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Silver and Lios RP thinger - Broken Memories
Plotthings: 'Kay so...basically. Ulquiorra Schiffer got in a fight with Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, and push came to shove...the Sexta's mask cracked. Rather than report the loss to Lord Aizen, Ulquiorra decides Grimmjow is too much of a liability and opens a garganta through which he dumps his fellow Espada, with the intent of never seeing Grimmjow again and getting rid of a liability to the mission.
And so the Arrancar fell, though he was quickly enveloped by light as he plummeted. |
Profiles will go here when we both have 'em done.
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"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
The screams coming from the park were unbearable. Loud and despairing, they came from the crumpled form of a boy who could be no older than six in age. His clothing was not so much clothes as it was a huge amount of cloth, barely covering him up while he bawled, sitting curled up with his hands around his knees and blood dripping from his face. In particular, he was bleeding on the right side, where a strange white object seemed to cling to his features. It appeared to be a broken jawbone of sorts, with a fang or two missing from the top jaw, and almost a full half of the bottom completely eradicated. The skin on his cheek was bruised badly. Overall, as if the kid wasn't drawing enough attention to himself, he also had a sword bigger than he was in between his legs, along with features that would make anyone doubletake; vivid light blue hair layered in three different ways, almost, teary azure eyes with aqua markings beneath them, and as he opened his mouth, something about his teeth seemed a bit sharper than normal, like he actually had slightly more prominent incisors. And so there he sat, crying and not knowing where the hell he was at all, and despairing at the pain in his face. |
Screaming children had been the last thing on Tear Hakuhyou's mind as she set out to go jogging through the park. At first she didn't hear it, too busy thinking on other things. But as she got closer to where the strange kid was sobbing his heart out it took over her attention.
She paused, standing in the middle of the sidewalk for a moment, wondering whether it was any of her business. What if it was just some parent with an unhappy toddler? But the sound was too anguished for that. It then occurred to her that no one else seemed to hear it. How couldn't they? If that was true, then the only thing that remained was to assume it was a spirit. Tear had an unusual ability, besides her hidden powers: spiritual awareness. This meant that she could see and hear spirits where others couldn't. She decided to go and check out the sound to see if maybe she could help this spirit calm down. She told herself that she couldn't stand the noise in her park. "Stupid spirits," she muttered, jogging off the sidewalk towards the screams. What she found was anything but what she expected. An odd-looking kid with a sword and humongous clothes. Not the typical spirit for sure. It felt different, too. Stronger almost. Of course, Tear was not easily missed either. Her short silver hair, despite her young features, often drew attention, as did her grey eyes. Some people had told her that it made her look colder, but she supposed it was only natural as her powers were ice-based. "Um, kid? What's wrong?" she asked, slowly venturing forward. She was not the best with children on any given day. |
The child did not stop crying, seemingly too caught in his own anguish to realize that someone was talking to him. He really was a mess of tears and snot, quivers and sobbing.
"Waaaaaahhhh...Guh...Grim...wan'...HOOOOOME... " He held a free hand up, continuing to blubber and whine, and now apparently try to block the sun while he was at it. |
Tear finally knelt down and grabbed the kid by the shoulders, effectively blocking the sun for him. She wasn't sure where this boy had come from, but something had to be done about him.
"Kid, what happened?" she asked, trying really hard not to shake him to try and make him snap out of it. |
That was all he needed too. As soon as she stood before him, blocking the oppressive sun and touching him, the kid shut up. That was it, he just shut up and said absolutely nothing, staring up at the woman without a word and with his eyes and nose dripping to boot.
"Who're you?" he asked, sniffing powerfully. "Wh're's home?" |
"I'm...I'm Tear. I don't know know where 'home' is. Who are you?" she asked, a little less frustrated now that the kid wasn't screaming.
Tear was fairly young, only twenty six, but her hair color often made people second guess her age. She supposed that she should coo over children like most other women her age did, but children were often difficult. Difficult and dirty. She wished she had a tissue to give the kid, but alas she had none. Truthfully she couldn't just leave this kid alone in the middle of the park. Perhaps she had some maternal instinct yet. After all, the kid was sort of cute, and it wasn't like anyone else was going to take care of a lost spirit kid. |
The young boy made do, using his oversized sleeve to wipe at his nose, rather than blow it. His innocent-looking but nonetheless narrow blue eyes gazed up at the older woman, trying to figure her out.
When she said that she didn't know where his home was though, he sobbed, on the verge of tears again. |
"Oh shit.... Um, you can come home with me until we figure things out?" Tear half-suggested, half-asked.
She really didn't want this kid to start crying again. Maybe if she brought him home she could figure out what to do with him. She was sort of curious, anyway. Besides, it wasn't like he had parents who were going to take care of him. |
"H...home?"
That was all the kid focused on, which brought on the question as to whether he wanted to go home, or just wanted a home. Then again, he was young enough to simply be unable to comprehend that she was taking him to her own home. "I wanna go home," he said hopefully. |
"Come on then," Tear said with a sigh.
She held out a hand to the kid to help him up. Stupid spirits seemed to take up more and more of her time lately. Now she'd need to clothe and feed this kid until she figured out what to do with him. Most of the time spirits eventually left; only a few had actually passed on while they were following her. She wondered which this kid would be. With her luck he'd be neither and a long-term follower. |
The boy seemed to consider the offer for a moment, then rose to his feet on his own, clutching his incredibly immense pants. They were almost like a skirt for each leg, and he had to be careful as he held them, so that he wouldn't show from any side. The vest he wore was hardly a worry, even with how small he was and how big it was, it was just like a trenchcoat or something, indicating that perhaps as an adult, he hadn't worn it as much of a cover for his body.
"You look pretty," he said, completely random, but honest. |
"Um... Thanks," Tear said a little awkwardly.
She was a little flattered but at the same time a little thrown off guard by the random comment. Instead of making a more elaborate reply for the moment she stooped to pick up the sword the child had left on the ground. As he stood, though, she noticed the thing on his face. "What's on your face? Geez, we need to get you cleaned up kid. I can't keep calling you kid though... What's your name?" she asked, taking a few steps to see if the kid could follow in that ridiculously huge amount of clothing. |
"Uhm...uh...I don't...know."
The kid seemed troubled by this, though not nearly so troubled as he was trying to walk while holding his pants up. He kept tripping over the huge-ass leggings. |
"Oh. Well, if you think of something let me know. I can't keep calling you 'kid' all the time, can I?"
Tear walked ahead of the young child, although she went slowly to allow him to keep up. She wished she had a way to help him move faster, but she didn't exactly have clothes for him. At least there weren't any other spirits bugging her today. |
"Uh-huh...I just need t'think about it. I know I gotta name..." the kid replied, sounding partly distraught and partly defensive. He really did have a name, he just couldn't put his finger on it...
He was walking irritatingly slowly too, to the point where he just wanted to scream and kick and scratch something's eyes out. This clothes was such a pain!! |
"Hey, don't freak out. I'm sure you'll remember," Tear said, trying to avoid a meltdown.
She glanced again at the thing attached to his face and cringed a little inside. It looked like the masks she saw on some of the spirits that attacked other, human-looking spirits. She really hoped that he wouldn't turn out to be an evil one. Then again, she had never seen one of those masked ones that looked like a human. Or one that was a kid. |
The kid nodded, knowing she was probably right. It didn't assuage his frustration though...
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They reached Tear's house without incident. She wondered how to dress the kid. Could spirits even wear normal clothing? Well, one thing was for sure, and that was that he couldn't wander around with those huge pants on. She unlocked and opened the door with one hand, the other still holding the sword.
Looking down at it she wondered what happened to the kid. He couldn't be this size normally. His clothes were too big, this sword was too big... Everything was too big for him! Maybe it had something to do with the thing on his face.... No one was there to greet them as she opened the door and held it for the mystery kid. It struck her that she had no idea how to take care of a spirit kid. A normal kid she could guess, but him? Not a clue. "Feel free to make yourself at home while I try to figure out what to do with you," she said, setting the sword down on the couch. It was a smallish house. The family room was right in front of the door with the kitchen visible past a half-wall in the corner. A hallway led along the back of the house and off to their left, presumably leading to bedrooms and a bathroom. |
During the trip, the kid had spent a lot of time thinking, though it was mostly asinine and irrelevant to his situation. Except for trying to figure out his name. Now he knew it, and he could pronounce it well enough. In fact, when the woman invited him in, he did just that.
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques," he proclaimed, walking in and taking a look around. |
"Huh?" Tear turned around to glance down at the boy as he spoke. Grimmjow....Jeagerjaques? "Is that your name? Grimmjow?"
She closed the door behind him before heading towards the kitchen. She was rather thirsty after being out all morning. If that was the kid's name at least it was a start. Maybe soon he would begin to remember other things, like where he belonged. Still, she found his intense spiritual pressure a bit unnerving. He felt too strong for a child his size. And if her earlier thought was correct, and he wasn't normally this size, then how strong would he be grown up? |
"Yeah-huh. That's my name," Grimmjow said proudly, grinning in self-satisfaction. Even as a child though...he had an unnerving way of grinning that exposed teeth that were far too...dangerous-looking.
He glanced up at the woman, then shifted his relatively narrow but innocent gaze to the sword she'd had. "S'mine," he said, a shade possessively. |
"Well, you can keep it, Grimmjow, as long as you don't go waving it around the house. I've already got one of my own," Tear told him after glancing back to see what he was talking about.
She turned her back to him for a moment to open the fridge. While ordinarily a child wouldn't make her uneasy, this one managed it. His grin was a little more sinister than she would expect from someone who looked his age. She had to find out more about him and decide if she could trust him. At least he didn't sound hostile. "Now that we know your name, it would be great if you can figure out anything else," she said as she grabbed a plastic bottle of green tea. |
Grimmjow movd to collect his blade, feeling incomplete without it. He seemed to have no problem carrying the weight, only adjusting to holding such a long blade.
"I can't remember anything else though. All I know is that I don't belong here, 'n that my name is Grimmjow. What else d'you want from me?" He glanced at the bottle in her hand curiously, though his interest was in the box the bottle had come from. He had smelled something in there that made his stomach growl...an impressive feat given that he had a huge hole there. Interestingly enough, he didn't understand his hunger. |
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