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[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[a quick audio transmission, a few seconds at most:]

"--rrent magnitude of SN 1987A?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

***

[a few hours later there is another, a bit longer in duration:]

"What was the number you lost?"

"Fuck you!"

***

[half an hour later:]

"How will you win now that you are weak?"

"...shut up. Just shut up."

***

[and now, a transmission that doesn't end, mainly because he doesn't have the fingers necessary to turn off the CAT.

this is propped up against the front door of his house - only minus the jacket, because he never did get it back.

the plushie seems to have an expression of fury, clenching and unclenching its little mitten hands into fists]

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[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Cissie is staring back at plushie Grimmjow... and poor guy, she genuinely seems to think he's adorable.] Awww! I wonder who left you sitting out there, little guy.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[...










...] Go away.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Grimmjow? Oh god.

Hang on, I'll be right there. [Yeeeep, she's completely ignoring what he just said.]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

Damnit, I said--...

[she's not listening, is she.

he's going to work on getting to his...erm, feet, and start walking down the street - dragging the CAT along behind him - in an effort to avoid her]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Nope! Since when did Cissie ever listen to a thing other people said? Either way, she'll be near his house in a few minutes. Without any regard to him whatsoever, she'll pick him - and his Cat - up and study him over carefully.]

Hmmm... you don't look hurt to me. But how'd you become a doll?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

Let go of me, woman! Let go!

[he's not had the best day. so he's going to kick and punch at her...which do basically nothing.

he's not talking until he regains a little dignity]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

If you insist. [unceremoniously drops him once they get to a nearby table. She kneels down so that she's at eye level with him... and unfortunately, her hair resembles that of a doll's. Not that Cissie's aware of it.]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[flops in an ungainly fashion, then quickly pushes himself back up--

and he does notice her hair] ...is this some kinda disease?

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

What's a disease? [twirls her hair absentmindedly]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

...look in a mirror.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[blinkblink] Huh? [it's now that she finally notices her hair... and she groans]

Great. It's going to happen to me too.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

This is a fuckin' roundabout way of getting rid of us.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

You're telling me... turning us all into dolls... [hang on a sec. She vaguely remembers the population disappearing...] ... even the old residents.

Guess even they didn't get exempt from this round.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

What old ones?

[he's not the best at paying attention when he's busy getting turned into a plush]

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

[... oh.

Oh...

Oh, no. No, no, no.

She didn't -- doesn't -- Maybe she doesn't like him. Maybe she hasn't forgiven him for what he did to those people. But -- No one deserves to be...

Xion leaves her house to go find his. She doesn't know what she's doing, she just. ... Maybe Sophie will know what to do. Sophie, who talked about lifting spells. Maybe...

She comes to a stop in front of his house, staring at the plushie.]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[...

fuck. of all the people to come by] What do you want?

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

[... what is she doing here? Maybe she wants to help, but she -- Is there anything she can even do?]

I... I want to help. [But the words sound foolish to her own ears. Ugh. Why did she...]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

Don't fuck with me.

[the snarl doesn't look as threatening on a plushie face, but it's there] If you're here for revenge then just get it over with.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

I'm not. I really want to help.

What do I have to get revenge for?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

If not revenge, then just common sense.

I had you, brat. I could kill you any time, so why let me live when you got this chance?

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to kill you. [Her voice comes out strong, firm, brooking no argument. She's not quite aware of it, or of the way her fists clench at her sides.] I'm here to help.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

...

You're an idiot.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

...

[But she's also stubborn. So she's going to hold her ground, expression set and determined.]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

So you're weak and you have shit for brains.

Doesn't surprise me.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

[bristles] I'm not weak.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

If not for this fuckin' town you'd be dead right now.

You're weak.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

Just because you're stronger than me in a fight... that doesn't mean I'm weak!

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

That's the definition of weak, dumbass!

[...hah. he's getting riled.

the little plushie stands up, pointing a hand at Xion] I know your type. You think actin' noble and trying to help people are going to do you any good?

... oh, Sorafais.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

No, it's not! My heart is strong.

[Yeah, well, so is she. D<]

It's not about me. Helping people is about doing things for them, not doing things just to get something out of it!

oh snap

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[laughs, the sound of it harsh and mocking] You're talking big because of your heart?

I don't even have one and I still kicked your ass.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

Yes, you do. [:| She thinks she'd be able to tell if you were a Nobody.]

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[and he thinks you're an idiot] What do you think left this hole behind?

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

I... I don't know.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

I tell ya, brat.

You sure do like to talk a lot about stuff you don't even know about.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

You don't act like a Nobody.

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

'Course I don't.

I'm a Hollow.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

A... Hollow?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[this explanation again.

if he could roll doll eyes, he would] A Hollow's a soul that's lost its heart. It eats up other souls and Hollows to fill the gap.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

[Xion blinks and stares and speaks before she can process her words.] A Heartless?