We're goin' out tonight! To Kick down every light! [Closed | Incomplete ]

[silent_pantera]

WHO: Grimmjow Jeaguerjaquez, Ggio Vega, Kurosaki Ichigo, Shirosaki Hichigo
WHEN: July 17th, morning
WHERE: RUMBLE IN THE BRONX on the street
WARNINGS: UH. Language & violence? Just to cover the bases.
SUMMARY: New arrancar means Grimmjow is rolling out the welcome-smack down
FORMAT: Whatever we like~!

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[ridethetiger]

Ggio wasn't running. He just wasn't going to simply obey Grimmjow's command to stay put. That was what the young fraccion told himself as he restlessly went from resting on a rooftop, to prowling the busy streets. The citizens all around and actively staying out of his way after his earlier display of violence wouldn't be spared from the Sexta's wrath if they happened to be caught in the crossfire, he knew; he just wasn't going to wait around like a sitting duck

[silent_pantera]

Given the time it took to get from his MAC apartment, to Ggio's location, Grimmjow had actually figured that much out for himself. Fraccion-level arrancar thrown into a bizarre city, stripped of a lot of power, and stuck in a human body to boot? Kid was probably wigging out big time.

...Not that Grimmjow was all that capable of sympathy, or anything. But he wasn't stupid; just because a predator is weaker than you generally, doesn't mean they aren't still capable of serious damage when they feel they're cornered.
And...well, in an obscure sort of way, Grimmjow felt like the kid would need to be able to hold his own against one of the worst, in order to be able to survive among what was, by and large, a tolerant group of people.
Survival of the fittest was the one law Grimmjow adhered to strictly.

Affecting a bored pose, he props a foot up on the roof's ledge, leering down at Ggio.

"Ya have a little more sense than I first credited ya for, Vega."

[ridethetiger]

Having been looking sidelong at the older arrancar, Ggio turned fully towards him, chin held up defiantly. Really not caring about all the looks they were getting, though it was adding to his agitation.

"I'm flattered, really."

Tigre Estoque was sheathed at the small of his back, but he made no move towards his zanpakuto yet. Instead, his hands clench into fists, but for all that he appears stubborn, his reiatsu gives him away; quivering, and snapping at intervals.

"Well? Are you gonna keep yapping, or try to make a meal out of me? I don't go down easy, just to let you know."

[silent_pantera]

Rolling his eyes, here.

"Ya that desperate ta get killed?"

And using a couple steps of Sonido to get down to street level. Close up, Grimmjow is much more of a presence; reiatsu as harsh, and raw as the serrated teeth along his mask.

"...Cuz I think you're more nervous than you're tryin' ta let on."

Even though it kind of hurt, bandaged hands get tucked into the slits of his hakama, like pockets, head canting to the side to study the little arrancar.

"But this ain't Hueco Mundo, and you ain't gonna win a fight with me. So, I'll ask ya again; ya wanna die that quick? If ya do, all that happens is ya come back even more human than ya are, now."

Giving Ggio a chance isn't generosity. Not in the least. It's a ploy, both to see if Vega would get smart, and follow the stronger predator, or just be dumb enough, and suicidal enough to give up.
Either way, Grimmjow had no plans to eat the boy. What use was eating weak souls, after all?