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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.

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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."

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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."

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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?"

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Aizen? His pack leader maybe? Tsume didn't take Grimmjow as one who'd follow those kinds of things, but to each their own, he guessed. Despite the real danger lurking out in the murky weather of the town, he didn't feel to cautious. He had been cautious for days now; it was time for some action.

"Yeah, I could use some excitement. The boredom is killing me."

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Bringing up Aizen was always a gamble. Sure, he'd been all right lately, for a bastard shinigami anyway. But he was still a shinigami. Still a bastard, too. And the thrill of killing brought Grimmjow down on the belligerent side of the "Fuck Authority" spectrum. At least where wreaking havoc on the town was considered. He wasn't killing people, which ought to make the asshole happy. That was all he was getting out of him.

"Killing shit excitement?" Grimmjow asked, cocking his head to listen for something suitably squishy enough to kill. "Or wrecking shit excitement?"

Except, if he thought about it, both was better than picking one or the other.

"You wanna wreck some shit by killing a few of these bastards?"

With Grimmjow, less was never more.

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If Tsume could have smiled, he would've at that moment. Not only because Grimmjow had asked him a stupid question about choosing either or (and as far as the wolf knew, killing and wrecking things usually went hand in hand), but because it would be the first bout of excitement he would have since he got here. Being chased by monsters wanting to kill him didn't count.

There was enough of that in his last home.

"Do you really even need to ask? Let's go find something to tear to pieces." Tsume bolted past Grimmjow, running as fast as his gimp leg would allow.

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Grinning at the wolf's enthusiasm, Grimmjow took off after him. It'd been a long time since he'd hunted with someone else, not since those early days spent traveling the sands of Hueco Mundo with Shawlong and the others, but he hadn't forgotten how it worked. Sonido would have taken him too far away from Tsume too fast, so he settled into a long, loping run that would've been easier had he four legs instead of two.

"Biggest thing we can find?"

Sure, a wolf was pretty small, but Grimmjow was too, and he was still powerful enough to take down a much larger opponent. It never occurred to him to think any differently of Tsume.

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"Biggest and meanest." Tsume was very much not cautious at all when it came to the size of a creature. He had taken on things four times his size and come out the victor. He had seen others take on things larger than them, too. The best example that came to mind was the kid and his walrus kill.

Best not think about him too much.

Either way, it felt good to run with another animal. It wasn't the same as with the others, but Grimmjow was okay. The excitement only heightened every sense, and it made him feel like brand-new. Like he could take on everything in the world.

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It wasn't the world they found waiting for them around the next corner as the fog parted, but a large, multi-legged creature for which Grimmjow had no name. It smelled like fetid mud and rancid, decaying leaves. And when it saw them, it opened its sharp-toothed maw and shrieked a high-pitched noise that set the Espada's teeth on edge.

"Think that's gonna do nicely," he growled, breaking from the wolf's side to charge at the thing.

Dodging a flailing tail and huge-ass feet, Grimmjow launched himself at the monster's back, fingers curled into claws. He'd try the bare-handed way first. If that didn't work, he'd break out the sword.