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[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[a soft buzzing sound, a click--

and then a very clear picture of a shirtless man(?) holding a CAT, trying out a few of the buttons with slow taps of his thumb. the bedroom - clearly of townhouse origin - is in partial disarray, sheets half-off the bed and the nearby vidscreen primarily in shattered pieces on the floor.

a minute or so passes before he dumps the CAT on the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress himself a second later]

Tch. What's it even good for?

[he stews in silence, turning his glare from the wall to the floor to the ceiling in slow succession.

then he looks to his left, his right hand rising to where his left shoulder simply ends. his palm skims over the bandage-wrapped wound while he mutters to himself] Somebody did good work.

But who the hell would know how?

Comments

[fortune_sought]

[is rather shocked by his appearance] Oh my! Was it not like that before you arrived?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[don't expect an answer right away.

usually, folks don't see him. but what's one more surprise in a day?

eventually:] I gnawed it off when I got here.

[fortune_sought]

[aghast] You what!?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

I didn't need it, so I got rid of it.

[fortune_sought]

[skeptical and a bit horrified] You own arm!?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

It's mine, so I can do whatever I want with it. [he's getting close to laughing, which is probably better than the irritation he was nursing before]

[fortune_sought]

If you like being without it!

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[and...

yeah.

he's started laughing] And what if I do?

[collector]

[Brax is apparently not disturbed by anything, appearance or otherwise. Maybe it's the tea he's drinking. Tea soothes the shock-soother.] I'd watch out about the vidscreen. The repairman comes around hellishly fast.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[experience tells Grimmjow not to trust the tea drinkers, especially if they end up giving him some] Don't need it, so he shouldn't bother.

[collector]

[Brax? Untrustworthy? Perish the thought.] I'm afraid he doesn't listen to that very well. Rather irritating, actually.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

He any relation to that mayor? [a quick, nasty glance at the screen is indication enough of what happened to it]

[collector]

It's unlikely. I hope you wouldn't try to break him too. Most people can't survive having holes put through them.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

I don't see why I shouldn't.

[collector]

Well, far be it for me to discourage someone from assaulting another person when a murder investigation is already going on.

[rofl - The tea never lies, eh? XD]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Okay, Fuu is scared of this huge guy with a skull on his face and very angry demeanor. But, she has to at least make an effort to be nice. After all, the new residents are all in the same boat, no matter who they are. ...Right?]

[Trying to look on the serious side of friendly]
If you would like to learn how to use the CAT, sir, I might be able to assist you with that. You'll find that you'll not be able to get rid of it, and it's quite important.

My name is Fuu Hououji. A pleasure to meet you. [She finishes with a polite bow.]

[nope! :3]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[flatly, disinterested - he's on his way outside, it seems, and so he's not paying too much attention] I don't need your help, so get out of my face.

[so friendly, this one]

[heh, not friendly will be interesting! (Him vs. Osculia? XD)]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Have a Fuu going o.o before she cuts the connection.]
[Okay, then...]

[bit_impossible]

Would know how to do what exactly? Good work? Or is there a certain type of work you're referring to?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[the flattest of flat looks. you can practically see him weighing the pros and cons of actually talking to yet another human

eventually he just jerks his thumb at his opposite shoulder]

Taking care of this.

[bit_impossible]

[oh Grimmjow, just because he looks like a human and talks like one...]

[arches an eyebrow] Did you need anyone to look at it? I'm the Doctor--well, not a medical doctor, exactly, and especially not in this town, not by any means. That's a man named Ernesto Resarci; bit of a dodgy fellow, if you ask me.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[and smells like one, and is annoying like one--

if they were speaking in person he might have noticed something off about the reiatsu, but alas.] ...he a human?

[he doesn't know what 'dodgy' means but he doesn't like the sound of it]

[bit_impossible]

He is, yes--very much so. I'm not though. Far, far, far from it.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[the face

of skepticism]

[bit_impossible]

[rolls his eyes] No really. I'm not and fun fact for you! Humans only look like other bipedal humanoids who came far, far before them. Like me! Well, not me specifically; my people. Who aren't exactly around any longer, but that happens. People come and go. A young man was around here, by the name of Roxas, but not now. Not exactly sure how he left. Haven't been able to figure it out.

But anyway, yes! Not human. For one, I've got a binary vascular system and if need be, I can hold my breath for up to twenty minutes--even in the vacuum of space. Sadly, we're not anywhere where I could prove that to you--the breath holding thing, I mean. But the hearts thing I can!

[digs into his pockets, pulling out a stethoscope and his sonic screwdriver, turning that on. the device whirrs loudly for a moment, a soft blue glow just visible off-screen, and then he's reaching for his CAT device.] Right, I'm turning the volume up. Have a listen!

[he holds the ear ends of the stethoscope right up against the CAT, then holds the other end on one side of his chest--then moves it to the other, the heartsbeat audible just enough thanks to his fiddling with the stethoscope. he smiles a bit while he waits for Grimmjow's reaction]