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Here comes Grimmjow [Active]
Character(s): Grimmjow and whoever dares cross his path~ :3
Content: Grimmjow hates it when holes betray him and take him to weird places he can't leave.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Noon
Warnings: Abuse... Of expletives and possible inanimate objects.
He should have known that there was something wrong with the random hole in the ground not too far from Las Noches. He should have known that jumping into the hole headfirst would be a bad idea. He should have known a lot of things, but he didn’t. Why? Because he was Grimmjow Jaggerjack, therefore it was difficult for him to think ahead. And no one was allowed to know that Grimmjow knew of his weakness. Even though it was quite apparent, what with the way he was now standing in some world that he didn’t even know existed.
That was debatable though, as Grimmjow only knew about three realms and this ‘pie-show’ was not one of them. At least, he certainly didn’t know of any place where they pushed you inside the gate after asking your name (“What’s your name sir?” “Grimmjow Jaggerjack, why the fu—”). Which brought him to his current situation; standing inside the messed up city with nothing but the overwhelming desire to kill something. Slowly and painfully. While it screamed.
“What the fuck,” Grimmjow cursed loudly, glaring at the old lady who paused to frown at him disapprovingly. As if he cared what she thought. He didn’t what anybody thought. Damn straight.
Content: Grimmjow hates it when holes betray him and take him to weird places he can't leave.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Noon
Warnings: Abuse... Of expletives and possible inanimate objects.
He should have known that there was something wrong with the random hole in the ground not too far from Las Noches. He should have known that jumping into the hole headfirst would be a bad idea. He should have known a lot of things, but he didn’t. Why? Because he was Grimmjow Jaggerjack, therefore it was difficult for him to think ahead. And no one was allowed to know that Grimmjow knew of his weakness. Even though it was quite apparent, what with the way he was now standing in some world that he didn’t even know existed.
That was debatable though, as Grimmjow only knew about three realms and this ‘pie-show’ was not one of them. At least, he certainly didn’t know of any place where they pushed you inside the gate after asking your name (“What’s your name sir?” “Grimmjow Jaggerjack, why the fu—”). Which brought him to his current situation; standing inside the messed up city with nothing but the overwhelming desire to kill something. Slowly and painfully. While it screamed.
“What the fuck,” Grimmjow cursed loudly, glaring at the old lady who paused to frown at him disapprovingly. As if he cared what she thought. He didn’t what anybody thought. Damn straight.
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Sneaking towards the man who was making loud noises, the lumen cocks its beautiful head to the side, as if it were curious about him. Raising its glowing head crest, the lumen turns sideways to look at Grimmjow with one yellow eye.
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Grimmjow wished even more now that he had his trusty zanpakuto by his side so that he cut it in half without getting himself dirty. Rolling his eyes skyward, the teal-haired arrancar decided not to waste his time on the bird. Coming to the conclusion that the better plan would be figure out who the head of this place was (then killing him and finding a way out), he kicked a pebble towards the creature to scare it away.
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The man has darkness inside of him, perhaps it should help him and fill him with light. Lowering its head to the ground cautiously, the lumen takes hesitant steps toward Grimmjow. It raises its tail slowly, opening up the extravagant display of pure white feathers with glowing fake eyes, thinking that it could scare Grimmjow into submission by appearing bigger. The lumen doesn't want the man to flee however, it just wants to drive the darkness out of him.
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"What the hell d'you want?" the Sixth Espada demanded with narrow eyes, almost as if the creature would answer him. He snorted lightly, before taking a couple of steps towards it, head cocked to the side curiously. "What the hell is it?"
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Tail still proudly displayed, the lumen lets out a kind of guttural noise as it approaches Grimmjow still. It will strike the man when opportunity presents itself. For now, it tries to appear intimidating enough so the man does not just brush it off and walk away.
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Ears perking at the sound of a low growl coming from the glowing creature, la Sexta felt himself tense. It was true that he had the urge to kill something, this bird would be a fine victim. With a wide grin on his face, the arrancar disappeared in a flash to appear before the bird again, muscled arm shooting out to wrap around an elongated neck.
"What now?" he taunted, tightening his fingers.
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When the light cleared, however, he definitely wasn’t on the sidewalk anymore.
Correction: he wasn’t anywhere he knew, either. Not Soul Society, not Karakura.
In front of him was a gate. A large gate in front of an even larger – gigantic, even – city. Of course, Ishida had no idea what in God’s name lay inside, but it seemed like the best option.
Passing through, Ishida obtained an electronic journal. He also gave his name with pride, along with the unneeded fact that he was the “last” Quincy. Shoving the journal into his pocket, he walked through the city. He straightened his gray-purple, button-up shirt (complete with Quincy sign sewn in), though something managed to draw his attention.
Not too far ahead was a man with teal hair and half a hollow mask on the side of his face strangling a strange, white peacock. Ishida blinked. Blinked again, and a third time. After recovering from the pure oddness of the scene, he raised an eyebrow.
“What a strange thing to see an arrancar doing," Ishida stated cooly while pushing his glasses up.
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While the lumen was simply in a curious and playful mood when it first approached Grimmjow, it is now scared and desperate to do something worth anything before losing its life. Letting out a pathetic caw, the lumen aims to strike at Grimmjow's arm with its beak. If it can hit the man then it has a chance at filling him with light and driving the darkness away.
[ooc: wahh sorry this took so long!!]
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"What-?" Teal eyes shooting back to the white creature in his clutch with great irritation, he snorted when it tried to scratch him. As if a bird was strong enough to injure him. Raising an eyebrow at the faint white lines on his tanned arm, he couldn't say he was prepared for the bird to lunge it's beak at him.
Both eyebrows shooting up in shock, the arrancar stared as some blue liquid came out of it's beak. And it burned. Snarling, the arrancar tightened it's grip before throwing it away from himself violently. Straight at the Quincy who stood a little whiles away from him.
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Quite honestly, his opinion of the arrancar had dropped.
Not only did he loathe them because they were part hollow, but now he found them revolting for how crude they were. The arrancar did throw a bird at him, after all. He was within his rights to not dislike him more for it.
“Well, that was mature.” The Quincy scoffed.
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Grimmjow snorted, taking in the cool way the Quincy side stepped with amusement. The boy reminded him of a divinely irritating arrancar Grimmjow had the misfortune to know. His dislike for the boy just increased.
"We're known for our maturity," Grimmjow retorted, turning to face the other fully. "Can't ya tell?"
Tensing slightly, his scowl morphed in a wide grin. He was well aware that the Quincy would probably put up a good fight. However, the temptation to rip that unaffected expression of his face was far too great to ignore. He didn't really feel the need to wonder what the boy was doing here, and if he knew a way out. As far as the arrancar was concerned, he could beat it out of the bespectacled boy before he killed him.
"Do you wanna be like a mature arrancar?" His grin got wider. "Let me rip you a hole. It'll be a start."
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At the very least, it managed to squirt some of the light at Grimmjow. Perhaps it will give make him less dark. Gradually, the creature fades away into nothing, leaving a trail and puddle of bluish goo behind.
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“No, as a matter of fact. I find the idea of being even half shinigami repulsive,” the Quincy retorted, expression barely effected by the idea of having a hole ripped in him. It was unlikely that the man could even do such a thing, but one should never underestimate one’s enemy.
Even now, Ishida’s hand very nearly twitched with the desire to draw his bow and shoot, but bit it back. No use in starting a fight… yet.
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Looking past the Quincy, he narrowed his eyes at the place he could've sworn the bird had collapsed. He couldn't remember it having enough strength left to crawl away, so it must have disappeared. La Sexta frowned at the thought, wondering what exactly it was. It certainly wasn't normal, he decided, teal eyes sweeping down to scar on his arm.
"Are you the one who brought me here?" the arrancar said, tone one of disinterest.
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“Why would I bring you here? If I knew how to bring people to this place, I’d sooner bring someone of use than an arrancar,” the Quincy said flatly. He didn’t even know where here was, but no sense in letting the teal-haired man know such a thing.
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Deciding it was no plan of the Quincy and his shinigami friends to bring him here, Grimmjow decided to ignore the stranger. Frowning at the obvious uselessness of this the Quincy, he began to walk toward the city, teal eyes flying in every direction. He wondered if he was the only arrancar in this place. If he was, Grimmjow thought with a wide grin, maybe he could treat it as a vacation.
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Click!
Ishida flipped the journal closed and shoved it unceremoniously back into his pocket after – oh, how long had it been. He glanced to where he had last seen the arrancar walking away, and found that he wasn’t there anymore. With that, Ishida started off toward down the road.