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blazeborne.

        “Oi… y’know what? Never mind.”  It’s not worth the headache.

     “Never mind what?”

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     “Did I?”

        “Y’say somethin’?”

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stitchcrossed.

        “Waaaaaah…!!”

        He’s so big! Jynx has never seen anything like it - big and tall as he, he must be able to reach anything he want, on any shelf. She’s not particularly listening to what he’s saying - she’s nearly bouncing off the walls ( if there were any around them, just chaos and panic ), allowed out of her enclosed space for once, the sky’s the limit here! 

        “A superstar…?” She’s puzzled, tilts her head like a confused child, “What’s that?” But, at least, she has a name to call him. Mask De Masculine, what an interesting thing to call himself!  

        “Are you a Quincy?”

     HOW CURIOUS.                HOW CURIOUS!

Her looks weren’t only a head-turner, she was that and MORE. A true SUPERSTAR, no? He watches her closely, her mannerisms and expressions remind him so much of himself, it’s a surreal feeling! Alike and yet so different--but before he can start making assumptions, he mirrors her curiosity, “I am!” He’ll explain the SUPERSTAR part later--she has so much to learn.

     “I am the STERNRITTER S,” He is obviously proud of that title, puffing out his chest, “...and...are you a Shinigami? It’d be a shame if you WERE. It’s my job to make sure every VILLAIN is crushed, do you see?” 

     “You wouldn’t happen to have a Bankai, would you?”

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@stitchcrossed

     “Oh! I understand!” He’s now RAMROD, staring at her with all of his attention. As soon as she had entered the battlefield, he knew she was WORTHY of applause. The SUPERSTAR can always admire unique looks, always warrant of attention and praise. 

“You must also be a SUPERSTAR. Here to help! Well, let me introduce myself! I am MASK DE MASCULINE! And you are...?”

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gottherz.

“Of course! We must maintain our looks for our adoring audience!”

“So, what else should we do? If the next step is acquiring a mask, I could use my helm, if it counts as one!”

     “Wow!” 

“We’re skipping ALL of the steps, so fast! You even brought your own mask! A DEDICATED SUPERSTAR!” Yes, quite, “Onto the final step!”

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mxliti.

     this’s a body-slam free area pal be respectful

     OOF!!

“...guh...”

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mxliti replied to your post

what’s is here what’s this thing B////

     GETS READY TO BODY-SLAM HIM!!

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godkilller replied to your post

what’s happening in that icon

     Who said that...?

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     he’s HERE.

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blazeborne

i hate u

     “Oh! I REMEMBER! We were going HUNTING together, correct?”

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"So we goin' or what?" He raises a brow in question as he approaches the man, shoulders dropped - relaxed. Quilge had made his request. He'd agreed. It was easy enough to listen to. Though Mask might have a more difficult time reigning it in... And who knew if any of them could truly handle his flames. Whatever. They'd try. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, expectant as he stares at the taller man. Lips pull down a few seconds later. "Don't tell me ya fuckin' forgot man."

     “Going where exactly?”

Even though, he’s MORE than happy to follow Bazz-B almost anywhere, he would still like to know the plan. Speaking of Bazz-B, he looks annoyed with him--his eyebrows are pulling together, frowning up at him as if he’s done something wrong. Mask, pausing in his movements (he’d been throwing Giselle up in the air, as high as she could go, for the last ten minutes), had the nerve to look curious. 

“I did not forget! Of course. A SUPERSTAR never forgets, Bazz-B!” 

     “But! If you don’t mind me asking, where exactly are we going?”

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karitorikii

cAREFUL!!

     SPOTS HIM!!

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(ง •̀_•́)ง

      “...you’re still ALIVE...?”

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independent     private    selective     canon & alternative universe     ichimaru gin     by cas.

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arm wrestle me

     WHAT AN INTERESTING WOMAN!

“Of course! If that’s the type of battle you WANT, I’ll take you on!” He’s excited--he’s sure the FANS will appreciate the one-on-one with a new opponent, “But first! Please tell me your name.”

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#2 fan, has a plushie and everything

     PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU PICK UP A T-SHIRT AS WELL.

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diehaft.

IN ONE SINGULAR MOTION, the Jail begs his weapon in both hands, pointing its shining tip out into the great beyond. It glinted out into the distant dunes, the sands reaching far and away. Quilge turned his head in a robotic fashion; every motion looked highly trained and purposeful. He then barked:  “ I DIDN’T ASK FOR  your life story, did I?  NO!  Of course not! I am a man with a  schedule,  and you must respect that, Mask! Limit your personal anecdotes of BRAVADO to one, and one only, please! ”

     He was interrupted! In the middle of his story, too!

Well, no matter.

     “I suppose that’s reasonable! I’ve had such an AMAZING life, it can seem very, very, very, very, VERY long! For you, Quilge, anything!!” He’s right, he is a busy man, and Mask respects that, he doesn’t want to slow Quilge down or BORE him with details. 

     “Alriiiiight! I’ll tell you the story! It’s very interesting! I’ll tell you about when I met James! You know James don’t you? Right? Right! I don’t know what I’d do without him.”