Sit Down, Have a Drink [Group/Closed]

OOC: No problem man, although since I don't have much to work with you'll have to forgive me going on a "me" tangent at the beginning XD Btw, you don't lose stamina if no fighting occurs =P Oh, and you might want to rate the thread as "R" for formality's sake

Las Noches stood blissfully, shrouded in the endless night. Below the ivory walls sands hissed in their endless dance with the wind. The numerous buildings of the enormous castles were connected by countless staircases and bridges, on one of the bridges a little speckle could be seen from afar. As one would get closer the speckle would first turn into a long stain and finally take a shape of a man. Livor Luctus, arrancar was sitting on the white marble, one leg outstretched towards the ground, the other bent, held in the arms' embrace. He was dressed in a long white robe, fabric was reaching from the tight collar on the neck all the way to ankles, where it split on the front and on the back as not to restrict movement. Livor wore white boots with average-height heels, his left hand hand was hiding behind a black velvet glove, left was decorated with the usual claw of white gold and a single silver ring in a shape of an antelope head with emerald eyes. Arrancar's amber eyes were staring int the distance of the night, their rich depths frozen in thought. Today he was supposed to meet with an Espada he was assigned to serve under, Luto Esperanza, and Luctus was just on the way to the part of Las Noches where Primera resided, but the night's refreshing breath and moon's cruel scythe have caught his mind in their web. This was a truly rare occasion - his soul has momentarily broke free off the envy's scorching shackles and gazed upon itself in horror. Livor blinked slowly, when the deep honey of his eyes was exposed to the pale moonlight composure was gone out of them, only chaotic sparkles of decadence danced atop their surface. Livor stood up, his lips mirroring crescent's grin. "Aaaah! I'm so hungry! Better go find myself something pretty and tasty!" Arrancar's voice sounded broken, hysterical; he hunched and peered into the desert, before disappearing, leaving a loud boom in the air. Luctus ran through the desert, mask of a painful smile stuck to the face exposed to the torrents of air rushing behind the speeding figure.

The hollow shrieked and twitched in Livor's titanic grip. It had a lizard-like body, green flesh was covered in white scales, mask was long and ended with a large beak. Arrancar held his victim by the throat on an outstretched arm. Hollow cried out and flailed its tail against Luctus violently as the arm pierced the bottom of its belly, the palm of the hand then went up swiftly, gutting the prey. Livor started pulling the insides of the hollow out, observing the macabre parade of organs with a businesslike stare. The long red garland of the intestine did not impress him, nor did the purple liver. After ascending to being an arrancar, he began to find hollows much less satisfying, despite their impressive variations of features, although he often peered at them with envy, remembering his past bestial form. Still, he knew that if little of interest was on the outside, the prize was hidden in the wrapper. The tortured hollow had already stopped twitching when Livor's hand had found what it was looking for, putting a twisted smile on the man's face. He unearthed the creature's heart - it was large and slimy, encased in a loose cage of thin bone. Luctus let go of the mangled hollow and crushed the heart between his palms. He hated how beautiful and protected it was, how it was beating, although its master was dead. Arancar slurped the crushed ventricles and shattered bones from the cupped palms. It tasted exquisite, pain from the sharp bones fragments adding to the meal's incredible sensations; hollow's blood mixed with the blood from the tiny cuts. It was pain that broke the insanity's hold over Livor, intelligent light returned to the amber eyes. "Fuck! I hate it when this happens!" Luctus cradled the hurt mouth with the palm of the hand and looked at himself - the clothes were terribly stained with blood, pure white tarnished by crimson; he also realised that he stank of the hollow's entrails. "Great! I have to change and wash myself, although I am already late!" Arrancar left the mangled corpse behind and made his way swiftly back to Las Noches.

Black sandals tapped quickly against the marble floor of the corridor. Livor changed into his normal clothing, having to discard the beautiful attire he copied from one of he other fraccions. He was now dressed in standard arrancar bottom wear and the black vest on the naked torso. The leather of the clothing was decorated with three silver chains stretching from the cut out piece on the right breast, where the hollow hole resided, to the single silver button at the end of the v-shape. The black velvet glove was gone, each of the left hand's five fingers were crowned with a ring, each bearing a different stone: topaz, ruby, emerald, aquamarine and a simple stained glass on the thumb. His dark green hair was scattered across the skull with chaotic precision, long ponytail bound by an ornamental bone band banged lightly against his back with every swift step. Livor stopped before the large door and knocked: "Maestro Esperanza, allow me." He opened the door and stepped into the room, where an extremely unpleasant surprise was waiting for him. The air in the Privaron's chamber was thick with alcoholic fumes. Losing composure for a second, Livor twitched his nose before he was able to stop breathing. Still, it seemed that the rotten air was entering through his pores. Luto was slanted across the bar and looked pissed (in both mad and drunk meanings). As espada looked at his Fraccion, the broken cogs in Luctus' mind clicked and began spinning:
"His left eye! How refined it is! I cannot believe that a stinking drunk could possess such a beautiful ocular! That's so unfair! I WANT it! Oh how pleasant it would be to gouge this exquisite emerald out of its socket! Goddammit!! Well, at the very least the right peeper is outright ugly, yak!"
"Greetings, Maestro Esperanza. My name is Livor Luctus, starting today I will be serving as your Fraccion. You have to forgive my tardiness, I was distracted by a personal matter" Livor decided to stick with the politeness for now, since he was yet to form an opinion of the "employer". Luctus would stand by the door, waiting for Luto to respond, while masterfully covering his disgust at the other arrancar's drinking. Apart from the first reaction at the alcohol fumes, nothing betrayed Fraccion's feelings or thoughts.

WC: 1111
GP: 22 {total: 22}

Yellow - thoughts
Dark red - words

Luto heard a knock on the door and perked up from his arms. He spun his stool around and smirked at the arrancar who walked into his chambers. His eyes were half closed and his hair was flowing down the side of his head. It took awhile for the arrancar to get used to Luto... or maybe it was the room. The room is kind of boring."[/i] Luto thought, I'm guessing this guy's my fraccion. Luto continued looking him up and down. Luto twisted his back and extended his arms to stretch and sat patiently for the arrancar to introduce himself to Luto.

While Luto waited and examined the arrancar, he noticed his long green hair. Luto liked the hair, it looked unique, and Luto enjoyed the uniqueness of arrancars. However, his bony hands were kind of creepy to Luto. Crossing his legs as the man finally began speaking to him. He seemed polite, he seemed a little too polite... Luto felt that who was his new fraccion was a little bent up. Maybe he was bent up because of his 'personal matter,' maybe it was because he was the Privaron, maybe he just didn't like Luto from the start and was forcing a fake personality. Either way, Luto wanted his new fraccion to feel at home. Luto got up from his stool and bent down to pick up a bar stool he had accidentally knocked over. Picking the stool up and getting it steady next to Luto, he looked at Livor.

Luto placed his hand onto the stool and continued smirking at Luto in his odd way of behavior, he wasn't drunk, nor was he trying to act funny, he was trying to give off a good impression on his fraccion. "Alright then..." Luto said exhaling to try to clear the thick air between them, "Have a seat man, I'll introduce myself." Luto waited for Livor to take a seat next to him and moved his hand off the stool, and once he did, Luto responded. "My name's Luto Esperanza, and there's no need to be so formal, unless you're always like that. If you are just like that then be yourself, I don't want any acts in here, this isn't the stage. Be polite, be impolite, hate me, sacrifice a lamb, do whatever." Luto said cracking joke in the end, he chuckled and continued with, "Just don't get any blood on my furniture eh?"

Clearing his throat and looking back into Livor's eyes, he continued with "So what do you drink? Vodka, ale, whiskey... water?" Luto said continually trying to make his new fraccion feel at home. Luto grabbed two cups of water and slid one over in front of Livor. Awaiting Luto's decision of drink, Luto snapped his fingers towards his own cup of water and turned it to some whiskey. Luto took a drink and exhaled, "Tell me a little about yourself, who you are, where you come from, likes, dislikes, whatever. You can be open with me." Luto cracked his knuckles and continued, "As for me, some warnings; I do drink a lot, but don't worry I'm not a bad drunk, I can hold it all pretty well in fact. Don't suck up to me, I can tell, and it won't work, it will make me angry, and I don't like being angry." he said the last part with a stern look into Livor's eyes and no facial expression, from his facial expression, Luto was definitely serious about suck ups. He continued his warnings, "Uh... you should have a good sense of humor around me, I enjoy having jokes told and speaking them as well...
Now," finishing up, Luto put his arm around Livor to make them seem friendly, "Enough about me, how about you?"

Words - 631 - 12 GP [21]

Stamina (113/115)

Livor sat down on the stool offered to him by the espada. At that moment he was most thankful to the simple fact of being dead and the perk of not having to breath it brought. While the Privaron was laying down "the ground rules" Luctus took a minute to, through enornous struggle, rip the gaze off the deliciously gleaming left eye and observe Luto as a whole. The espada was considerably shorter than Livor, but was built similarly, distinct muscles and slight hints in the posture betraying a martial artist. He wore what seemed like a normal arrancar outfit, only edges of the clothing seemed awfully pointy. Fraccion made a note to himself to take a pair of scissors and recreate the ingenuously simple outfit.
"Blah, blah, blah. Not only he drinks, but laughs at his own jokes as well. Gosh, what a bore! Just like this crappy empty room."
"Water is fine, thanks. I am not much of a drinker, I'm afraid." - Luto smiled, quickly, with only lips, still holding the polite tones in the voice, but those were hanging on very loose strings. Privaron proceeded to turn his own liquid into alcohol. Deep within the suns of Livor's eyes twin firestorms gleamed. He felt the other arrancar's power for a second and imagined to himself what it would be like to wield it, to serve as a vessel to the vast plains of reiatsu. The maw of envy inside the broken soul watered with desire and heaved impatiently, sending the blazing pyres even higher, making them reach all the way to the surface of the amber wells. Meanwhile Luto has finished talking and leaned in to put his hand over Livor's shoulders. The arrancar became overpowered by two things: first was the sickening smell of alcohol coming at him in waves with each word Espada spoke; the second was how close the object of his obsession was. Luctus barely restrained the long serpentine tongue from reaching out and caressing the frozen surface of the emerald lake.
"It is so close! If only I could stop the time for a second and pluck the bewitching thing! Look at it sitting comfortably in the socket, mocking me with every blink! And the other one! The ugly piece of shit is also laughing at me! I should gauge both of them out and smash the right one. Agh, the smell! I think I'm gonna puke..."

What happened next could be related to one of the two explanations. Either the temptation the presence of the Privaron has cast on Livor proved to be too much, or Espada's easy-going approach has managed to put a tiny crack in the corrupting shell of the plagued mind. It was most certainly too early to tell which one it was and not that it mattered that much either. What did matter was that the mask Luctus has put on a few seconds after Luto would stop talking was the closest one to the real twisted him he ever wore in front of others.
"Would you move your stinking face away from me, piece of shit...sama?" Livor would slowly remove Espada's hand from his shoulders, while stretching a smug smile over the delicate face. He would then stand up from the stool and take a few steps into the free space of the room, as if ascending upon a stage.
"Where am I from? What are you, dumb? Just like all of us I hail from there... - Livor pointed towards where desert shook and slithered behind the castle's walls in a wide gesture - ... where the Great Womb of Despair spouts beasts to wander the wasteland in distress. Yet I crawl out of the abyssal cradle and find the most pathetic creature of them all!" Livor pointed the long finger, clad in the precious claw, at Luto. "Supposedly most powerful Espada cradling his ridiculous self in a plain box, stewing in his own filth and alcohol fumes. What a joke!" Luctus spat on the floor, smiling at the cruel irony. Funnily enough he didn't feel fear or usual self-disgust, but was rather basking in the pathos of his own words. How liberating it was to get out of one's mind for once, although the arrancar was sure that he will soon enough will be in the desert again, gorging on the acidic entrails of another hollow, poisoned by the ugly beast in the rotten heart that is sure to punish the rebellious slave.
"Still, I would like to hear what you have to say for yourself, oh the laziest of the apocalypse's heralds! tell me, what chain binds you to Las Noches? Is it Sougetsu? Or perhaps the comfort of this stinking pit you call home? Amuse me, and perhaps I'll let you mine my gray matter." Livor's mouth would twist in a wicked grin as he faced the Privaron, amber eyes gleaming with confidence, determination and hate. There was no wish or mean to hide the heaving heart of wrath that the espada awoke in his fraccion.

WC: 845
GP: 17 {total: 39}

Luto relaxed his body with his arm around Livor. The fraccion's inner beauty was shown clearly throughout his thought by now, but there was no need to make it clear he had empathetic abilities at the moment, he would wait until the moment struck. He's not even a drinker, I thought my fraccion would at least be a drinking buddy.[/color] he thought drooping his head below his shoulders, disappointed. Luto's arm go a little heavier on his new fraccion's shoulder. It was beginning to annoy him how much the fraccion was hiding his true self, this is why Luto always hung out with drinkers, full personality, all the time. Another thing that was annoying him about Livor was that he obviously wanted something from Luto, but an empathetic ability doesn't mean he can read minds.

Next up would be something that would make Luto happy, but then give him his opportunity to show his new fraccion that he was not something to fuck with. However, in the middle of the arrancar's speech, Luto chuckled a bit, in his head he thought, At least he has some sense of humor, even if it was accidental. In response to when Livor said piece of shit-sama, He even paused for the comedic effect. Simply smiling at the other's fury, nothing was fazing him so far. Obviously Livor... at least that's what I think his name was, doesn't get that I didn't actually mean where he comes from.[/i] was thought the thought running through his head while he was calmly listening to the fire in a box that was his new fraccion. Complaining about the alcohol and his "filth." That's a blunt insult, this place is perfectly clean. Luto continued to poke flaws in his furious speech, that is the problem with anger, you can't think straight.
"Are you done yet?" Luto said mockingly towards his furious fraccion. Luto got up from his stool and began pacing in front of the angry arrancar. "I too came from the wasteland, as you simply put it obviously. I already told you what I'm like, and for what chain binds me here... well one, it's better than that damned desert, and two I'm going to be the one to make hollows equal."

Luto twisted his body as he stepped in front of the furious arrancar. He showed no signs of violence, he was still smirking, not a single bad vibe was coming off of his body and yet, just the alcohol was enough to tick this guy off. Without saying anything or changing personality, Luto sent his non-dominant hand, his left, directly into Livor's rib cage. The power was little, but he was quite powerful, this arrancar would probably at least break a couple ribs. "You do know who you're talking to?" he replied after the slam, still with a smirk, he even chuckled maniacally. In the blink of in eye, Luto followed up by grabbing and squeezing his fraccion's face tightly. Picking him up purely with his palm and fingers, he rode the arrancar across the bar, tossing him over the bar. Unless he could somehow stop himself, he would slam into the wall with the force of a fraction of the privaron's strength. "Go bitch some more, but you aren't going to insult me. Try to fight back, I will win, you can't beat me! Luto chuckled to the last term, "And if you do fight back, you won't be able to beat anyone!" he grinned, pearly white teeth showing. Just the pure thought that his fraccion thought he could even try to argue with him, he was the alpha male, this was no smirk, this was a maniacal grin.

615 - 12 GP [33]

Stamina - (112/115)