MASK DE MASCULINE.

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

        “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?” 

     “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. 

“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!” 

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

     OOF!!

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

what’s happening in that icon

i hate u

     “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!” 

cAREFUL!!

     SPOTS HIM!!

     WHAT AN INTERESTING WOMAN!

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.