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[grimmjerk]

What...

What the hell is this?

What the hell is this?! Where's my mask--?!

[a long time ago, Grimmjow looked like this.

now he's hunched against one of the walls in his townhouse, his hand pressed to his face - a human face, why does he have a human face?!- his eyes flicking around the room wildly. the bedroom is in worse shambles than it was

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/now with less fail!

[alwaysanarcher]

[Guess what, Grimmjow? He pretty much knocked the comatose Cissie back into action. She slowly stares at her C.A.T., then back at him, and then just kinda laughs.]

Masks don't do people any good in this world.

... And I wouldn't try killing anyone either. Not if you want to deal with the consequences.

/hugs and such!

[grimmjerk]

[immediately swings his head around, trying to find the source of the voice] Who the fuck was that? Where are you?!

[shoves to his feet, wobbling - in his mind, it's been years and years since he walked on two legs] I'm dead without that mask!

[alwaysanarcher]

Do you see the small machine? You can hear me from there.

... How so? [this gives her pause] You some kind of supervillain?

[grimmjerk]

I don't see any-! [but he does after a second, following the side to the CAT on the other side of the room.

drops to his knees, snatching it up to glare at the small picture, questions momentarily forgotten] Who the hell're you?

[likefedex]

Whoever took your mask is probably long gone. That's why they left a note.

You did get a note, right?

[grimmjerk]

[could someone really take it...?]

...what note?

[likefedex]

[Pulling the one he got out of his pocket]

Maybe it was just me, but I found this note in the hood of my shirt after my backpack vanished! There's a picture on it and, well, it looks like this.

[Holding it up now] It looks like a gentleman thief's calling card.

[grimmjerk]

[......

wordlessly starts to shove through the debris in his room, looking for the note.

it may be a while before he finds it]