http://grimlycorrupted.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] grimlycorrupted.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-01-07 10:28 pm

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.

[identity profile] glasseskun.livejournal.com 2007-01-31 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
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.