(closed) everything you feel, and everything you think

[chokuto]

WHO: Uchiha Sasuke & others.
WHERE: Around Stygia.
WHEN: Month of October.
WHAT: Catch-call for event prompts / other scenarios.
WARNINGS: None atm, will updated if needed.


[ ooc — plotting comment for the event here, comment for the general CR meme here. flexible to do things outside of the event as well!]

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[arrancar]

( he couldn't pass up the beckoning of a hunt, even one that is only supposed to be for festive fun.

the rules seem too... tame for him. he is only meant to pursue and capture — no more, no less. it doesn't sate him, so he'll just have to pile on a few addendums of his own. after all, it wouldn't be fair if only one party was having """fun""". besides, an activity of this nature is bound to attract some prospective preys, right? he made sure to emphasize that he wanted a fighter in there, but it's questionable whether the restless in charge of the maze actually understood what he wanted.

fortunately, his wish was granted. he sensed them the moment he stepped foot into the labyrinth of corn stalks.

but just as his prey doesn't seem to be in any rush to find an exit, grimmjow takes his time navigating through the winding path of the maze towards them. there are easier methods of reaching his target but he wouldn't want to take away possibly their one advantage over him. he is pleased to find that his prey could perceive him as well though, a wide grin spreading across his face as he soon as he hears him beckoning for him to show himself.

grimmjow turns the corner to feast his eyes on his target, delight swelling up in his chest at the sight of him. )

Hahaha. You sensed that, did you? ( he sweeps a slow gaze over him. ) Seeing how you ain't 'bout to piss your pants, you must be ready for this to finally turn fun. ( he jerks his chin at him. ) C'mon then, make your move, boy.

[chokuto]

[If there's any recognition at the sight of Grimmjow, after having browsed the profiles on the form created by the Hierarchy, he doesn't show it in his expression. Crass first impressions aside, his own gaze evaluates the threat in front of him — lack of fear a telling flag among others. Outside of these shadowed corridors, Sasuke might have sought words before combat, not because he has any particular talent at diplomacy, but because fighting for the sake of fighting alone isn't appealing to him... Unless in exceptional cases, reserved for one person in his life.

But they're here for a reason. And he's been hunted. And that darkness swells, loud in his mind, a second living heartbeat, thundering violence like a spell that overtakes him.

So he doesn't say a word. His right hand lifts, completing the one-handed equivalency of a seal — sleeve noticeably charred, on second glance, from several previous attempts until he got this right — before he unleashes katon. The narrow path between them suddenly becomes a scorching tunnel of hot flame, and the blast is headed straight for Grimmjow, leaving blackened and smoldering stalks of corn in its wake.]

[arrancar]

( not even a word of acknowledgment, eh?

he likes the seriousness. it makes this all so much more promising, doesn't it? it means that he won't be disappointed because the only thing worse than silence is objection. he watches the boy raise his hand, curious to see what he will do. will he manifest a weapon? will he construe a blast?

the hand motions must serve a purpose, so he stands in wait to see what it does first and, to his absolute relish, his patience is rewarded by a large burst of flames. he meets it head on with a manic cackle and a red stream of light that erupts forth from his own hand.

it's cutting it close, but his cero collides against the oncoming flames. the impact between them is gonna be devastating — at least for the poor stalks of corn.

consider: not burning down the entire maze, guys. )

[chokuto]

[Isn't his attack acknowledgment enough? It should be.

Something collides with his nature transformation; he can't tell what it is, but it carries the same signature as what he felt out in the wilderness days ago. Only further proof this is who he was anticipating when he began winding a path through the maze.

The impact is devastating, an explosion of power that ripples out through the stalks and immediately garners the attention of both onlookers and guards. He hears cheers at first; they're being encouraged. Then, too soon, the cheering turns to gasps and shouts as the corn catches fire and begins to blaze, funneling black smoke in a pillar toward the night sky.

As soon as his flames fade, Sasuke rushes in, too quick for normal sight to follow—he weaves another sign one-handed and electricity rips up his arm, crackling like a thousand birds, aimed directly at Grimmjow through the haze of smog.]

[arrancar]

( first, fire; now, lightning? what else can he do just by moving his hand?

he has never encountered anyone who could generate and manipulate the elements in this way, no less switch between them as seamlessly as the boy is doing now. it's undeniably tied to his strange energy, channeled outward through specific hand maneuvers.

it's remarkable, really; to the point of momentarily distracting him and slowing his reaction down by a fraction.

grimmjow recovers quick enough to dodge out of his way with sonido, evading his attack and materializing in the air behind him. he doesn't have any fancy elemental moves, but his strength alone is enough to compensate. sweeping his leg out, he aims to land a kick to his side.

the panicked cries and urgent shouts around him, drowned out by the crackling of a blazing flame and wholly lost to the regale of the moment. )