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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.

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The lumen is peacock-shaped. Its plummage perfectly white with eyes and beak that glow eeriely yellow. With its tail trailing behind it, it peeks curiously at the strange creature who disturbed its peaceful nap. It can sense darkness from the man, but it was not so dark as some others who passed its way before. The man was dark, but not dark enough to be terrifying to the lumen.

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.

Grumbling and stomping his foot in displeasure, Grimmjow decided to partake in what Ulquiorra like to call 'assessing the situation'. Except that there was some messed up bird slowly making its way towards him and even as, Grimmjow ran critical green eyes over the creature, he was fairly sure that he'd never seen anything like it.

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.

Alarmed by the pebble that Grimmjow kicked towards it, the lumen staggered away from where the pebble landed. It flaps its wings a little in agitation, moving its neck this way and that to settle its disturbed feathers before turning back to Grimmjow. The pebble is hardly enough to hurt it, but the lumen is quite upset at having something thrown at it.

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.

Fully prepared to walk away and get violent, Grimmjow blinked when the bird started walking towards him. The weird glow that was coming from the creature was creepy and sort of annoying. Mouth twitching downwards, the arrancar felt the increasing urge to simply slice the creatures neck. It would have been more convenient if had run away, Grimmjow was a man of little patience.

"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?"

While the lumen does not understand a word of what the man is saying, it does understand the tone of voice he used as well as his body language. Raising its feather up to appear bigger, it continues to stare up at Grimmjow with yellow glowing eyes. The man has darkness in him, the lumen wishes to rid him of it.

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.

A soft breeze blew through the area, ruffling Grimmjow's teal hair as the arrancar felt the strings of his patience slowly begin to snap as well. This bird was beginning to annoy him greatly. Did it think it was being stealthy, inching towards him like that? It was then that Grimmjow realized what he was doing. He was contemplating the thought process of a bird. He couldn've sworn remembering something like the brain of a bird being half the size of it's eye. And here he was. Wondering went inside it instead of stomping on the creature. This place must have been messing with his mind.

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.

The night had been pleasantly cool with its gentle breeze. A perfect time to go to Sunflower Seams, Ishida had thought. With money in his pocket, the Quincy had set out from his petite home. He managed to get about ten yards away from the front door when suddenly, the sidewalk just wasn’t there. In its place was a blinding white light that made the steely-eyed teen shut his eyes as tight as possible, yet still some of the light managed to seep through.

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.

The lumen let out a clumsy shriek when it feels something wrap around its neck suddenly, flapping around frantically as if it would make the man let go of it. It tries cawing out loudly at first, but with the grip tightening around its neck, the lumen is starting to get weaker. Pulling up its legs, it tries to claw Grimmjow's arm in hopes of injecting the light through its claws.

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!!]

Grimmjow turned at the sudden voice from his left. He hadn't noticed that someone else was there. Narrowing his eyes, he realized that he could feel reiatsu coming off the other boy. That could mean they came from the same place. Grin turning into a frown at the other's comment, Grimmjow opened his mouth to reply with something crude. That is, until the bird decided to get violent.

"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.

That was one thing Ishida had never known about the arrancar. He figured they’d be at least remotely clever, but this one seemed nothing but strange. The Quincy watched quietly with a quirked brow. A blue liquid sprayed from the white peacock’s beak and straight at the arrancar. Apparently, it hurt, because Ishida found the peacock flying at him. Without missing a beat, he dodged the flying bird.

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.

[ooc: I'm assuming the bird died...? :D;; Idk, if it wants to come back...]

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."

Falling to the ground with a thud and a desperate rustle, the lumen stumbles away from the two men as quickly as possible. Its neck is flailing uncontrollably as if its bones have been broken. The blue liquid that it tried to inject into Grimmjow is dribbling everywhere now. With a final squeak, the creature's legs give up and it falls to the ground lightly.

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.

Honestly, were all the arrancar this moronic? It was a wonder Aizen was able to deal with them. Ishida had never seen much of the man, but everything he heard about his grand exit from Soul Society, he seemed almost the opposite of this teal-haired lunatic. It was easy enough to say that he would no through birds at people, after all.

“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.

Grimmjow snickered. "You shouldn't hate someone just because they're stronger than you, y'know," he pointed out, raising his head haughtily.

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.

That was when the blank expression slipped. Better than him? Oh please. Ishida rolled his eyes. However, the question the arrancar asked afterwards was worse than the statement before hand.

“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.

"You obviously know very little about the arrancar," Grimmjow said loudly, as he was prone to. Thought he usually spoke loudly to piss Ulquiorra off, but this glasses-wearing Quincy was just the same.

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.

Obviously, the arrancar had misinterpreted his words, because he had meant that an arrancar would be of very little use to him. Ishida was sure enough that they were of quite a bit of use to Aizen and the others – a man named Gin and another, wasn’t it? The teal-headed arrancar strode off after that. And, as always, what had seemed like something that would be a fruitful conversation turned out to be nothing but bird throwing and snide remarks. The Quincy sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets, only then remembering the electronic journal they had given him at the gate. He flipped the computer open, powering it on. It was a familiar piece of equipment, and it didn’t take him long to begin making some use of it.

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.

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