Here comes Grimmjow [Active]

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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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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.

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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.