinched, pressed fingers hard into her dress where it bent in, evidence of the lack of skin beneath her hand.

"So take the fun when you can to make up for the less than savory days?" Lust guessed. That sounded like fun, even if she would end up getting the short end of the stick sometimes. She was good at playing games with people's emotions, and she always enjoyed it. A lot.

And the idea of Mustang becoming affected...

A grin spread across her entire face, lighting up her eyes with wicked glee. Yes. This place had a lot of potential, even if it was a pain in the ass.

"And as for the people who complain about whores, it's not like they can't be shown that whores aren't necessarily bad things~"

"Exactly." Cirucci murmured, let her eyes slide close for a moment in sweet memory of Ishida Uryu when affected by curses that bent in her favor. Not that she needed curses to affect him.

God, she loved human teenagers sometimes.

"They're just jealous." The Arrancar laughed, withdrew her fingers from pressing at the hole in her torso, and fluffed the pillow, a turn of bare thigh, short skirt, the sensual inherant in every motion she made. "Can't abide the idea of a girl taking her warmth from so many or some such."

Lust smirked as she made her way to the counter to pay for her prizes.

"They should remember that variety is the spice of life," she lilted. "Silly hypocrites~"

She leaned back against the counter as the cashier rang up her total and tilted her head at Cirucci playfully.

"Do you have any specific persons on your list I should make a point of meeting or avoiding?"

Cirucci contemplated the pillow in her hand. Yes. No.

Decisions.

But she got in line anyway.

"Hmm~" She cocked her head in return, gaze drifting up. "Well, Alfons is her very valuable human, so, let's leave him intact... ah, and Ishida, she wants to break him first... but, other than that..."

What lay unspoken was that there would be dire consequences if any of her males were touched. She was a coveting thing.

"I'll leave those to you, then," Lust said coolly. She wasn't like Greed. She could understand boundaries. "I'll just have to start exploring then."

Though honestly, she had no real interest in any exploring until she had settled things with that man. It was like an itch that demanded to be scratched.

"How long have you been living here anyway, Cirucci?"

Cirucci could understand that sort of itch, knew it everytime she looked at the man that had tried to sever her saketsu chain, to leave her weak and helpless on the floor for the Execution Squad to pick off.

It would better if you came along quietly, Cirucci Thunderwitch-sama.

"... too long." Cirucci muttered bitterly, shifting about, reminding herself how cold she was.

"... Six months?"

"It's no wonder you know where all the fun is then," Lust said in voice like honey, deciding to glide over Cirucci's irritation. "I think we should go out again when I'm less distracted for a bit less... harmless fun."

She was glad, though it would never be admitted. She hated when people drew attention to her bitterness in her rotten core.

"Mmm~" Cirucci smirked. "She has so few female... friends, after all."

"As do I," Lust said with a grin. "Let alone any who share my... interests."

She gathered up her things and rested a hand on her hip as she smiled at the Arrancar.

"Thank you for taking the time to tell me a little about this place, my dear Cirucci. I do hope we'll be able to do this again soon."

"So few and far between, we are." Cirucci shot the mortal at the register a glare, she hated them, and her irritation with him was clear.

Turning back to Lust, however, she smiled, a smirk of vicious intent.

"My pleasure, and, of course, I wish the same~"

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