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[eyesmiles]

I have been returned my emotions. And I am upset.

[There's only audio at first: the sound of smashing glass, something crunching under heavy boots. Something nearby (or several somethings?) hiss angrily.]

I have - old memories, also. I remember. In tiny fragments, I remember. Those have also been returned. [the voice changes suddenly, going

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[grimmjerk]

[ ...ahahah.

Aaaahahahaha oh hell yes, Grimmjow had suspected but it's nice to get some fucking confirmation. The Corinthian was always so laid back, as if nothing in the world could move him, but he'd always had a hunch--

He'd be lying if he said the sight doesn't get his blood a little hotter than it was a second ago. ]

That's what it was? Your fuckin' heart?

[eyesmiles]

Yes. [it's good to hear Grimmjow's voice. His favorite ghost will surely be up for a spot of violence, and it's the nightmare needs that about now.]

Where are you?

[grimmjerk]

That's hilarious. Why'd you even take it back? [ Leering on the other end of the line. ] The castle.

[eyesmiles]

I am not complete without it. I will not be a half-formed failure.

I'm going.

[grimmjerk]

You'd be surprised what you can pull off while half-formed.

I'll be out front. [ And the feed cuts, a still-smiling Espada heading for the lawn. ]

[eyesmiles]

[and he'll be heading over, determined to cross whatever threshold might stand against him. He won't be deterred this time.]

[grimmjerk]

[ Being considerate (hah, not really, he just doesn't want any of the bastards, or Nel, to interrupt him) he'll move past the barrier, out to where the trees thin and the city, lit and dingy, comes into view. ]

[eyesmiles]

Grimmjow. [he walks closer. Even at this distance he can feel Aizen's reiatsu at the edge of his senses, an opporessive pressure warning him to keep away.

An annoyance.] You've been quiet of late.

[grimmjerk]

Nothing worth doing.

[ Grimmjow's reiatsu is nowhere near as massive as Aizen's, but it's sharper. It rolls off him in jagged, excited waves as he closes the distance from the other side, because he knows the Corinthian didn't come out all this way just to chat. ]

[eyesmiles]

[he likes the feel of that. He likes it a lot. Like the air is thrumming with electricity. It alights on his skin and his tongue, when he speaks.]

Have you ever fought someone using only the power of your body?

[grimmjerk]

Not for a while. [ He has to think about it, calling up hazy memories, if there are any to call up at all. ] Not for a hundred years, maybe.

[ But he likes the idea. Oh, does he like it. His smile turns knife-sharp, the split second tensing of his arms and shoulders the only warning sign that he's about to move.

He stays on the ground when he does, dashing across the ground and lashing out with a fist, nothing extra behind it except for his own muscles. ]

[eyesmiles]

Then you will enjoy this.

[the Corinthian's stance drops the moment Grimmjow comes at him. He takes the hit, grunting and grinning because even the pain is good, gives him focus when he reaches to wrestle with the Arrancar and try to shove his knee into the other man's gut]

[grimmjerk]

[ He's gonna make sure you put your money where your mouth is, nightmare.

He can feel it, that knee that hits right above the belt. And that's proof enough that the Corinthian has strength in him, though how much and what kind remain a mystery that you can fucking bet he's looking forward to solving.

He drops back a step, crouches, and lashes out with the heel of his boot, aiming high. ]

[eyesmiles]

[he blocks that one with his forearm, crashing down with the other in a forward leap. Grimmjow's quicker than he is, and perhaps that may tip the scales in this fight.

But they are clearly matched for passion.]

[grimmjerk]

[ His balances tips too far toward the back and there's a brief moment of grappling on the way to the floor, until the Hollow disengages just before they hit to attempt to roll away.

Exhilaration is clear on his face when he does so and matches his wide grin when he lashes out with his elbow mid-maneuver to try to cut off any attempts to stop him. ]