paixaorpg | "All Hope Abandon...?"

Character(s): Mello, Grimmjow, open to anyone else
Content: Mello arrives and wonders where the heck he is
Setting: Niflheim gates
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Cursing, Death Note spoilers

Mello opened his eyes, wondering when he'd closed them. Last thing he remembered... oh. Right. He extended his arms in front of him, examining them, then looked down. Well, it could have been worse; he could have been stuck wearing that stupid disguise for all of eternity. Funny how corporeal he felt, though, as if these clothes were real, actually worn on a physical body. He hadn't counted on that. It could be a promising sign or a really ominous one; which remained to be seen.

The gate nearby wasn't a surprise; he'd expected something of the kind, though he'd been expecting fire instead of ice. For all the hand closed protectively over the cross of his rosary, the sharp edges felt even through his glove, Mello wasn't a fool and he didn't lie to himself, not about things like this. He knew what he was and knew he deserved no less than hell. He'd known that for a long time, accepted it, refused to be afraid of it, even now that it was here.

As he got in line (lines, what else could you expect in hell?) and looked around, however, he wondered if that were really where he was. It seemed too quiet for that, lacked the aura of foreboding he expected. Maybe it was really true that one who had used the Death Note couldn't go to Heaven or Hell. But if that were the case, where was he? Had all these people really used one? That seemed highly unlikely.

He closed his eyes, remembering: just before he had died... Matt. His hands clenched into fists and he almost wished he could forget. If this were an afterlife, maybe even the only one, he'd find him here, though he wasn't sure what he'd say to him. "Hey, man. Sorry I got you killed" was just fucking ridiculous. Maybe Matt wouldn't even want to see him and Mello wasn't sure he could blame him for that.

Almost before he knew it, he was through the gate. They didn't even make him give his real name. Lousy security, but if this was the afterlife, why would they need it? Not like they'd be leaving and it was entirely likely no one here could die, not again.

Mello fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar, unwrapping it rapidly and thinking how glad he was that it was there. Though he'd have to find a source for more soon enough. For now, he looked around for a place to sit. He wanted to examine this device they'd handed him at the gate and then he had plans to make. Here he was (wherever that might be); what the hell was he going to do now?

Threaded | Flat

Grimmjow was in a bit of a bad mood. Though it was rather rare to see him in a good mood unless Aizen was praising him or he was torturing something. Right now, Aizen was neither praising him nor was he harming anything that would squeal loudly as it died. Instead, he was walking around investigating anyone that was 'interesting' as per Aizen's orders. The worst part was how he was doing horribly at it. There was no one in this damn place that was interesting.

A deep scowl on his face, the arrancar looked up at the large gate. He had decided to station himself here and wait as the people walked in. There was no point in leaving, he felt. Aizen was here so then logically, Grimmjow should be here as well. It didn't stop the place from being anymore boring. His assignment was stupid anyway. There were dozens of people in this place, why didn't Aizen just kill them all? Or better yet, let Grimmjow kill them all.

Damn, he wanted another bird to slaughter.

Casting an unimpressed gaze over the people coming in, Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at one who seemed to be eating something. It was strange that the human began to eat first, of all the things. As an arrancar, Grimmjow didn't require food and sometimes forgot that humans needed it to eat. They really were pathetic things.

Bending down to pick up a pebble, Grimmjow walked closer to the feeding human. He threw the pebble at the human's head with prefect accuracy, watching with sick satisfaction as it knocked the blond upside the head.

"Hey you, are you interesting?"

[OOC: Hope you don't mind Grimmjow hopping in and being... violent. 8D;;]

"That so?" Grimmjow drawled, a mixture of a bored yet smug expression on his face.

What could he say? One of his favourite past times was irritating others. While he wouldn't even make a step toward Ulquiorra's direction (not that he knew where the other arrancar was) without his zanpakuto, he had no problem with ruffling the feathers of any humans that crossed his path. One could say that he was immature like that but Grimmjow would just rip that person to pieces before the final word left their mouth.

Tilting his head to the side and blinking in boredom when the human responded to his pebble by being upset, Grimmjow shrugged. He had found someone interesting. Now he could investigate him and then be on his way to kill some more birds. (Grimmjow had to say his choice of hobbies was really deteriorating.)

"What's your name, age, and where're you from, human," he sneered, before attempting to grin nicely which only proved to maniacal. No one could say that he hadn't tried to be nice.

"Age and where're you from," Grimmjow repeated, fake smile dropping down to a somewhat blank look.

He didn't like it when beings weaker than him didn't do what he asked. In fact, he barely liked it when people stronger than him didn't listen to him. However, an interesting person was an interesting person and an assignment was an assignment and Aizen had not said anything about killing anyone. Of course, he hadn't said anything about not killing anyone...

"I'll you my name if I decide to kill you," la sexta continued, "which I'll do if you don't answer my questions."

Shifting his weight, Grimmjow eyed the suspicious movement of Mello's hand under his coat. It seemed the blond boy had a weapon, and while the espada was curious as to what it was, he didn't feel that an investigation was worth fighting for. If he hadn't been so tired of this assignment already he probably would have been a lot more patient (probably a lie) and maybe even left the annoying ones on their own.

Frowning at the lack of cooperation Mello was showing, Grimmjow flashed so that he was behind the blond. With one arm around the boy's neck and the other around his body, fastening his arms where they were. He really didn't feel that it was worth so much effort to get some answers.

"Because I'm fucking investigating you. Can't you tell?" he growled. "Now, age and your previous location."

Blinking and raising his eyebrows, Grimmjow let go and flashed back to his previous position. Leer back on his face, the arrancar digested the information. This human had died and come here apparently. While Grimmjow didn't frequent the Soul Society, he knew this was certainly not the place. Otherwise it would have been littered with shinigami.

"So, you're dead," he repeated. "And you're not a shinigami or hollow or a ghost apparently."

Grimmjow snorted. It was offending to even be compared to a shinigami. He was much more powerful than those weaklings. However, it was surprising that this human had met one. He didn't know about the policies of the Soul Society but chatting with humans was most definitely not one of them. Though, ever since Aizen had ordered them to attack the town that substitute lived in, Grimmjow had been encountering more humans than he would have liked to. They were useless save for their souls as far as he was concerned.

"No," Grimmjow replied curtly. Staying silent for a moment, the teal-haired man wondered what to ask next. "You've seen shinigami before? When? Why?" He paused raising an eyebrow, noting the scar on the blond's face. "And what did he look like?"

A human taking something from a shinigami?

The teal-haired arrancar raised a subtle eyebrow. He knew they were stupid but he had not known that they were complete idiots. Then again, judging by Mello's description of the shinigami it sounded more like a hollow. Obviously he had encountered a different type of shinigami. This brought up questions of alternate dimensions. Grimmjow wondered if they were to leave this place, would they get back to where they had left? It seemed like an interesting question.

"I'm an arrancar," Grimmjow announced after a few moments of silence, "I'm dead so chances are, you can't fuck my shit up. If you see one like me with a hole through his throat and lines going down his cheeks. Feel free to try and kill him, though."

"You're not dead," Grimmjow stated simply, casting a bored glance over the human. His heart was beating and the arrancar could tell that Mello was a body holding a soul. The other was a fully functional human as for as Grimmjow was concerned.

Raising an eyebrow at Mello's second question, Grimmjow pondered how to answer. He wasn't quite sure how to go about explaining what an arrancar was. Then again, he thought, he didn't really have to answer any of the smaller boy's questions. It wasn't as if the human could do anything to threaten him, while he was interested in the shinigami from the other world.

"I'm an arrancar," he said, arrogant smile on his face.

"All Hope Abandon...?"

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