Sunny Daze in Las Noches || Closed || Group || Luto ||

In the morning, so early for the espada to be up. Luto dragged off of his bed and nearly fell from his own laziness, he was not even tired, he wanted to sleep. Getting up to his newly refurbished room, he now had what Luto referred to as his "chilling zone" his time in the world of the humans were rubbing off on him, their abomination that is their music in this new millennium, no, their lingo from what they referred to as the 1970s to the 1990s, yes. This chilling zone was in the back corner across from the Primera's giant king sized bed and right by his bar. The area zone was still very, very, small compared to the rest of his vicinities. However, Luto decided to go there to "chill" as it was put.

Before this though, Luto prepared a big glass of ol' XXX ale. He was meeting his new fraccion today though, no idea what his or her name was, but he imagined they would not be as heavy a drinker as he was, so he just grabbed a bottle of whiskey, he would make his fraccion a drinker, if he or she was not already. He also rolled up a few joints, one for him, one for his fraccion, and a few more for later. Grabbing his lighter, he was going to have a good time with his fraccion. Lazily walking over to his new furnished area, he sat down in a large arm chair. White, just like the rest of the room, but the cushion was at least a foot large, and full of softness, and smooth, comfortable, human bird feathers. He sunk into the chair and placed his mug of alcohol into the convenient cup holder, this was much better than his boring old one bed, one bar room.

Lifting his legs onto the black framed glass coffee table, his feet were bare and his hakama was off. Under the hakama though were a pair of tight black pants, not too tight to be uncomfortable, but perfect. His over shirt wasn't on either, just his black undershirt with his shoulders exposed. He lit up the joint, took a deep breathe in and held it. Releasing the smoke into the room, he relaxed and sipped his frothy mug. The bottle of whiskey was on the other side of the coffee table in front of the black, comfy couch for the fraccion to chill out in. He waited an hour or so for the fraccion to reach Luto's chambers. Eventually, he heard a shout from a lady like voice outside his giant doors. "Ah... must be my fraccion" Luto spoke to himself. "Come in girl!" He said happily to the newly appointed arrancar.

Once his voice traveled through the large space that was his box chambers, she opened the doors and walked into the big, open room. "Come here, take a seat, I grabbed you some whiskey." the Primera said in an inviting tone. Once she sat down, Luto began to interact more with her. He took another hit of his joint and passed another lighter and one of the other joints to her, "D'you smoke this? It's weed." he inquired the girl blowing out a gust of steamy smoke from his lips. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Anyways, I'm Luto Esperanza, the Primera Espada, and you will be my fraccion miss." Looking into her eyes, her bright yellow irises, he watched himself in her pupils. "Please, give me your name, favorite drink, and whatever else you wish to tell me about yourself. As long as you're on my side I won't kill you." Luto said chuckling and looking her up and down sneakily, noticing her curvaceous figure. While she walked in she seemed to be shorter than Luto, a magnificent feat. A nice figure stuffed into a small package. Even when she walked in, he completely ignored her previous drink. Taking yet another hit, he chuckled from nothing, and puffed the smoke into the air and taking a sip of his drink.

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As a voice rang out from area past those giant doors, Daisy smiled ever-so-slightly. Taking another lengthy sip from her glass, her left hand gripped around the steely handle of the door. She was met violently strong cloud of smoke, almost instantly bursting from the open door. Daisy recognized the scent of these fumes with ease as she scanned the room. So, it looked as if her master was one of the more....relaxed types. Marijuana was something she hadn't smoked in such a long time. It hadn't been since....since what, the nineteen-sixties? Now that had been a wild time. As the smile was eclipsed by a simple calm facade, she heard the voice speak again. This time, much more clearer, as the door was no longer suppressing it.

Her already bloodshot eyes began to water, stinging slightly from the build-up of smoke around her. A charming, silvery laugh filled the large area as it was delivered from Daisies' tiny pink lips. ”Why, this guy's more messed up than myself....I don't know if I should be comforted that i'm not the only drunk in Las Noches, or worried about the fact that my new master is irresponsible...” Daisy thought jovially. The day was already showing promise on the vodka-bottle speckled horizon. Daisies' small body turned to face the man as she strutted casually towards him. She quickly finished the last of her Virgin Mary at the mention of whiskey. Her eyes refocused on the man sitting in the chair, noting his features.

He looked about thirty or so, which was about ten years younger than Daisies' physical appearance. Loose coils of smoke swirled around Daisy as she gently plopped her body down onto a soft, alabaster couch. A warm, comforting smile was spread upon her face. She enjoyed the strange, sensational environment around her. Daisies' head lulled to the side as the man asked if she smoked. ”Occasionally...I haven't smoked marijuana in quite a long time...” Daisy murmured in an amused tone. She dragged her hand against the plush couch and up to the joint & lighter awaiting her. Grasping it between the slender fingers, she raised it up to her lips and flicked the lighters flame in front of it. With one swift inhalation of smoke, she held it within' until finally releasing with a quiet cough. She wasn't as used to the substance as she thought she was. No matter though...with this man's habits, it would be safe to say she'd get used to some things right quick. Her golden irises gazed at the man, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

”Nice ta meet 'cha, Esperanza-san.” Daisy replied calmly before taking another inhalation from the joint. ”My name is Daisy Mae Girard...but Daisy is fine, and Bloody Marys are my favorite choice of poison.” Daisy explained to the man. Her right arm hung over the edge of the couch arm, the glass being picked up shortly after she lit the join and relinquished her grip on the lighter. A tiny chuckle escaped her lips, carrying with it a girly charm. ”I don't think there's any other side I could be on, sir...” Daisy mumbled. With the topic of sides in mind, she began to analyze the man.

Which side was this man on? She tried to shake the issue away from her cluttered brain. It was such a damned hot topic within' the solid confines of Las Noches. So many creatures were too fiery and defensive with their usually idiotic viewpoints. And here Daisy thought ridiculous, politically-charged issues were for the Human crowd. "You'll have to take a side eventually....just remember that..." Daisy thought. Ignoring the the wary pessimism, she tilted her head and stared at Luto, shaking the glass slightly. Ice clinked and shook within', signaling the emptiness. "Care to spare a bit of whiskey for your new Fraccion?" Daisy remarked quietly, perching her head against her arm.


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Word Count || 660 words
GP Count || 13 GP
Total GP || 24 GP[/align]

"Ah, that's a shame." Luto said when she said her smoking preferences, "No stress though, or more stress, no need to conform to my habits. It is a wonderful stress reliever and relaxer though." he chuckled at his own sarcasm. He remained silent while she replied to Luto's questioning, waiting for her to be completely finished, maybe this fraccion would obey the Primera. Taking another hit off of the joint, he blew the smoke into the air around the two. Clearing his throat of the smoke once more, he actually hiccuped some smoke out, a low, blithe hiccup. Before he started talking he laughed a bit more than a chuckle, but either way he continued. "I only make people call me by sir if I don't like them." He assured the female arrancar, "You seem to be friendly, and just my type, so come up with any asinine nickname you can think of... as long as I like it too" finishing his sentence with another chuckle.

He sat there for a few quiet moments until his foggy head recalled what she said before, her choice of poison. "Ah, Bloody Marys. I don't drink those often, usually stick to hard liquor like my ole XXX from the 1800s, whiskey, maybe some coke and rum, as the humans call it." he said "his XXX" while waving his mug in front of him, "I have encountered those either way, Daisy. I can make them up for you any time, it may even get you out of some... painful times, literally." Taking in another hit of the bud smoke, lighting the end, the flame riding on his fingers. Luto could barely feel the fire touch his fingers, nothing that small could bother anything with him. Dropping his arms to his side and lifted his head up once more and he gushed out smoke from his inerts. His eyes were becoming quite blood shot by now, he packed a lot into these joints, maybe three bowl packs, maybe more. Gulping down half of his mug, he exhaled deeply and looked back to the curvaceous fraccion.

"Well Daisy, I have a disobedient fraccion, and I'm glad you're not one of them." He looked into her eyes, they were blood shot as well, Luto did not notice this when she came in, maybe it was from the smoke, maybe she had a party last night or something... and Luto wasn't invited. From a mere look into her eyes for a few moments he could tell she was thinking of the status of Sougetsu and Las Noches at the time. But before he could speak, she asked if I were to 'spare' a bit of whiskey, to which he answered, "Spare? Please Daisy, that bottles a gift, all for you. I have plenty more where that came from... Enough brand label to last a millennium and more, and then my own to last forever." He smiled awaiting a surprised face from the little lady, "I see you're troubled about Sougetsu and them, I wasn't even speaking of that." he let out a hardy laugh to her thought that that was what he was speaking of, "No, no, no, I just want you to be at my side whenever, I need someone to hang out with in here, it's hard y'know everyone here is sooooo boring. You seem to be the type of person to have fun with." He stared her down in her eyes, his eyes were joyous and open... her eyes were unknown to Luto while she was letting the words sink in.

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Daisy let out a mellowed laugh when Luto commented. The effects of the smoke were clearly taking effect upon the 'young' woman, her eyes gaining a glassy sheen over the redness of her scelera. Most of the alcohol from last night was already out of her system, which to Daisies' mind meant that it was time for more. She shook her head when he said something about conforming to habits. ”Hehe, It's hard for me to conform to anything....besides, these habits are already in my system, Luto-san. Have been for a good few decades...” Daisy in a carefree retort. At is final remark, all that was on display from Daisy was a wide, mischevious grin.

The woman knew this particular plants' effects by firsthand experience. Although, she had only been smoking and drinking like this for the past 100 years. Pretty much, since she had been a sentient Arrancar. Of all the fractured memories that managed to surface from the depths of her mind, she never remembered acting like this. It was like she had memories from a different person. The sadness sitting in her mind wasn't present on her face, though she couldn't hide everything. For a brief second, her eyes showed pain. The Fraccion was thankful that the smoke around them was so thick, as emotions of that nature couldn't be tossed around in public affairs. Taking another long puff from the joint, that matter was quickly blown away by the thickening smoke. The tiny smile continued to sit on her face as the man spoke. ”Alright then, I suppose sir shall be ditched...Drunky-sa~ma.” Daisy called out in a low tone, stretching the A vowel in sama. She was simply playing with the man, which was quite rare for her. Was the smoke around her really getting to her that quickly? ”Could've sworn I was accustomed to this....maybe what he's got is of higher quality...” Daisy though, scrutinizing the joint sitting pursed between her index and middle finger. It wasn't unlikely, maybe Luto was a connoisseur of fine alcohols and various taboo goods? This guess was confirmed seconds later but Mr. Luto expressing his fondness of XXX liquor, of which Daisy smiled slightly at. ”I think you may be an Arrancar I can get along quite well with...how very rare.” Daisy murmured while chuckling.

Such a thing was rare, due to her wild opinions and attitude towards other races. Her intense hatred of Sougetsu had certainly sparked some anger within' Las noches from some who knew her, while her apathetic attitude towards most just worked at heightening that anger. She continued to converse with the man as smoke built up around them. ”A disobedient Fraccion? Surely he can't be all too disobedient...?” Daisy giggled. She looked down at her joint and let out a small cloud of smoke, certain puffs forming hollowed rings. She pondered about the situation she was in, noting on how La Primera was more on the side of talkative & relaxed, than reserved & serious. On the average day, Daisy would be more of the latter. Her smile only widened into one of sincerity. ”Quite generous of you, Luto-san.” She said with a tiny laugh. Though, there was a display of shock in her eyes. This was both at this vast collection of alcohol, and the fact that he was aware of her thoughts about Sougetsu. Surely she wasn't that guileless, such an open book? A look of slight embarrassment came upon her face, followed by a barely-noticeable blush.

”It's hard not to think about Sougetsu, and his rather irritating actions...Anyways, most of the Arrancar around here do seem much too dull...most haven't even had jelly beans or cookies in their Arrancar lifetime...” Daisy exclaimed, her expression entering one of disbelief towards the end of her sentance. How could you not have eaten jelly beans?! They were practically the divine, holy food in Daisies' opinion. Looking up at the man from her spot on the sofa, she began to giggle. ”You don't do this everyday, do you? Smoke and drink alcohol...I couldn't imagine doing it everyday...wouldn't it get a little old?” Daisy asked curiously. She honestly couldn't smoke and drink everyday, as the woman was too caught up with her sweets.


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Word Count || 713 words
GP Count || 14 GP
Total GP Count || 38 GP[/align]

Swallowing some more of the hard alcohol, it was almost gone, he exhaled and burped a little. When he burped a little smoke came out. Luto began laughing furiously, holding onto the chair. Shaking his head, he focused back onto the subject.... after taking another hit. Puffing the smoke out, his vision was getting blurry since his eyelids were dropping more and his eyes were getting more blood shot. "Yes... a disobedient fraccion, sad isn't it?" He said swerving his head along with his words, "I taught him a lesson, thought don't worry." he let out a hardy laugh that echoed through the box.

While she was thinking about what seemed to be a sad moment, Luto completely ignored it and got up to refill his mug by his bar. He told her to continue talking, as he could still hear her. Returning with a full glass mug of coke and rum, just as he was saying before. Luto didn't realize who she was talking about when she was speaking of Sougetsu, her voice seemed to speed up over the mentioning of Sougetsu and disliking. The words that popped out were jellybean and cookies. "No jellybeans or cookies?!" Luto said furiously, his right eyebrow twitched above his eye socket. "Well that simply can't be had! I'll get onto that, after I... do something." It was merely one of the high-deas he would never fulfill.

However, Daisy continued to ask a question that Luto could understand. "No, smoke weed everyday... Alcohol yes, I don't remember drinking anything else in my years as an arrancar." The Primera said pondering his century and a bit more as an arrancar, he doens't remember any other beverage, he honestly didn't. "Now, I have a question for you..." he paused in between his next part and this to sip more rum and coke and take another hit. Luto continued to speak and the smoke dribbled out of his mouth, "How about you get out of your tiny fraccion quarters, and come live here in this giant box... I need it to be furnished anyways. Plus you can bring your sweets, and we can share my alcohol and weed, with your sweets... Sounds like a plan, yeah?"

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The more Daisy and Luto smoked, the thicker the air between them got. Daisy continued to recline on the plush couch, lazily kicking up her feet on the edge of the sofa. Might as well relax, yeah? The chill of marijuana had instilled itself firmly into her body and mind. Taking another slow inhalation of the potent plant just left her with more of a high buzz. It was quite pleasant, and very...very chill. Her stress about Sougetsu and the assholes that followed after him like loyal sheeple had nearly vanished. The only thing left on her mind was....was nothing. It was simply blank. There were no thoughts swirling through the typically conflicted mind of Daisy. She was simply enjoying the lackadaisical moment, something that was a bit rare in such a darkened place like Hueco Mundo. ”What a weird name for...this realm...what does it even mean....Hueeecoooo Muundoooo...” Daisy thought, wondering who the hell came up with the name.

Daisies' head tilted to the side, peering at Luto as he spoke. His voice was faint and quieted, as if he were speaking through a pillow. Though, this was only an effect of the drug upon Daisies' muddled brain. ”It's not really so much sad, Luto-san....more along the lines of...disappointing. It's kind of silly to become a Fraccion, if you're not even moderately obedient. Like an artist...taking the job of a bank teller...” Daisy explained, her voice slow yet clear. Her explaination was simply contrasting and comparing. Why would a creature inspired by freedom and beauty work in a job so precise...so constricting? Daisy herself fit the side of freedom, yet she was smart enough to show some class around the higher-ups. She challenged them wehn they needed to be challenged. Her actions were directly motivated upon believing that if someone were to spout mistaken views so easily, she could correct them just as easily. She took a deep breath, smoke filling her lungs. ”Taught him a lesson? You didn't kill him, did you?” Daisy exclaimed in a gasp. The timbre of her voice was tainted with inquiry & surprise.

Her reddened eyes dilated as she propped herself up on her elbows, the tiny body hugging the empty glass of partially-melted ice. The nearly-finished joint was pursed tightly between her plump, ruddy lips. Her fascination with what the Primera did to reprimand the other Fraccion was amplified by her naughty, naught habits. As Luto spoke passionately about the lack of sweet treats within' Las Noches, her laugh echoed throught the mostly vacant room once again. Daisy lifted one hand from it's resting place against the sofa and waved it gently at Luto. ”Oh...haha, that's fine. I can always take a trip to the Human World and...steal some candy.” Daisy mumbled. After all, it's not like they would miss it. It was just candy. Her body moved back into it's reclined spot, accidently knocking the glass from the couch. Shards littered the floor and a sour moan followed.

”Sorry...I didn't mean too...” Daisy began, before shortly falling back to the couch. It quieted for a few seconds, before Luto began his proposition. Daisy yawned for a short bit, before closing her eyes. ”You sure you'd want me to move in? I mean, i'm kinda...messy...and not very polite...my manners are shitty...” Daisy began, her pauses filled with subtle laughter ”But if you really want me too, then sure. I'll move in here with ya...it's much bigger than my quarters....” Daisy answered, her tone varying in pitch. Damn marijuana.


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Word Count || 600 words
GP Count || 12 GP
Total GP Count || 50 GP[/align]