Comments | purgatorium_log: [incomplete] now with more 20% more jaw action

ihasanarm in purgatorium_log

[incomplete] now with more 20% more jaw action

Jan 09, 2008 22:06

Who: Grimmjow, Lucyifer
When: After initial contact via journals
Where: Lucifer's restaurant
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Grimmjow's mouth, and perhaps etc?
Summary: He's not a dog, but whistle and he comes. Grimmjow goes to meet his new employer and stay somewhere that has a possibility of heat.

( as the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown/all the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves/all searching for the answers they don't even care to know/give it to me/give it to me/you like it? )

bleach: grimmjow, the sandman: lucifer, !incomplete

Comments 12

freedomtoleave January 10 2008, 03:46:20 UTC

When the situation warranted, Lucifer could be extraordinarily patient. It was a trait that served him well in the years following the rebellion, allowing him to find some measure of peace as he worked to further his own designs. So it was then in Yahweh's universe, and so it was here in Purgatorium, where, ever so carefully, he was sowing the seeds of rebellion once more ( ... )

ihasanarm January 10 2008, 04:03:28 UTC

Patience was a worthless quality as far as Grimmjow cared; he much preferred to act now and pay later (one of his bigger flaws, in all honesty). The restaurant didn't seem too bad, though Grimmjow could see himself becoming very bored in quite a short amount of time. He clicked his tongue, giving a 'tch', before he was approached, watching the man who came toward him carefully ( ... )

freedomtoleave January 11 2008, 01:15:22 UTC

Lucifer smiled in amusement, razor-sharp and self-mocking. "No, not white. My tastes run more in the vein of black and red. Come, sit down."

Lucifer led the way back to the table where he had been sitting, gestured to a chair, and poured Grimmjow a glass of wine. "It isn't as good as what I had in Los Angeles, but it is the best I've been able to find here."

Resuming his seat, Lucifer looked expectantly at his guest. "What can I do for you, Grimmjow? What would make your stay here in this city more pleasant? What is it that would make you thrive?"

ihasanarm January 11 2008, 01:36:42 UTC

"Fina-fuckin-ly, somebody who likes color." Grimmjow sauntered after the other man, smirking a bit. "I'm thinkin' I like yer taste. It's monochrome where I come from. Fuckin' hate it ( ... )

freedomtoleave January 11 2008, 02:17:47 UTC

"White has always been my family's color," Lucifer murmured with a chuckle. "You could say I'm something of the black sheep."

Lucifer brought his glass to his lips and took a small drink, giving himself a moment to consider his options. "The more popular alcohol is behind the bar," Lucifer offered, reaching a decision. "And the more obscure bottles are in the cellar. You may help yourself to whichever collection you desire, as often as you'd like. The same holds true for the kitchen." It might take a little extra effort to keep the supplies stocked, but then Lucifer could always hire someone to replenish them.

"The room is yours. Mister Todd has his shop and his quarters on the second floor, but you are welcome to any of the other rooms. As for the clothes and sharp objects, I believe I can provide those in copious amounts."

ihasanarm January 11 2008, 02:24:44 UTC

"White's the preferred color of my..." He trailed off, contemplating, before managing to sort of spit the word out, barely containing a grimace. "God. Master. Whatever th'fuck he styles himself as ( ... )

freedomtoleave January 11 2008, 03:13:52 UTC

Lucifer's lips thinned back into something vaguely reminiscent of a snarl. "It always is, isn't it? It sounds as if my father and your master would get along rather nicely. They could sit around dictating the actions of those they believe to be inferior to themselves and then work out what punishments to mete out to those that fail to fall in line ( ... )

ihasanarm January 11 2008, 03:22:02 UTC

Grimmjow laughed, leaning forward as if he were sharing something confidential with Lucifer, elbows on the table. "Nah. My master wants t'be the only one sittin' high. As fer punishments...tch, don't I know it. He let one of his underlings cut off my arm." He clenched the fist of the limb in question, stretching it out. "An' then had some woman with the powers t'defy god himself' make it come back s'if it ain't gon' nowhere in th'first place ( ... )

freedomtoleave January 11 2008, 03:54:24 UTC

"They all do. And eventually, they all fall, by their own machinations or by those of others." Lucifer studied Grimmjow's arm. "Your master sounds foolish to do something like that. Either that or he is too used to dealing with idiots. Those sorts of actions rarely ever engender loyalty in those capable of thinking for themselves ( ... )

ihasanarm January 11 2008, 04:13:30 UTC

"The arrancar are 'inferior beings'. There's either loyalty or there's dissension, but ain't nobody gon' go up against him. Y'get discarded that way, an' that shit... well, it fuckin' sucks." Freedom to choose whether or not he would get lumped into the category? Well, wasn't that novel. Grimmjow listened intently, actually shutting his big mouth for once and really taking in what was being said to him, eyes widened just a little bit, sitting forward in his seat only a hair ( ... )