Wherever you are, whenever it's right, I'll come out of nowhere and you'll meet my knife.
Who: The Teacher (painhumbles ) and the Student (grimmjerk )
When: Sometime this weekend.
Where: Sector 9, near Casa del Gabriel.
Summary: Grimmjow's no longer a poodle. Unfortunately, there was no "don't beat the shit out of the guy teaching you a lesson" clause in this particular lesson.
Warnings: VIOLENCE. LANGUAGE. HIDE YO KIDS.
[This was the life. Several months of just sitting on his ass, breezing by, and suddenly he was back in the game- his game, not the apocalypse game, which was irrelevant to Siren's Port, and damned if he wasn't glad of that. Sure, things might be going a little south back home, but he was supposed to be dead. Sam and Dean had his final message and while he wasn't betting on them, they could at least stop sticking their thumbs up their asses.
And thus far no one suspected a thing- well, a few suspected, but no one he was really worried about. He hadn't killed anyone yet and he didn't plan on it.
He was wandering the dismal streets of Sector Nine when retaliation decided to catch up to him- not that he was aware. Quasi-omniscient or not, Gabriel never expected anyone to come after him until they were breathing down his neck. Archangel arrogance and all that. No, when revenge best served lukewarm caught up to him, he was just minding his own business and looking for a slum lord to torment.]
When: Sometime this weekend.
Where: Sector 9, near Casa del Gabriel.
Summary: Grimmjow's no longer a poodle. Unfortunately, there was no "don't beat the shit out of the guy teaching you a lesson" clause in this particular lesson.
Warnings: VIOLENCE. LANGUAGE. HIDE YO KIDS.
[This was the life. Several months of just sitting on his ass, breezing by, and suddenly he was back in the game- his game, not the apocalypse game, which was irrelevant to Siren's Port, and damned if he wasn't glad of that. Sure, things might be going a little south back home, but he was supposed to be dead. Sam and Dean had his final message and while he wasn't betting on them, they could at least stop sticking their thumbs up their asses.
And thus far no one suspected a thing- well, a few suspected, but no one he was really worried about. He hadn't killed anyone yet and he didn't plan on it.
He was wandering the dismal streets of Sector Nine when retaliation decided to catch up to him- not that he was aware. Quasi-omniscient or not, Gabriel never expected anyone to come after him until they were breathing down his neck. Archangel arrogance and all that. No, when revenge best served lukewarm caught up to him, he was just minding his own business and looking for a slum lord to torment.]