Log; Ongoing

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When; October 4th, evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Ion Fortuna imperialpride and Cirucci Thunderwitch thunderwitch
Summary; Ion goes to visit Esther, but gets hijacked en route by Cirucci.
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It probably hadn't been wise to go visit Esther on his own, but Ion hadn't been sure if he would have been allowed to go alone if he had told anyone of his arrangement with Dietrich. He hoped he would be able to speak to Esther, or at least see her, since in the time since Radu's betrayal he'd come to rely on her as he had once relied on his partner. Though eh wasn't sure what would greet him with the current curse.

He wrinkled his nose at the smell of desert and the stale air and looked around, trying to discern where Dietrich and Esther would be staying.

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Cirucci Thunderwitch hadn't set out to do anything, really. She went out because Luppi was napping, Alfons was being mopey, and Tony was having boy trouble.

Aggravating.

She ended up draped over the fountain, long, western dress trailing over the side, idly kicking her long, pale legs and her arms stretched out over her head, pouting and sulking.

And then she saw something interesting.

She recognized this little cute thing, the one Dietrich, damn him, and Radu, oh, but that had been sweet, had mentioned. The one she could be called upon to kill.

"Ion Fortuna?~" The Arrancar crooned, perking and sitting up somewhat, eyes lidded and watching him with all the predatory grace she possessed, purple eyes dark and her smile on painted lips wicked.

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Ion stopped hearing the strange woman calling his name and looked at her with a wary curiosity, he'd been uneffected by the curse and able to keep his regular clothes much to his own pleasure.

"How dost thou know our name?"

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"Mm, good question~"

Cirucci rolled over on her stomach, legs kicking in her long, pale purple dress, heeled shoes and pointed toes.

"How do you think, sweetheart?" She crooned, eyes dark and hunting, wicked smile. Dietrich had been so annoying lately, he really did deserve a rebuke, especially for what he had done to her, how he's touched and pleased when she'd eaten his soul.

"Take a guess." An idea was forming in her mind, playful and fell.

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"Hm." He frowned, not enjoying the game Cirucci was playing and not wanting to waste time on it when he had other things to do.

"We do not have time for thy games, we have things we must do."

He didn't turn his back to her, his instincts telling him that it wouldn't be wise. She was far too predatory for the noble to be comfortable.

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Cirucci smirked, rising fluidly and approaching the noble Methuselah and smiling softly, far too suddenly kind for anyone's ease, leaning forward a bit to get more eye level with him, eyes lidded and hidden by long lashes.

"What if I told you a friend of yours told me~?"

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Ion took a cautionary step back as Cirucci approached and scowled as she bent down to look at him.

"We would want to know who it is thou meant by 'friend'."

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"Someone who thinks you're just so sweet~" Her day was looking up. He really was such a cute looking thing, so childlike, with such delicate features. It made her want to break them, but she held back. This was just fun.

"Someone who thinks you could be trouble, though~ Who thinks that you're cute enough to give away as a pet~" Her tone made it quite clear just to whom he was to be given, even as she spited Dietrich von Lohengrin with every word.

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Ion's scowl grew more pronounced as she kept describing the person who was supposedly a friend until he bared sharp fangs at the arrancar.

"Thou presumes to keep us a pet?!"

He was already preparing himself to use haste should it come to blows. "Whoever thou art a messenger for, we shall not submit to thee!"

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"Cute~" Cirucci crooned, as if she would speak to a child, condescending and immature. There was a whip tucked under her dress, coiled up and tied to a thigh and one small hand began to reach for it, fingers delving under fabric.

"Do you know anything about Arrancar, sweetheart?~" She asked, eyes still guarded. This would show him, that insufferable, nosy, ignorant human.