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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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"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?"

"That's all just here~" Cirucci smirked. She twirled dark hair, grinning wickedly.

"I'm older than I look. Generations of humans have passed me by, much as I admit with chagrin. I've been devouring souls longer than most people have been alive. I certainly didn't get all their names, you know?~"

He nodded, thoughtful for a moment. So many here weren't what they seemed -- him included -- but, well. Nevermind. It wasn't condusive to his plans to think that way.

"I don't, honstly, but I do have to admire you dedication to wiping out your enemies." he gave the Arrancar a smile, all lips and no teeth for once. "At any rate, I'd have to find a way to make people stay dead before I could even think of asking the vision of lovliness before to stain her hands."

"Now, if you found out how to do that..." She doubted it. After all, many had tried, she had tried, and no one had found a way, yet. But, oh god, if it could be done.

"I would be the happiest Privaron there was~"

He leaned in close and softly blew a few stray pieces of hair that had fallen across her face, his breath smelling of brandy and feshly cut apples.

"I'll see what I can do, Witch. It's the least I can do for such a beautiful creature allowing me to trade words with her."

Cirucci smirked. There we go. And after all, if he did figure it out? She'd gladly do a lot for the ability to make her enemies stay the fuck dead.

"I'll look forward to it."

Albert had decided to make himself scarce some point in their conversation; he had no need to listen to them scheme, especially if it wasn't involved. He had his own plans for the future and no of them had anything to do with anyone. Well, not yet anyway.

"Seems you two have hit it off quite well," he murmured; it was as if he just sort of appeared out of no where at the tail end of the talk. In his hand was the platter of sushi and sashimi; in the other was the bratwurst.

Cirucci plucked a piece of sushi from the plate with a darting hand, flashing a dazzling smile, indulgent and wicked.

"When our host goes off, we must entertain ourselves somehow~" He was still the object of her investigation and attentions, however.

"I'd rather you find entertainment in each other - I am a boring man." He sat the dishes down and grabbed a cigarillo from his pocket. "Don't let my intrusion change your tune.."