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@bazzterd: how about you step back like ur hairline and get lost? ( ITS BEEN SO LONG )
...Hairline?

“...Y’know what, I’m in a good mood today. I’m gonna let that go since apparently Renji likes you. But if you wanna fight, just bring it, punk.”
#bazzterd#MY GOD HIIII BLAAAAAAZE#this is the first time somewhat addressed Ikkaku's HAIR and not his LACK OF HAIR#so bazz won immediate points#on top of renji liking him for complimenting the eyebrows#so yeah
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" it finally happened. you've lost your mind. "
HE COULD ONLY WONDER WHATEVER IT WAS HE WAS POSSIBLY REFERRING TO . there were many things . many reasons . just ask any of the soldat under his command , and they would be able to supply a myriad of reasons why quilge opie was a madman . let alone the rest of His Majesty's army . of course , he was never one to see it as a deterrent . rarely did his madness ever bother him . it was a part of him . and he sought no cure .
his own gaze is harsh over the other . bazz . quilge has never really liked him , what with information he'd gleaned from jugram in privacy . " ah . would you care to elaborate , then , as to what was it that made you come to such a conclusion ? "
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“Hey, Quilge, did someone say hot?!” kicks open the door with a wicked grin. Bazz is here to annoy his fellow Sternritters. ( 💀)
" UGH . BY HEAVEN , NO . HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU BEFORE , BAZZ ? " THE JAILER CALLED OVER the sound of his rather gentle music . the pen he'd held , gripped tighter in his hand . he stared admittedly harshly at the dirtied print left on the otherwise-pristine door , a blackened smudge that smeared across frigid paint . quilge sounded more than annoyed . perturbed , perhaps .
" do not open my chamber door without knocking & asking first . . . you're an idiot , i do hope to god you know that . "
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#[ 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 . ] | | | incharacter .#leave .#you could've walked in on ... literally anything else .#and i do mean that .#bazzterd#bazz you got . um . lucky . :)
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" OH , BAZZ . WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE . I was just ... thinking of doing my duties when i return to the palace , is all . tidying up , mostly ... my quarters can get quite chaotic , anyway . some paperwork , too . not very thrilling .
now , surely you have good news to report . "
❛ ....what is it? use your words, Quilge.❜
#hey you it's been a while !!! :)#me seeing you follow me like :O !!#[ 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 . ] | | | incharacter .#bazzterd
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W arfare was a catalyst of a multiplicity of consequences, of a distinguishable ruination of permanence, and in addition of tragedies that outstretched to surfeit other classifications alike loss, irreversible damages, and severance. --- The man he's come to accost had undergone well-nigh in all existent facets, he pensively notes, by the conspicuous manner with which they've engaged,uttered their inquiry, ire incessantly all-encompassed their anatomy alike a subsidiary husk of skin; naught had alternated, ne'er their isolation, nor their inimicality, evidenced by the ichor smears speckled 'gainst their white garments. ------ The Quincy exhibits a haughty simper, their notable audacious hubris, and Hitsugaya scoffs, in turn, in profound distaste. " -You're well aware why I've come. " he commences to explicate, piercing eyne straitening in conformation. " The Shinigami stationed here had much to report about you, Bazz-B. "
This coarsen man had been engendering disturbances amongst Karakura. It is thereby the imperative reason why, he, the adolescent of the tenth, had preferentially been opted to confront his once preceding adversary.
post-war. there was peace in the world of the living or so some would think. hollows still wandered around the damn place like cockroaches but that didn't matter to one man who seemed to stand out the most. white clothes stained with blood, not his. biker-like boots stomping the ground as he walked proudly and unashamed. it wasn't his blood that was for sure - a hand raked through his brilliant pink mohawk, face covered in sweat and his lips were curled up into an arrogant sneer towards passing people. it was apparent he was being avoided by some of the crowd and even talked about under their breaths - some kind of punk wandering the city. if it were up to him, he'd burn all these weak looking people but he'd done enough fighting today.
❛ . . .you shinigami really are fucking annoying, even after the war ended. ❜ he knew what spiritual pressure felt like, especially this one. this reiatsu was ice cold, as if it'd freeze someone over. it made him smile. . .like a psycho. ❛ what the hell d'ya want? ❜
@ryusxnka | starter | post-war .
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