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[pantherking]

Who: Grimmjow and Open
When: Day 65
Where: In and around Bell Pointe
What: Grimmjow’s doing what Grimmjow does best: wreck shit. In this case, he’s being mostly productive and killing monsters. Some property damage may, unfortunately, result.
Rating: R for language and violence

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[bratofthepack]

The smell of blood had been what attracted him outside in the first place. He had been smelling for the last couple of days, but it was scents he didn't recognize. Human blood mostly, something resembling animals here and there, and then whatever those things were out in the fog. He wasn't sure what everyone was seeing or fighting, but when he wandered out there, all he saw were masses of shadow. He couldn't even get a scent off of them.

Somehow others had been killing the things, though. Maybe there were different monsters in different parts of the town. Either way, he probably would've stayed inside had a more familiar scent caught his nose.

That Grimmjow person. The one who's smell was just the same as a battlefield's. With his leg feeling better, he had been able to track him down at a faster pace. Not as fast as he'd like, of course, but fast enough to catch sight of the fresh kill Grimmjow had left behind before finding him further down the street.

[pantherking]

Even splattered with blood, his own and the creatures he'd killed, Grimmjow smelled Tsume before he saw him, the scent of wolf traveling through the fog faster than sight or sound. He wasn't very good at remembering names, but he only ever had to smell something once to imprint it in his memory, and this particular smell prompted memories of the big human building filled with stupid, incomprehensible human crap. That he had been there once in the months since his arrival in the town and had encountered no one but Tsume when he had finally broken down and gone inside no doubt made the recollection easier.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Grimmjow stopped to wait for him. When a low shadow darkened the fog, he took a precautionary sniff, scented wolf, and relaxed.

"Hey! Wolf! I'm over here."

[bratofthepack]

Tsume trotted over the rest of the way, his leg cramping on him from the initial run. He had been too excited to finally feel some wind against his face to really consider how far he could go without injuring himself. If he noticed that Grimmjow had called him wolf because he couldn't remember said wolf's name, well, he really didn't give a shit.

At least Grimmjow hadn't called him dog, otherwise they would have to exchange Words.

"You hunting? It looks like it's been pretty successful."

[pantherking]

Grimmjow watched him approach, eyes on Tsume and ears on the fog, listening for anything that might have an interest in creeping up behind them. So far, he heard nothing but the soft pad of paws on asphalt. Not that he was worried about it. Hell no. Whatever the fog threw at him, he was sure he could take it. He just didn't want to caught unaware.

"Fog's full of these things," he didn't know what else to call them. Monsters had connotations of fear and horror attached to it that Grimmjow just didn't feel. "Humans don't bitch if I kill them, so Aizen doesn't get on my case."

He shrugged, grinning a fangy smile. "It's something to do. You hunting too?"

Seperate or together? y/n

[lilbloodeyes]

Miata was content, in her own way. It was foggy outside. There were things here that wanted to kill. They wanted to eat her, by the way they attacked. They wanted her guts, like the yoma did. But they didn't. She killed them instead, these creatures. Some looked like yoma; others, awakened. Some were creatures vaguely human. But they died by her sword. It was more of an effort then usual but...they died. Sometimes, she even took a bite of their flesh, from being hungry. Most of them tasted vile, bitter to the tongue, but she did it anyway. It filled her up

They can have their own thread!

[pantherking]

He heard her coming before he saw her, familiar scent alerting him to the presence of an ally. Or someone enough like an ally that he didn't tense in preparation of battle. Turning in the direction of the footsteps, Grimmjow waited, one hand on his hip, the other hanging idly by his side.

When the fog pulled back and revealed Miata, settling her sword and looking as if she had just come from a fight herself, Grimmjow tipped up his chin and smirked. Looked like he wasn't the only one out having fun today. And of course it was fun. He couldn't imagine any other emotion someone could get except enjoyment from killing these things.

"Hey." The smirk got wider, turned into a grin. "You out looking for shit to kill too?"

Perfect~

[lilbloodeyes]

She grunted, and nodded. Though her clothes were not in tatters-somehow-they were liberally sprayed with blood. Miata wasn't smiling a beserkers grin, but she was content. Like another person would be after consuming a delicious meal.

"Yes." Simple, direct. That was how she liked to communicate. Her silver eyes were looking for something new to kill already. Impatience, or paranoia? It was hard to say. Likely a mix.
"We promised to run together. But this...better.Useful."
Seemed he wasn't the only one bored of sitting inside a house with nothing to do. Or in Grimmjow's case, sleeping wherever he wanted.

[pantherking]

"You wanna run, we can run."

Sure, the fog made it hard to see, but Grimmjow didn't rely only on his sight, and when one sense was dulled, the others grew sharper. That the creatures in the fog weren't trying to be stealthy just made picking them out easier.

"We can kill shit too. There ain't nothing saying we can't." He nodded toward her sword, ignoring what the blood splattered over her clothes had already told him. "You still gotta show me you know how to use that."

[nameless_hollow]

Killing for fun sure was hard work. After pushing himself way too hard and forced to take a break for a few days the hollow was back out... and taking another break. For some reason he didn't feel as strong as he did a few days ago despite the rest period and as much as he wanted to go all out again he didn't trust the odd restrictions on his powers.

In the meantime he was sitting on the roof of a house, his reiatsu remaining low half-voluntarily, and looked for any humans that were stupid enough to walk outside and get themselves caught. He wanted entertainment, damnit.

[pantherking]

It was the faint hint of reiatsu that caught Grimmjow's attention, diverted his eyes away from the fog and what might be within it and focused it on the familiar electric tingle of power. Kurosaki. But not Kurosaki, he realized a second later, weight poised on the balls of his feet, ready to slip into sonido. The hollow that was and wasn't Kurosaki.

He only hesitated a moment, torn in two different directions, before he shrugged and took off in the hollow's direction. Weird conversations aside, they'd gotten along, sort of, the last time the hollow had been there, and Grimmjow was honest enough to admit that he liked the pale not-Kurosaki better than the human one. Hollow-Kurosaki was fun. Human-Kurosaki was just a whiny bitch.

"Yo." That was all the greeting the hollow was getting as Grimmjow dropped out of sonido, and the sky, at his side. One black-booted foot tapped against a shingle. "This your house?"

[nameless_hollow]

He looked over at the Espada when he appeared and scowled a bit. That wasn't what he was looking for. The hollow turned his attention back to the rolling fog on the street.

"No. Why the fuck would ya think that?"

It was but he wouldn't admit that. He didn't want anyone, whether they could sense his reiatsu or not, to know where he lived and which house he lived in. It was his territory; no one else's.

[pantherking]

"You're sitting on it?" Seemed logical enough to Grimmjow, but he didn't care enough to press the issue.

He'd had a house once. Even lived in it too, and played at the kind of lifestyle he thought humans had. Sit around on the couch, sit on the roof, listen to the phone talk at him. He hadn't gotten the hang of the TV or the appliances, of course, but he'd figured out his way around the phone. And then he'd burned the house down.

Easy come. Easy go.

"What're you doing, anyway?"