ohmyarceus | January - February Test drive

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January - February Test drive

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Grimmjow held the screen up for Ichigo to read, shrugging his shoulders defensively. "It says stupid shit," he decided.

Cubone giggled brightly at her, and started ripping the berry up into small and large chunks, using a little bit of stringshot as a plate and making sure to split the berry as closely to half as he could before sitting down to enjoy his big chunks. He may or may not have been blushing, it was hard to tell with the skull on his head.

"The alphabet here is fucking weird. But I think you can set it to speak the information to you?" Ichigo squinted at the letters, doing his best to interpret it. "Okay, I think the one they're eating isn't human safe. Which, hey, there's not much left anyway."

The way Cubone had divided the the berry had her trilling brightly. Once the makeshift plate was filled, she was more than happy to sit and tuck into it with gusto.

He relaxed a little when Ichigo put it like that, nodding his head. "Makin' it talk would be a hell of a lot easier," he agreed, and snorted at the pokemon. "Well, at least they know how t'feed themselves." One less thing for him to worry about. Cubone was his fraccione and he wasn't going to abandon the little guy, even if he was shit at fighting.

Cubone finished off his half and licked his little paws before getting up to run over to Ichigo. "Cubine!" he said brightly, waiving his little paws.

"I figured it out on mine, so I can walk you through doing it on your own." Ichigo suspected that the issue wasn't just the strange alphabet, but he wasn't going to comment on it. Yet. "And yeah, that's a good thing. I think there's probably food we can buy for them in towns, but if you have the same amount as me, it's not a lot."

Vox finished her own helping off and then trotted over next to Cubone. She promptly sat and started washing her paws and using them to wash her little fuzzy face.

It definitely wasn't, but Grimmjow wasn't ready to admit that just yet. "Thanks," he growled. "I wouldn't know what a lotta food is, anyway. How much is he supposed to eat? How often? Why don't they tell ya this shit?" He reached out, knocking his knuckle on Cubone's head gently.

The little pokemon wailed, waiving his little arms.

"Well, humans learn from example from our parents. But hollows don't have that, so it's gonna be a learning process." Ichigo dug out his own pokedex, guiding Grimmjow through a few screens. And then he kicked the man in the leg a little. "Don't bully 'im. He's still just a baby, basically."

Vox, as helpful as she could be, sniffed at Cubone's cheek. "Pix?"

Grimmjow huffed, but reached down to rub the spot he'd knocked. "Gross," he decided.

"Cuuuuu," Cubone replied, gesturing at Grimmjow and chattering at her, more or less telling her he was stuck looking after this giant pokemon that didn't know how to pokemon.

Ichigo just rolled his eyes and kept walking Grimmjow through the pokedex. "Okay, now check the third box down, and it'll speak the information from scans."

Vox nodded in understanding. "Vul. Pix." Her giant pokemon carried her like a pup, which was honestly pretty nice.

Grimmjow poked the third box, and let out a sigh of relief as the Pokedex responded with a "voice to text activated". "Thank fuck," he grumbled.

Cubone paused to think hard for a moment, then scampered to Grimmjow's unpacked items, grabbing the apron and bringing it over to Grimmjow, holding it up and bouncing a few times.

"I'm the one's in charge, bonehead," Grimmjow said, even as he was accepting the apron and looking it over.

Flipping his own 'dex shut, Ichigo put it back in his pocket. "Aizen wasn't big on reading, I'm guessing?" Seeing the apron had him smiling a little. "Ah, you have one, too." He reached down and picked Vox up, stroking her fur. "Far as I can tell, there's like two roles you can have. A pokemon trainer who tries to catch every kind of pokemon. And breeders, who work on getting pokemon to make babies with certain moves or with a rare coloration. They call them 'shiny' pokemon."

"No," Grimmjow agreed, trying very hard to pretend that they weren't talking, as he carefully pulled the apron on, tied it behind his back. "Just enough of th' numbers to know what captain we were killin'," and then he flashed Ichigo a feral grin.

The explanation of rolls, though... "Which kind's stronger?"

"Well, this alphabet is weird as hell, so we'll just learn it together, I guess." At least he had some experience with English, which the letters were kind of similar to.

"Y'know, I honestly don't know. I think breeders can get more loyalty than trainers, just 'cause you want the pokemon to be happy and like you so that they'll cooperate with the breeding efforts. But that's my opinion. But that apron means you've been assigned as a pokemon breeder, though." Vox yawned in his lap, pawing at the sagging front of his apron.

Grimmjow frowned down at himself, then looked at the Cubone. "D... do they just... split or somethin'? An' I thought you said this one was a baby," he eyed his Cubone warily as the little thing started climbing up his leg.

"Cu! Bone!" He grunted with each inch gained.

"They never really went into that in the game. I didn't play much, but my sisters did, and I think there was a place you could leave a male and a female pokemon at, and then when you went to pick them up there would be an egg to pick up, too. So I have no idea how they breed."

Ichigo helped Vox back into the front of his apron, then grinned at Cubone. "I think he wants you to carry him the way I have Vox. Which means you might need to loosen it around your neck."

Grimmjow hummed, grabbing the Cubone under the arms and holding him up, giving him a long looking-over again. "Well. I ain't leavin' him alone somewhere," he decided, and set Cubone on his lap as he loosened the neck portion.

And then the little guy scrabbled into the front of the apron. "Cubone!"

Oh. Oh. That was way better looking on Grimmjow than it had any right to be. Cubone looked thrilled, and Grimmjow looked… good.

Grimmjow also looked oblivious, watching Cubone shuffled around in his apron to settle against his chest and fall asleep, his little tummy full from the large berry. He tightened the neck up, just enough to be sure Cubone would be securely supported before looking up at Ichigo and blinked. "What?"

“Nothing.” That he was willing to admit to. Ichigo made sure Vox was secure and that his bag was packed again before shrugging it back onto his shoulders. “Wanna stick together?”

Grimmjow reached down to repack his bag, grunting softly when Ichigo gave him a non-answer. "Yeah. You know about this shit," and he didn't. Ichigo was the one person he trusted not to take advantage of that fact. "So... those Quincy I was about to fight. The fuck was up with 'em?"

"Their leader? Apparently, the son of the Soul King. He wanted to kill his father and blur the lines between the worlds. And he could control all Quincies. Including me, because apparently my Mom was one." Was Ichigo still upset about all the secrets and lies his father told him? Absolutely. But there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. "He took Halibel prisoner. She lived, I helped save her, but, y'know, watch out for that if we get sent back?"

Grimmjow side-eyed Ichigo for a long moment. "What the fuck are you, a little bit of everything? No wonder you kick everything's ass," he grumbled, slouching over his napping pokemon. "Human an' Soul Reaper an' Hollow an' Quincy. That much crap mixed up we're fuckin' lucky you don't just blow up an' rip a hole in the universe," he grumbled, glowering at Ichigo like it was his fault he was a mutt.

"I know, right?!" Ichigo would have completely thrown his own hands up in disbelief, but Vox was making adorable little snoring sounds. "My dad was a captain, who abandoned his position to save the life of my mom. She was a Quincy who got infected with hollow reiatsu from, get this, one of Aizen's experiments. I didn't even know about her until the big boss of the Quincies broke Zangetsu and I got to basically have like a few hours to say my goodbyes before potentially failing to keep reality from falling apart." Was he still bitter? Very. "At this point? I think the only thing I'm not is a pokemon."

Grimmjow frowned, brow furrowing as listened to Ichigo's explanation. "If your dad was a fuckin' Captain, why the fuck did he leave all the fightin' to you?" he demanded. "You idiots talk like protectin' family is so damn important, then why the fuck don't you act like it?"

Though talking about family made him look down at Cubone again... and rubbed its head a little as it napped against his chest.

“Probably to punish me for my Mom’s death.” Really, it was the only thing Ichigo could come up with. Never mind that his parents had never told him about hollows or how to identify them. Never mind that he’d been a child of nine. Surely, his father’s training methods were also part of the punishment as well.

Grimmjow let out a low growl. "Next time you see 'im you fuckin' point me at 'im," he replied simply. He didn't know anything about Ichigo's mom or her death, but he knew one thing for certain. Ichigo didn't hurt anybody, let alone kill them, unless he had no other choice.

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