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[grimmjerk]

[ Static.

A long, electronic whine.

The neutral tone of a lost signal and then, finally, a proper transmission: the wind, the rain, and someone's harsh, labored breathing. It continues, heavy and erratic, for almost ten minutes, interrupted now and then by a wet cough.

Eventually, in a familiar voice distorted by pain and exhaustion: ] Fuck...

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[deathknellgrell]

[ Just... stares at the feed ]

G-grimmjow?

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[deathknellgrell]

GRIMMJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!

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[grimmjerk]

[ About four and a half hours later

you get this face, Grell. There are a lot of bandages added, but definitely this face. ] Couldn't make that any louder, could you?

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[deathknellgrell]

[ This probably won't sound like anything more than ECSTATIC SCREECHING, but if Grimmjow listens hard, he might be able to make out a word or two: ]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! GRIMMJOW! YOU'RE ALIVE! YOU'RE ALIVE! I thought you were dead, everyone said you were dead, but you're too strong, too beautiful to die, all that lovely blue hair and those blue eyes and that GORGEOUS green eyeshadow - though you say it's not eyeshadow, but a girl knows these things! Where've you been, what HAPPENED to you? I've been beside myself all this time, first William, then you and Miles! And then Miles came back - though he said he'd never left, but perhaps he did die and come back! And I'm not sure why I was happy about that because he's a bit irritating... Er, anyway!

Oh my daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarling!

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[bitchin_beanie]

Dude. I seen dead skunks caught under my fucking muffler looking better'n you.

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[grimmjerk]

[ You get a response a little sooner than Grell, on account of being more irritating. ]

I don't remember asking for a cockbite's opinion.

[bitchin_beanie]

Shit, you didn't order a cockbite opinion, medium rare? Well, fuck. I can't take this shit back, the goddamn kitchen's closed already.

[grimmjerk]

[ ...hah. ]

Tell the chef to get off his lazy ass before I stuff his opinion back down his bitch throat.

voice;

[proxysearch]

[Re-l takes a while to debate whether she even wants to make herself known. Maybe he doesn't remember her or Edgeworth. Maybe he's still hurt because of her. She doesn't know. In either case, she decides to speak up eventually, tone neutral.]

Welcome back.

voice;

[grimmjerk]

[ You get a long silence, Re-l. Longer than the others. It has to be close to six hours between her first contact and his response. ]

Like you really mean that.

voice;

[proxysearch]

[She's in her office still when he finally returns the call. She raises a brow.]

Does it matter if I do or not?

voice;

[grimmjerk]

No.

[ Flatly, equal parts irritated and tired: ] What do you want?

[reaction]

[sequincy]

[He's back. ...Of course he's back. He'd known this could happen, and he's been prepared for the eventuality.]

[But he's surprised to see Grimmjow return looking like he's close to death. ...And he doesn't miss noticing the arm the Arrancar uses. He has two again.]

[one of the Espada will take action to bring Grimmjow to Nueva Las Noches. So the question becomes - to respond or not?]

[audio]

[sequincy]

[well, here's the answer.]

Two arms. How long did you return for?

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[grimmjerk]

[ Oh.

It's you. It's kind of a hassle to remember you, most especially because back where they belong, he never did run into the Quincy. ] Why should I even tell you?

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[sequincy]

You don't have to. I could figure it out on my own.

[mentis_reae]

[Terror rises up to choke Edgeworth as he just - stares. He feels his head swimming, remembering keenly the fear and misery of that night, that murder -

It takes him a long time before he can even think again, and in the end he says nothing.]