... Tch.

One of these days, I'll learn that when the City decides to curse me, what it truly means is they think I should change my decor from ivory to crimson.

Blood just doesn't look good on white once it dries.

Why- I have just been so anti-social, of late! What ever is wrong with me, gracious.

And all those shinigami around- I'm completely outnumbered, so there really would be no point to fighting, even if I were the type to want to- We all really ought to be friends, don't you think? I'm sure we all can find a lot in common, once you get past the "oh, I don't have a heart", "I eat human souls", and "I've tried to kill all of you before and probably will never stop" thing.

Hmm, and humans, too-

I really should invest in more human food and stop being so picky.

Any suggestions?~ ♥

[ooc; Opposite Day curse like woah]

Love once more in the air, is it? How pathetic.

Springtime, flowers, and ribbons in your hair, for a youth filled with blooming hearts and weeping smiles.

Makes me sick.

All the young lovers, you can take heed now.

When your youth fades, it will be your gentry loves who come to call with Cirucci Thunderwitch and her girls. While you wait at home, and nurse your babies, and your fading loves, they'll be nursing new vices and new women who will bear new sons, more beautiful and worthy than your own.

When you've come to realize your own blindness-

Then you can come to Cirucci Thunderwitch.

[ooc; j- jaded and rather cynical Madame here... being jaded and cycnical and jilted at yer love affairs, city- ANY YOUNG LOVERS NEED TO GET YOUR ASS SET STRAIGHT?]

Mm, drinking I could maybe do, had I the mind to be an obedient little thing.

Sugar, check, and truly, alchemist~ I'm sure you had a delightful time.

But making someone dear to me cry?

A bit difficult with a hole in my chest.

What, am I supposed to go procure a heart long enough to care if someone's sobbing or not?

I'll pass, thank you.

After the other day...

Kimblee~ Sugar? ♥

Road, dear, I trust you'll enjoy those powers of yours back as much as I enjoy this lovely lack of weight.

With a heart, I push 110, uch, hideous. Tch, like I weigh that much. I'd need to diet with a heart-

Powerful little thing, aren't you.

It's a shame that more Arrancar aren't like some of the people here. Pity there are too many men back home, as well.

Well, isn't this eerily familiar. I remember- yes, Shiro-Megane-Kun, I used the word remember, bite me-

Whoever has my lack of heart, I'll be expecting that back come tomorrow. Having flesh there feels disgusting.

Ugh- Cover this blasphemy- Arrancar with no hole-

At the very least, I expect to at least be able to enjoy some inconvenienced shinigami and quincy as compensation for my... extreme mental anguish and suffering. Or something.

Alright, I'll not mind playing~

01) Kill more shinigami, pity the City's knocked my selection down so. What, let's see... a little bratling, the hero, those two old things, glasses, the fake, a cat, Aizen's toy, some little unseated things... or maybe they are- But if they're not vices at the least, I don't give a shit. City, bring me different toys, I've played with most of these already~ ♥

02) Shiro-Megane-Kun.

03) Meet more people, shall I?~ After all, the only other Arrancar in this godforsaken place is a goddamned retard. And do I look like some special ed mommy~? No, I don't. A woman needs entertainment, and mine is lacking.

04) Figure out a way to consume my food properly~ After all, I still say it's unfair I can't eat right. No discriminating against my poor, unfortunate natural diet~

05 Get out of this place, I don't want to do this anymore-

Now, Kimblee... didn't you promise me a hint of fun?~ A new year is just the same as the last when you live as long as I, did- will, so I've no penchant for thinking it as anything but something to curse us with.

But I could use some fun.

[A bit of desperation, in that voice]

I won't come quietly, you-

Let go of me-

Exequias Squad or no, I don't give a sh-

[Sharp intake of breath]

... Szayel Aporro-

[ooc; her future is rather short... and involves an Execution Squad closely followed by a date on the Octava Espada's autopsy table ;;]

( Omake; Memories Keep Me )

... Now that that is done and fucking over with.

Deities, was it?

The one that messed with my memories, whether I asked for it or not-, I want a word.

[ooc; the cut above is just a little thing I wrote that sorta... goes over her motivations leading up to this decision- lame and all that stuff, so nothing of great importance, more for my own 'working through it in my mind' than anything else.]

( Private; Unhackable )

Well. Goodbye, Aizen-sama~ Won't exactly miss you.

Let's see, now. One, two, three... seven, eight... ten, eleven... fifteen.

To... one. Two. Three.

Heh. If I were less secure, I might even be worried about you all getting brave or something ♥

Retard. Get the fuck out, and don't come back, if you value being in one piece.

Make my day better- I'm hungry.

Impossible.

I still say it's impossible.

You know what I'm thankful for?~

All those shit head excuses for Espada being back out of the picture. As if we needed those around anyway, mm?~ I bet the shinigami are rejoicing, too, aren't they?~ False alarm?

Don't get your hopes up.

And keep your goddamn sentimental shit out of my sight, while I'm at it. The last thing I need is to get nauseas having to listen to how genuinely thankful you are for the most disgusting human drivel.

It's impossible. ... It is. Him, beating me- Taking out my saketsu chain- ... Impossible. Completely foolish. I'm Espada- Privaron Espada. I can't lose to some chit of a human boy, let alone the last of some Quincy line.

... It couldn't have happened.

Then where did these scars come from.

Well, if all of you worthless humans are just going to be standing around, squealing and being annoying little crimps in my day, you can make yourself useful in one of two ways.

One; Let your soul actually be of use, and I'll have a snack

or

Two;

BABYSIT THIS GODDAMN BRAT BEFORE I RIP HIS HEAD OFF.

This is a goddamned lie!

Because I-

I-

I'M PREGNANT WITH HIS CHILD.

You know how it goes, right? You're fighting someone you hate so goddamned much, and the adrenaline- And you know, it just sort of happens...

Not that this changes anything! I'll still kill you- Shiro-Megane-Kun!

[ooc; yeaaaah not one bit of that is true, obviously |D Very very cursed.]

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?

Brat- Retard- NO. Absolutely no.

Shiro-Megane-Kun, the next gift I give you is going to be your own goddamn head on a platter.

[ooc; comment logs and some threads still not finished, but her reaction... well, that won't change from this XD]

Wonderwyce~ Come here to mommmy, mmm? ♥ Cirucci was just in a bad mood yesterday, she's sorry she snapped at you, sweetheart. Come here, and she'll make it all better.

Shiro-Megane-Kun! ♥ Are you doing anything today? Let me treat you to dinner. After all, I have so many apologies to make. Not only for my utterly horrific attitude, but all those threats and attacks... tch.

Needless to say, let's put those behind us. I'm sure we can work out some sort of agreement, right?~

You shinigami, too.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!!

Now, now, isn't a thank you appropriate? ♥

You have GOT to be kidding me! You're disgusting-

Don't make such ugly faces, now. I could lick it off, if you like~. ♥

You come anywhere near me, and if I don't shove Golondrina so far up your ass you taste her, it will be because I've already finishing cutting your tongue out instead!

You can't hurt me, pretty Cirucci. You are not an alchemist. ♥ But you can try. Now, I have other prey to catch. ♥

Keep away from me, then, you and your fucking... tch, you sick son of a bitch!

ohgodthisisdisgusting

Shiro~Megane~Kun ♥

Didn't I say you'd come kissing my boots next time I called your name?

Why, just look at my dance partner, hmm?

I do hope I don't step on his... toes. By... accident.

[ooc; Nikkkkki you're not on AIM~ Give me a ping so we can talk some stuff out, mm? ♥ Thanks!]

Let me just say- The next person who talks about this "other me" is going to get a swift kick, if not your fucking head taken off.

That's the biggest bunch of bullshit I have ever heard.

Also, my sword? Part of me. Don't fucking touch.

I'll be damned if this whole "not dying" shit hasn't made all of you "citizens" the most pig headed bunch of fools. Last I checked, wounds still hurt. And I don't have to kill you to punish you. That's too easy, these days.

You can always be food.

And you, shinigami. Must you skulk so?

So~

Curse done and over, and no worse for wear. Other than being subjected to Yammi's so called intellect. Which is a horror in itself, I assure you.

Now.

Business. It calls~

Souls, City. Let's talk about souls.

AND WHY, FOR SOME REASON, EATING THEM IS SO DAMNED HARD HERE.

This is inane.

A curse? Hah. As if I'm inconvenienced.

More so by our powerful leader vacating. Are all you shinigami types sighing in relief now? Thank goodness Aizen-sama is gone~ No, really. Now we don't have to worry~

Pssh.

When I get back to my normal shape, I suppose I'll have a little flight. One armed, not... feathered.

Whatever. If the curses here are this stupid, I won't be having any problems.