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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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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."

[lilbloodeyes]

Good thing she didn't just rely on sight either. Otherwise, they would both be in trouble in the fog. But neither of them were being reckless at the moment. The danger would come in later, when they were playing.

"This?" She slid the sword off her back. If she was surprised by his insistence, she didn't show it. It wasn't as if the Organization or her comrades didn't test her all the time.
"Fine. Can do." With that, she started off into the fog. It seemed she was literal minded, at least about the killing matter.

[pantherking]

Uttering a brief bark of laughter, Grimmjow followed after her. He didn't reach for Pantera, didn't move to unsheath it from his hip. As far as he was concerned, it was only when he couldn't take something out with his bare hands that it was worth using the sword.

He wasn't overly cautious about the whole venture, either. He would hear anything that tried sneaking up on them, and even though some of the previous creatures he'd fought had managed to land a few hits, he didn't think they could actually hurt him.

"How long've you been out here?" Asked at a normal conversational volume, Grimmjow didn't try to speak softly. After all, this wasn't a stealth mission. It was a slaughter.

[lilbloodeyes]

She would have been fine with her hands as well. Unlike the others of her kind, if she was without her blade, she was not helpless. It was just another way of getting closer to what she had to kill, and rip them to shreds. It wasn't as easy as usual-she had to use two hands instead of the one. But she could still do it if she had to.

"Few days. Here and there." She shrugged, watching the fog. She didn't lower her piping voice either. They wanted the creatures to come to them, didn't they? Otherwise, what would be the point of being out here? Certainly could not sneak up on anything. Not well, anyhow.
"Go back to the home sometimes. To sleep. Then out again." She shrugged, before finally looking up at his face. It wasn't as if neither of them weren't alert to the noises here.
"Have you slept?" A normal question perhaps, for a normal person. But they weren't exactly normal.

[pantherking]

"Lately?" Silent for a moment as he thought about it, Grimmjow finally shook his head. "No. Haven't felt like it."

Although he hadn't been keeping track, he knew it had been a few days. At least since he'd burned down his house. But that wasn't why. Used to living on the sand, he didn't need to be comfortable to sleep. In fact, if he tried, Grimmjow could sleep standing up. It was just because he hadn't been tired. There was too much to do, too many things to fight and kill to bother with sleep.

He could sleep later. Round this place, he was coming to learn, there was always long stretches of nothing to do.

"Been killing shit. While it's out here, don't wanna waste it."

[lilbloodeyes]

That sounded like her too. She hadn't felt like sleeping for the last few days-though there were times where her eyes felt as if they were burning from fatigue. Sometimes she would rest at the house, but only to check on Galatea, and ensure that she would not worry. The last thing she wanted was a scolding.

"Okay." She was fine with that. If he was doing something useful, like killing monsters, then she wasn't about to protest. She would be the last person to say he had to take a break.
"We'll sleep, together. After."
That would be interesting to see, considering she could only sleep with her back against the wall. But first, there was hunting to do...