panterasnarl

[panterasnarl]

( happy birthday to one of the worst men i've ever written ♥♥♥ )

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— You’re a Soul Reaper and I’m a Hollow. Whichever side loses will be massacred.

Happy Birthday King! ★ [7.31]

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more ice, more cold, and far more irritation. what was a one-trick pony doing trying to face off with the king of las noches? the king of those lost and turned monstrous and starving... ever consuming more and more to become more.. to feel less. another swipe from those dangerous talons and ice shatters again, shards becoming finely powdered snow in their wake - though maybe, he should have put more force into it this time. he could have blown them away, but there they were, in the midst of his glittering destruction, aiming a fist for his face.

and he let them make contact.

it was like punching stone - solid. unyielding. and he grinned. "You wear yerself out yet? Hate to break it to you, but you aren't breaking through my Hierro any time soon with spiritual pressure like that. I thought you were a professional - shouldn't you research this shit instead of flyin' in blind?"

"Who are you calling a kid——.ᐟ.ᐣ"

-> Their mood is slowly devolving into rancorous, the tension a popping vein in their forehead as they watch him dash away their spires with a slash. It blows their hair back and out from under them with the displaced air as the ice shards crack and splinter into hundreds of smaller pieces, frost canting through the air in twists and turns.

-> They're stupid enough to let the drive to wound him go to their head. A new wave of ice shreds the ground, flowing outward like barriers——and Lyric is quick to dash through and behind them like steps, to close the space. If they can't damage his hide, they'll just have to satisfy themselves by punching him in the face .ᐟ

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"Yea. Dead." he shrugged, swinging his legs around before vanishing from his perch, only to reappear an instant later beside him, starting to walk in the opposite direction.

"It ain't my problem, and it ain't a big deal. I just took a few things here and there. Believe it or not, the afterlife is boring. And when no one can see you, it's extra fuckin' boring. What are you gonna do about it." eyes rolled and hands slid into his pockets, the man not bothering to look back at him. he assumed he'd either follow if he was truly "his business", or he'd just let him leave. either way, he didn't care. but he'd asked, so he continued talking under the assumption he was following along.

"I'm an Arrancar. I'd say Espada, but considering the rankings don't mean shit anymore, it doesn't hold as much weight, I guess. When a dead person's spirit isn't passed along by those stupid little shinigami - and they fail at it a lot - sometimes, regrets or whatever eat away at a soul. Their humanity gets eaten away, and they inevitably become a monster. A Hollow. You either get strong as a Hollow, or yer food for the others. I got strong. I got so fuckin' strong, I got an extra boost from some dumbass who wanted to become God. He's in prison now, and I'm King of the lands us monsters dwell in."

he stopped then, glancing over just to make sure he hadn't been talking to the air; making sure he was following in more ways than one.

A deadman walking as a ghost, figuratively speaking. It was quite intriguing, but in a somber manner. Heaven forbid Shinra got a hold of this man, or he'd be sure to become some morbid experiment. "Dead... Hmph," Vincent scoffed with an air of dark amusement. He ignored Grimmjow's attempt to shoo him away. "Regretful, Grimmjow. But you just became my 'business'. You've created quite the stir." Vincent lightly folded his arms across his chest and furrowed his brow, slowly realizing what this meant. "So... that's why no one but I can see you." Vincent mused aloud before addressing the strange man with cyanic hair once again. "You think I wouldn't understand what you are? Try me."

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he watched the ice spread and gather into wicked, jagged spikes, but he only grinned wider. sure, it was a bit cold - but while he wasn't the biggest fan of the cold, it wasn't enough. it could never be enough. he had far more years than they could ever imagine on them, and once he'd felt that they'd gone on quite long enough.. a swipe of a blackened, claw-sharpened hand brought it all tumbling down in a cacophony of the sound of shattering glass. he was even kind enough to not hit them with his claws, or the shock wave they left in their wake, and dangerous eyes stared them down from between dagger-like shards of ice as it all fell to the ground.

"Ya got any other tricks up yer sleeve, kid? C'mon, a little frost ain't the best you can do, is it??"

-> The shimmer of crushed ice crystal falling to the ground makes Lyric bare their teeth at him up to the gums, growling. The temperature continues to rapidly plummet, moving past what could be considered acceptable or comfortable of them, deadset on throwin their own weight around.

"Shut up———.ᐟ"

-> The ground ruptures for the incoming collecting spines of ice rising from the floor. The nearby area floods with cold and the force of sudden magic, almost crackling if not for the snow drifting along. Lyric's tail lashes behind them. It happens in an instant, and to anything would likely be sufficient proof of their content, as long as he came away limping.

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he seemed entirely undaunted by the cold, even as frost began to creep along his limbs.. he simply flexed and icy shards shattered into a glittery dust that sparkled in the light.

"C'mon, lizard-brain... You can do better than that, can't you? I've felt a harsher bite from a frosty little pipsqueak of a shinigami. Then again, despite his size, he's probably older than you.. I guess you just don't have the years on you, do you?"

"H'oh—— .ᐣ"

-> They're no better than him, it seems. A long strung out exhale of breath has the temperature of the surrounding area plummetting, so harsh the ends of their hair begin to turn white. The pop and snap of nearby water accumulations expanding and freezing adds to the chilly ambiance.

"Think my scales aren't that tough? I'm not gonna get cat scratch fever from you, ya mangy stray."

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"And I ain't gonna apologize when you end up sliced into six pieces." claws were out and black as pitch, just itching to destroy -

"H'ah? You really wanna try me, pussy cat? Don't think I'm gonna apologize if you get frostbite."

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"They sure fuckin' do, look it up. There are cats everywhere. Show me yer ice and I'll show you powdered snow."

"Wh——no they fucking don't! Besides that doesn't mean they like water! 💢"

"Yeah? I'd like to see you try. Annoying bastard."

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enjoy the food

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if you try to run me through with your blade i'll just pull it in deeper until we're face to face and kiss you on the mouth. with tongue.

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you look good with blood on you what are your pronouns

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you're such a cute kitty

i have rabies

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there is no competition. respectfully, you could never be me. disrespectfully, i would never want to be you.

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You're so self centred

who else am i supposed to be centred on

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