su s e x t a majestad

Got som'thin to say? Well, do you?

All jokes aside - if you'd like to comment on anything: characterization, questions, plot issues, etc... this be the place? No biting whatsoever unless you really want me to.

JULY 27 ETA: CHARACTER REMOVED FROM GAMEPLAY

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...this what snow feels like? What's there to squeal for.

Heh.

Yo, Princess... careful, now. Too much white down there, and your puny human eyes can't see shit. You walk too far away, could be you get help to end up missing.

Poor Kurosaki'd have to get off his ass and do something then, and we wouldn't want that, would we? Bring it.

( private )

[ooc: in which Hueco Mundo's just your average desert, and cats don't much care for snow.]

Tch, this skirt's short... 'n shoes keep falling off.

Yo, Ulquiorra. Yap that piece about love and justice and all that.

Got some evil to bust, and don't gimme the shit about having no moonlight. I'm bored, so we're fighting the good fight now. And when we're done? We're fighting the bad one too.



[ooc: SAILOR GRIMMJOW TO THE RESCUE.]

...those things having it out by the forest... they regulars of this place? Can't say I've felt them before. Shit that big and powerful can't suppress.

( filter :: present arrancar - pesche )

( filter :: captives )



[ooc: all captives should be now safely stored in a warded apartment; Giselle was among them, but she disappeared for her canon update, so Grimmjow assumes a fellow 'car had an early snack. No fair, now.]

( private )

Justice, thought about that kinda thing?

Tell you what: I blink, you mess around a little, then we say it's real. Like hell someone else gonna move a finger for you, or stop smashing you around cause it's just "not right." Gimme a break here - justice - ?

...is all about some corpse sitting the iron throne, putting two and two together til his little head figures it's time to play God. And how the hell do you think you crawl on that bloody cold chair anyway?

Hint: you fight your way to it, every damn inch, til your fists're bleeding, or the other guy's down. You make your own justice, or you spit those fucking teeth out.



[ooc: Intro to Political Science with Grimmjow - a course offered every semester in Hueco Mundo. No pre-reqs needed!]

Yo -

Forte, Fraccion, Privaron.

...Octava.

Grab a fucking pen and start making dinner:



Number 5 gone? About time. We gonna have a long talk about who's in charge here later.



[ooc: just a note that all hollows that do end up being made will probably be consumed on spot / not get to go out to damage anyone. Feel free to sense their energy, I guess?]

…got nothing to eat here.

We gonna starve like this, skin hanging on us like we’re those mangy adjucar who don’t even know they got a name yet. The ones who end up sticking off rocks, lolling their heads all damn day, not taking a step further.

No hollow around… huh…?

I’m seeing bone flashing through this hand, gonna hear it when it breaks through - gonna fucking hear it, then it’s bones everywhere and we’re back to all fours and begging and -

White, isn’t it? Bones, that kinda thing’s white.

Then he pulls that shit about no fear, like he’s the one who goes on nothing.

C’mon, hollow-hollow. No Menos, right? No one asking. Regular hollow gonna do it, just one lick and something for the teeth.

Just a taste.




[ooc: …mood says it all. Um, if everyone wants to be chased around for their soul, all for it?]

( private )

Seems everyone's too smart for their own good today.

So fucking loud... shut it, or back up your barking.


( private :: bitch-sama )

…shut it, City.

Panting, screaming… type, don’t whine. Everyone’s gonna want a piece, if they know you’re half way down, idiots.

Takes less than a shove. Not even a fight.

You got that, losers? You’re going down without a fight.

…heh.

Get to work, woman. Not taking that number til he fucking begs me to.

( filtered :: ze orihime :: got milk )

Quit lickin'bits and gather'round, gather'round, fuckers.

Grimmjow got a story f'you.

So once 'pon a time, there was this daaaaamn fine Princess, and every little loser who thought himself big wanted that piece.

Then a big ass espada dragon with bloody stupid eyes and one helluva 'tude got'er, took her away, and maybe did some questionable shit to her.

Then some fucking fairies and a wise ass prince came in and rescued'er.

...and yenno what?

Our dragon? Ain't ever got that stick outta his ass long enough to go get'er back.

Now kids, tell Grimmjow.

What do we call the idiot who fuckin'lost the Princess?


C'mon, Ulqui, Ulqui, Ulquiorra... bring it.

[ooc: ...lulz at Ulquiorra's failure never tasted better.]

I'mma tear your throat in too thin strings and you can fucking use'em to hang them limbs o'yours that I'mma leave recognizable.

Hell's a matter with you four sick fucks? You see me like'at again, you damn well take me out.

And you pieces o'trash -

Shit. Meet the left fist, name's Love. Guess the name o'the right one. Yeah, I'mma show'em to you bitches - bloody Love'n'Peace. Wanna talk s'more about that shit? C'mere. LET'S.

...and stop flaring, motherfucker.


[ooc: after exposing the tragic tale of his dark youth, pacifist!Grimmjow proceeded to exhibit great humility, charity and smilies until midnight, thus earning his release... in the middle of Xanadu, where he is now stomping on a few flowers.]

Brothers.

Sisters.



Or else...

...I'mma give you a flower.

My brother, you were damn right t'let that spider live.

Its life got meanin'.



[ooc: ...in ur mirror!city, handing out flowers. LOVE AND PEACE, YO.]

Th'hell you all bitchin'bout water for?

YOU TRASH GOT NO FUCKIN'CAVES?!

Even Aizen... sama... knows t'sit in the damn cave when it rains.

Fuckin'whiners. Need shit to do? Come fight it out.



[ooc: cat + water. Discuss.]

...funny thing, this fountain, huh?

You piss'n'it? Turns fucking pink.

Where the hell'em bitches who kicked gone, eh? C'mon. Let's do this.



( private :: YES HE CAN FILTER, ASK SZAYEL :: print )


[ooc: for the record, he did NOT, in fact, do it, but. He'll sure claim he did >D]

...don't any o'you losers fuckin'... think'bout... it.


[ooc: Y HALO THAR kido-ropes pinning a highly beaten Grimmjow to a public square streetlight. Why yes, THAT SIGN is on him. And a... dunch cap? Thank his great ability to mouth off Gin, kids. Feel free to kick, but expect that he'll remember. All comments unsignalled as action spam will be considered replies to the video post gracefully recording his public humiliation ♥]

Fare ye like hell, king : sith thus yer arse thou wilt appear,

Bitchslappin' lives hence, and woein's here.

The batshit City gods to their dear shelter take ye, bitches,

That justly whine'st and hast most rightly yapp'd!

An'yer large speeches may yer overkill approve,

That good effects may spring from words of - fuck I ain't sayin' this shi - love-

Thus Grimmjow, O losers, bids you all adieu;

He gonna shape his old course in a City new.



...doth thou got somethin't'say? M'lady Pantera sayin' thou losest them innards to-night.


[ooc: yes, I AM aware that some of these weren't exactly insults back in the day especially the F word - but yes. His pristine charm had to shine through. ._.v Ladies and gentlemen, Grimmjow as Kent of King Lear fame.]