Hey. Lawyer. [ A little pause, the Hollow on the screen spending a few seconds thinking something over. ] Edgeworth.

[ Because the following deserves to have a name attached to it. He can’t even start saying the word without grinning in a particularly satisfied, approving way. He’s back in his own apartment again, this time surrounded by ( Read more... )

[ For once, Grimmjow's transmission is audio only. And for once, it's actually serious, his tone low and focused. ]

Re-l, lawyer. That bitch you're looking for, the one with the aging powers, she just showed up at my place.

She's hiding out somewhere in here. Soon as I find her you can come by and get her.

[ The feed ends and then - nothing ( Read more... )

You know what I don't get?

[ Yes, it's the middle of the night. No, Grimmjow doesn't give a shit. ] I don't get what the big love affair is with fucking tights.

[ Broadcasting from his shitty apartment; the bedroom, to be exact. He's done some decorating since he moved in. There are less vermin this time around, but he probably has the dragon ( Read more... )

[ "We're gonna have to ask you what you're doing out here so late, son."

Grimmjow's lip curls visibly at being called son. It's not entirely without reason, the obviously near retirement senior office of the pair could very well be his father, were Grimmjow himself something as ordinary as a human. The senior officer, with his slight paunch and ( Read more... )

[ Long time no see, Siren's Port. Grimmjow's been busy for the last month, if you call putting together starting funds for himself via various slightly shady ways. Beat the shit out of people in a ring for money has to be vaguely legal, right? Forgive him if he hasn't bothered to check on account of not giving too much of a shit about it ( Read more... )

[ As with most of these kinds of transmissions, it starts up mid-sentence. The voice is female, a little confused, and a little frightened. There's a brief view of her sweet, round face, and pastel-colored hospital scrubs.

"--sir, is this...?" ] Turn it off! Give it back!

[ The woman gives a little shriek and Grimmjow's clawing fingers come ( Read more... )

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Hey, girl.

[ Grimmjow, showing his face again after weeks of keeping to himself. In a change against the norm, he's not wearing his Espada uniform, choosing instead an entirely civilian pair of jeans and a military jacket. With the police focused elsewhere, he can go around without a hat or anything over his face; and this late at night, there's ( Read more... )

[ Laughing.

There's someone laughing. A nice, long, satisfying laugh.

Out in the city, anyone with the ability to sense reiatsu - or even just power in general - will feel a flare of immense pressure that builds higher and higher, white hot in the distance. The unsuspecting souls living in or near Sector 7 will spot, when they look out their ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )