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≫ 50 years later
“Isn’t it unusual?” he mused to his two associates as they observed from a distance, “A pack of Hollows working together so seamlessly. It’s almost as if they view each other as comrades,” it was far from a typical Hollow behaviour, not unheard of but hardly commonplace either and that piqued his interest. The masks they wore were particularly interesting.
Aizen continued to observe as they cornered a Menos and tackled it together then shared the kill between them like allies. The more he watched, the more nostalgic the masks appeared –– he had seen that vaguely Pharonic mask somewhere before…
Then it came to him: that was Hirako Shinji. A smile spread over his lips, “My my… how the mighty have fallen,” there was a very amusing possibility here that unfolded in his mind as he watched them devour the Menos. Could he have use of these former Shinigami-turned-Hollow? The undeniable answer was ‘probably’.
“I think I might go and inspect them more closely,” he said before disappearing and reappearing a few feet from where they were gathered, “That was most impressive,” he said, directing his words to the Hollow that he now knew to be Shinji, “Have you lot always worked together like that since you were born?”
◈:: The Shinigami’s presence startled them all and automatically put them on edge; something about that white coat told them to be wary, it meant this was a powerful one, but they had strength in numbers so it’d probably be okay.
He paused, however, when the brunette began to talk. It was unusual for a Shinigami to speak first and swing their sword later, “... Why’re you askin’? He shot back in voice that was thick with distortion and rough like a beasts, “Ain’t seen a Shinigami ‘round here that likes talkin’ to our ilk...”
It didn’t make any sense for this lone figure to take an interest if he was intending to chop them to bits but he wouldn’t drop his guard just because the approach was unusual, “... ‘Sides, ain’t like I can really answer that –– don’t have much memory, just woke up with this lot and decided we’d have better luck if we stuck together.”
“... Now it’s yer turn, why’re you talkin’ to a bunch’a Hollows? Hardly seems in keepin’ with what you lot normally do...”
The Broken Visored // @shinkakuka
◈:: All he could see when he opened his eyes was darkness. The sharp pain that ached through skin acted as a visceral reminder that he was still alive, but he knew he was hanging on by a thread. As he roused, he became aware of the conversation happening around him.
Most of the conversation flew over his head but he picked out words that he recognised, and that disturbed him: Hollows, exterminate, tonight. They were talking about him and Hiyori and Rose and Love and Lisa and Kensei and Hachi and Mashiro. The lot of them were going to be discarded like some shameful secret, all because they fell prey to a clever trap.
Despite his best efforts, his voice was nothing but a rusty rasp against his sore vocal cords; revenge for a night spent screaming at the crescent moon. Briefly he recalled Aizen’s face and the gleam of his blade as he readied to deliver the killing blow; the flicker of fear and despair and frustration that washed through him, before Urahara intervened and he passed out.
As the conversation around him progressed, a similar fearfulness took root in his stomach: surely someone would stop this; they couldn’t kill them; they had a score to settle with Aizen and it wasn’t fair, things couldn’t just end like this...
–– but things could, and they were executed that night just as Central 46 had directed.
In the aftermath there was nothing but a feeling of bitter emptiness and a powerful, instinctive desire to live. With a terrible shriek he thrashed and flailed and opened his eyes, a Hollow without a memory or a name but at least he was alive and surrounded by others whom he instinctively considered his pack-mates. Together they would survive.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that everyone deserves the right to free healthcare and @shinkakuka absolutely crushes #✧::uǝzᴉꓯ noʎ ʞɔnꓞ::✧.
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➄:: “C’mere an’ say that to my face, Aizen!”
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➎:: “Hey there top cat, yer lookin’ mighty fine I gotta say~”
He’s missed his boyfriend, a lot.
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➄:: Great. Just when I thought Aizen was dead, he reappears... I need a fuckin’ drink or ten.
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➎:: *Looks at Aizen* . . . . Bitch.
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➎:: Haircuts? Triggered.
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"We meet again, hunter," the vampire God offers a fang-less grin as he stands in shadows that seem to cling to him like a desperate lover.
†:: “I’d say th’ pleasure’s mine an’ all but it really ain’t…” the hunter’s hackles were high as he maintained a healthy distance between him and this monster. He’d already encountered him once before, knew how strong the bastard was.
“Startin’ ta wonder if yer followin’ me… ain’t ya got better things ta do?” trying to fight this guy right now, after having just complete a successful hunt, would be stupid: he needed to be better rested and sharper.
Slowly, discretely, he started to search his pockets for an escape talisman.
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RPC, I know this seems to escape people but…
Respect your rp partners who are fast. Don’t shame them. It’s not a bad thing that they are excited about your reply or have a method. Making them feel guilty is wrong. Don’t fault people who want to reply to you. It doesn’t mean that people who are fast, do not have a life. Some people just are most comfortable being quick and are excited. There is nothing wrong with being fast.
Respect your rp partners who are slow. Some people just have a longer process, ponder things longer, and genuinely are just busier. Some people just prefer to have a longer queue, take longer. It doesn’t mean they’re not excited. There is nothing wrong with being slow.
Basically, respect your RP Partner.
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➎:: “Well damn, looks like ya got even stronger, Grimmy, yer keepin’ up w’ me real nice~” their blades crashed into each other over and over, sparks flying that may have been as much a sentiment as it was a reality.
He’d be lying if he said his inner Hollow hadn’t perked up the moment he clapped eyes on this guy, and he’d be absolutely kidding himself if he even tried to suggest that the attraction hadn’t grown like a spreading fire as they encountered one another.
By this point, Grimmjow only needed to look at him with those shocking azure eyes and say something in that gruff way of his for Shinji to be interested; now they were fighting like a pair of cats in heat, vying for the top, and honestly Shinji wouldn’t have minded just jumping the Arranger’s bones there and then.
Suddenly, Grimmjow managed to break through Shinji’s guard and knocked his sword downwards. In the same motion he clasped his free hand around the Visored’s neck and slammed him roughly into a wall, pinning him up against it and leaning in close.
Shinji licked his lips, eyes narrowed, “Well shit… yer really gettin’ me goin’ –– if ya catch my drift?” his grin widened and he winked.
➎:: “Hey kiddo! Happy birthday! Ya survived another year’a this mad ol’ world an’ that’s a huge ass achievement. Let’s have a party at my place to celebrate, yeah?”
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