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When; Tomorrow; the only reason I have it up today is because, well, tomorrow is Thanksgiving and most of us will probably be busy with the holiday's festivities. <3? Hope that's all right.
Rating; Probably PG to PG-13; it shouldn't be too brutal. But then, Wesker has interesting bed mates as it were. Who knows!
Characters; Whoever wishes to pop over that was able to see this post.
Summary; Wesker has a Thanksgiving banquet and entertains some very interesting guests; he'll probably get some business propositions in there and y'know, be the sneak he always is.
Log;

The lights had been dropped in the penthouse suite as to accommodate the wide array of guests he would be having for this evening's festivities. Most of his guest list consisted of those whom festered in the darkest regions of the world - it seemed only fitting that they get first pick as to how the area was arranged and Albert took that to heart. Besides, he had certain ties to those individuals and nothing good would come of making them feel uncomfortable.

At the entrance to his abode, the Tyrant had neatly set out three separate boxes of fine cigars; they were all fanned out in the cedar-wood containers, ready for his guests to snag a few on the way in. There would be time for smoking and a hefty talks this evening after the food was consumed, so Albert did the most aristocratic thing he could possible come up with. Beside the cigars were small tins of cigarillos and clove cigarettes for those of the other persuasion; they were neatly opened and fanned out at the display tray according to flavoring.

Beyond that, the penthouse opened up into a living space fit with a step-down living area and fireplace. Curving around that was a neat horse-shoe like shape, opening up to the kitchen area and finally out into the grand dining hall. The dining hall, unlike the rest of the living space, was completely shrouded in darkness, save for the slivers of light that came in through the balcony windows to the side. A fine living space, indeed, for a business man to hold a feast.

But that business man was tending to his own needs as he waited for his guests. Outside on the balcony was Albert Wesker. He was dawning a fine double-breasted suit and his usual pair of shades. In one hand was a thin cigarillo which had been recently lit by the looks of it and in his left ear was a small ear-piece which connected down through a chord that disappeared at the back of his collared under-shirt. Whatever that was for was unknown, but Albert could not help but to fiddle with it from time to time.

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Ivy also did the "I'm an enchanting slut, take me now!" act better, but, que sera sera the Joker mused. It'd be interesting to keep the attentions of this Thunderwitch, for the moment. She seemed rather starved in that department, to want to talk to him at any length

"Charmed and charming to meet you, m'dear," the Joker said, taking back his hand back with a quick flick of the wrist that produced a single playing card held between his pointer and middle fingers. "I suppose your rather fearsome reputation means that you wouldn't mind if I practice a simple card trick while we spoke?"

"Card tricks I've no mind for." Cirucci shrugged one shoulder. "Unless your card tricks happen to be like the Dandies?" They reminded her of each other, in a way, the flamboyant vampire and this man, and the cards were another resemblence in her mind, albeit, the Dandy tended to cut things with his cards. But cards couldn't cut her own skin, not the hierro coating that kept most things but the more powerful zanpakutou from injuring her.

"But if you'd like~" She settled back in her chair, small booted foot twirling idly, inspecting nails.

The Joker nodded and began his trick, flipping the card so that it spun idly on the tip of his finger, rolling it down his wrist and then back up again with another subtle movement. "Good, good. I've never met a woman who couldn't resist having her eyes entertained."

He chuckled to himself, and made the card disappear. "Then again, most of the women I've met are sociopaths. Which are you, I wonder?"

"Mm, what a question." Cirucci crooned. Her voice was near avian, a soft warble in her throat that became words before it left her mouth, but the avian aspect was undeniable, in the way her voice could be a songbird before it shrieked into a hawk's cry.

"The real question though, is..." The Arrancar laughed, fingers dipping at her dress below and between her breasts, and it was evident, eerily so, that there was nothing of her body there, the indent where her hand lay that should have been solid. Should have been skin, body, organs, muscle, but was blank space.

"Does it matter~?"

He'd seen worse.

In fact, he'd done worse.

"Hm."

It still didn't mean he was alright with watching it. Bad memories and all that.

"I suppose not," the Joker admitted rather cooly, snapping his fingers and making the card he disappeared reappear smack-dab in the middle of whatever was holding her drink, a mixture of magic and misdirection making it seem as if he had actually used his powers to put it there. "But then again, if I had expected an answer of worth I would have asked myself the question and lied."

"It just doesn't matter~" Cirucci smirked, plucking the card up with two fingers and inspecting it idly.

"As long as I think what I'm doing is justified, I really never did care for what other people wanted to call me." Her hand lowered to the circular blade connected to the whip on her hip.

"Crazy." She nicked it, running the paper over the steel of her zanpakutou.

"Insane." Another.

"Sociopath." And another, before she simply crumpled it in her palm.

"It just doesn't matter~"

"No need to get angry, toots."

The Joker gently prodded the bottom of her hand so that the card would come spilling out into the air, his opposite hand flashing to catch it and all the small peices that followed.

"I'm simply trying to make conversation, and, well, you know what they say about a clown with no audience..."

Opening his mouth, he placed the remains of the original card on the tip of his tongue and then, after placing both of his hands together in front of it, pretended to sneeze and blew out a small torrent of smaller, still whole cards that mirrored the first.

"...We get bored. It's a rather horrible curse everyone in the entertainment biz gets, sooner of later."

"Mm, I'm not angry~" Cirucci assured with a shrug. She could say she was bored, but that wasn't right either. She needed to find out if Wesker was allied with L, had spoken with L, an that was why she had come, but she couldn't honestly say she was wholly bored by this man, either.

"Amused." She granted him, nodding with a curl of taloned fingers to acknowledge his prowess with the cards.

"And here I was going for dazzled," he said, chuckling as he slammed his hand against the table, covering the cards with his hands. "Damn. Spectacular, even. I'll just have to try harder to impress the litle lady then, hmmm?"

The Joker removed his hand and revealed that the first card was underneath it, now whole again. "Or does the Thunderwitch prefer to talk instead of watch? I can do both, you know; talented, they'd call me at that."

"I do like talking." Just as much as she liked flattery, and gossip and flirting and all manner of tings.

"So tell me." She did watch, devotedly, it was only proper, sharp purple eyes following each card, each flick, each movement, painted lips moving in time.

"What does a person like you do here, mm?"

He smiled to himself, noticing that both the intensity of her gaze and the tone of her rather...bird-like voice had changed. "Litle ol' me? Now, why would you want to know about that, I wonder~"

He flipped the card onto its side and then violently split it down the middle, his hands shuffling the card against the surface of the table until it seemed that both halves had recombined to make four cards instead of two halves of one.

"I'm just your average clown with a bad chemical wash. The City's been a darlin' fine place to me but I think it's none too interested with the things I can do -- which, if you haven't noticed, consists namely," he shuffled the four cards together, palming them soon after as he brought them off of the table and then, opening his hand so that it was vertical, the cards laying flat, made each float of their own accord. "Of tricks."

"Tricks~" Cirucci smirked, a little laugh, reaching out to pluck one of the cards from the air above his palm, investigating it, before shrugging and placing it back where she'd taken it.

"You ask of me, I ask of you, mm?" She offered as explanation, idly toying with the hem of her dress.

He relished the sound of her laughter, and slowly let the cards fall to the tabletop. "Well then, I suppose I should be a gentlemen and answer you question, eh?"

The Joker placed a single digit to his chin, and tapped it thoughtfully. "If you must know, I cause havoc. It's fairly simple to do."

"Well, there you go~" Cirucci giggled, clicking taloned nails together and nodding approvingly.

"I can approve of such activity." She did, in fact, of havoc and chaos, of all these sorts of things.

"Then you are a friend of mine, dear Witch," the Joker laughed, not put off in the slightest that Cirucci was so very...predatory in her motions; in her tone.

"Though, I do have to ask myself how many of the people you know would also approve?"

"I tend not to associate with the most straight-laced of people~" Cirucci admitted without shame.

"All of my brothers relish in it, and, well, I do have a lot of brothers. And then of course, my consorts, friends, too, I'll use that word." She smirked.

"Most all."

"Excellent. Better than excellent, actually." The Joker steepled his hands togehter and leaned back into the couch. That she, of all people to meet, was so well connected only made him smile all the more.

"In fact, I have a proposition for you, if I may. I know it isn't a day for business, but~"

"Our host is otherwise occupied." She gestured with a twirl of her wrist, smirking cordially.

"Please, go on."

The Joker's smile grew as he leaned forward, his voice lowering so that it could only be heard between the both of them -- his closeness rather intimate, so that he seemed that he was disscussing...other matters.

"Ever since I sought out this wretched City, I have hated every single waking moment of having to hide what I am from these people," he explained, his eyes narrowing. "You can change that. In fact, you and my other associates can help me make it so that these people truly remember what it's like to fear something. Someone."

"Oh, can I?~" She was used to such things, flirtatious action, propping chin on hand and thumbing her bottom lips as she spoke.

"Well. I do a bit of hiring out on occassion. If you ever find yourself needing things. Information~ A bit of chaos~" She laughed lightly, painted lips curled up.

And there it was. He could grandstand and act like the most common of sociopaths in front of this woman, and she would buy the act as truth.

Good.

"I hope that isn't the length and width of your resume, my dear, or you may end up not liking what I have in mind~"

"I tend to humble myself." Cirucci smirked. She didn't like working under anyone, but honestly, sometimes other people had good ideas, and she liked her amusements, her entertainments.

"If I went through everything we'd be here all night." She liked thinking about it, dead shinigami, dead children, all that anger directed at her for what she'd done.

It was glorious.

The Joker eyed Wesker and saw how occupied he was, and then made a "Do go on, please" gesture with his hand.

"Don't do the crime if you don't have the time, they say."

"Shinigami are my enemies, at home." She began drolly, tossing her hair. "Needless to say, they're annoying little shits. I've gotten the the 4th division vice captain, the 3rd division vice, the 5th division vice, the 12th's vice, the 13th's third..." She kept listing, more ranks, a few captains, smirking proudly.

"And then, ah, the ones that got people the most upset." She smiled at the memory. "Ahiru, the girl child, and the pregnant whore, Matsumoto Rangiku."

With every name, his respect for the woman grew a little more. There were few, even in his world, that could so commit themselves to killing that many simply out of spite. "I see you've kept youself busy, in this place. Or is that list simply from the people you've killed in your own world?"