Fuck, fuck!
When I find him-!! That sorry son of a bi--[ It's Grimmjow that's cursing, and Grimmjow that cuts himself off, and Grimmjow that growls fiercely...though for anyone that's listened to his vitriol before, the tone of all his snarling is, somehow, a little different. ] I'm gonna break every goddamn bone in his body! I'm gonna tear his arms off and stuff them down his fucking throat!
That piece of shit-!!
[ The video is, bizarrely, filled mostly with blue...fuzz? Fur? The blue is exactly the color of his hair. The view bounces off the fuzz from time to time and if one looks very closely, they might spot what appear to be white paws awkwardly batting and clawing at the NV.
The explanation: Grimmjow usually wears his NV on a tether around his neck. And not too long ago,
this occurred.
For anyone near Club 24, they may spot what appears to be a standard
blue poodle rolling in the dirt, attempting to get the tether off from around his neck and the NV switched off before the whole goddamn network hears him.
But we all know about the best laid plans. ]
((OOC: For action tags! Once Grimmjow realizes the futility of trying to get his NV off, he'll be slowly making his way from Club 24 to Sector 7, to the sanctuary that Nueva Las Noches offers. And yes. He is a poodle. One that can talk.
Feel free to run into him any time during his trek, or contact him over the network! He won't be able to cut you off because he'd need thumbs for that.))