[complete] there's nothing to see here people keep moving on
Who: Grimmjow, Brother (later mebbe?), and a brave pony saving knight/ess (Yue)?
When: shortly after this
Where: by the forest
Rating: PG-13/R for the easily offended
Warnings: Grimmjow's mouth, bloodshed, Yue-abuse, pony-abuse
Summary: Revenge, and using the weak for what they're truly worth. Grimmjow's having a good day. Brother's still a girl horse, and not so much. Yue gets mixed up and is a good guy to the wrong jackass.
Despite being a dog-sized pony, Grimmjow was still a Wonderwice-sized arrancar, so Brother/girl horse's ass still registered as fat as he lugged her away from Lucifer's pub, tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Fat, blue, squirming and somewhat dazed potatoes, but nonetheless dead weight that had no immediate purpose. He hauled her/him/it/whatever more towards where he would expect nasty things to roam, humming jovially, sword tucked under the arm that the horse was tossed over.
Grimmjow, as part of his personal creed, would not fight weak opponents. There was no point to having a match with someone who wasn't at their best. However, just because he wouldn't fight somebody at less than their best (or at a level of power that was even worth considering) didn't mean that he would not use the weak for his own means. The pony had kicked him in the head when it had passed out before, so it would pay for Grimmjow's annoyance by becoming part of his brand new experiment with moving in Wonderwice's body without endangering the runt's form too much.
Apparently, the man in the pony's form had little regard for whomever's body he was stealing, so that in turn helped Grimmjow care just that less (not that he needed a reason not to give a damn) as he dumped Brother near a particularly thin tree. He took the rope used to tie Brother's mouth shut and turned it into a leash, tying him to the tree making sure he wasn't going to be able to go much of anywhere before cutting the rope binding the pony's back legs, letting him stagger around like good prey should before he faded back into brush to wait, the pony squealing something like 'Ramb! Hud caqo!' as he struggled to free himself, not quite able to chew on his makeshift binds.
Grimmjow waited, sword drawn, testing Wonderwice's muscles curiously and wondering how much harder it would be to fight in his brother's body, smirking patiently as the pony continued to make noise and thrash like good bait should.
When: shortly after this
Where: by the forest
Rating: PG-13/R for the easily offended
Warnings: Grimmjow's mouth, bloodshed, Yue-abuse, pony-abuse
Summary: Revenge, and using the weak for what they're truly worth. Grimmjow's having a good day. Brother's still a girl horse, and not so much. Yue gets mixed up and is a good guy to the wrong jackass.
Despite being a dog-sized pony, Grimmjow was still a Wonderwice-sized arrancar, so Brother/girl horse's ass still registered as fat as he lugged her away from Lucifer's pub, tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Fat, blue, squirming and somewhat dazed potatoes, but nonetheless dead weight that had no immediate purpose. He hauled her/him/it/whatever more towards where he would expect nasty things to roam, humming jovially, sword tucked under the arm that the horse was tossed over.
Grimmjow, as part of his personal creed, would not fight weak opponents. There was no point to having a match with someone who wasn't at their best. However, just because he wouldn't fight somebody at less than their best (or at a level of power that was even worth considering) didn't mean that he would not use the weak for his own means. The pony had kicked him in the head when it had passed out before, so it would pay for Grimmjow's annoyance by becoming part of his brand new experiment with moving in Wonderwice's body without endangering the runt's form too much.
Apparently, the man in the pony's form had little regard for whomever's body he was stealing, so that in turn helped Grimmjow care just that less (not that he needed a reason not to give a damn) as he dumped Brother near a particularly thin tree. He took the rope used to tie Brother's mouth shut and turned it into a leash, tying him to the tree making sure he wasn't going to be able to go much of anywhere before cutting the rope binding the pony's back legs, letting him stagger around like good prey should before he faded back into brush to wait, the pony squealing something like 'Ramb! Hud caqo!' as he struggled to free himself, not quite able to chew on his makeshift binds.
Grimmjow waited, sword drawn, testing Wonderwice's muscles curiously and wondering how much harder it would be to fight in his brother's body, smirking patiently as the pony continued to make noise and thrash like good bait should.