#pdll

What's up gang. Heard you like bunny boys.

It's Punchdrunk! 👊👊👊

Then Palacio de la Luna may just be the place for you! 

We're a group set in an AU version of Hueco Mundo, specifically in a Gothic-style Palace governed by an escapee from Las Noches. The group accepts solely characters of the Arrancar race as well as Arrancar OC's! So if you have any weird and wonderful Own Characters laying around which want a place to belong, come take a peek at the Palace!

We look forward to seeing you here~

Maid:  Cleaning duties. 

Ulquiorra Schiffer

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Gardener:  Helping in gardens.

Kishara D Cross

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Cyan Sung-Sun

N'Rae Imityri

Cook:  Cooking for the inhabitants.

Kishara D Cross (Baking)

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Dish Washing:

N'Rae Imityri

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Repairs:  Repairs will need to be done in the Palace--Involves anything from plumbing to electrics.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

N'Rae Imityri 

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Protection (Knight, if you like.): Duty is to make sure no stray lesser/mad/wild Hollow get into the Palace and damage it.  

Yylfordt Granz

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Other?:  (Please give any suggestions)

Music Room cleaning duty:

Grimmjow woke with a stretch having had a good night's sleep. He didn't need the rest, having done virtually nothing for pretty much the whole time he'd been at the Palace, but he did just because he didn't know about anything else he could do to fill in the hours. Enquiries about entertainment would have to be made, and soon if the owners didn't want destruction to reign over this forsaken place. After slipping on his crumpled white uniform, the Espada made his way down to what he knew as the Dining Hall for some food to fill the hole lol in his stomach. 

On the way down, the observant Cat took notice of various things that hadn't been there the previous day--Brightly coloured wreathes and ribbons, weird vegetables dotting some places... It seemed almost suspicious to the bluenette who narrowed his eyes at the scene before him. "The fuck did those bitches do to this place?" He asked aloud, wondering about the reason for the further enhancement of the already over-thought scenery. To Grimmjow, it was just sickly and reminded him far too much of humans to be good; He questioned if the owners had some sort of weird fascination with the weak race and wondered if he'd have to beat it out of them to get some decency in the place he now inhabited. 

When he reached the Hall, he was greeted by a notice board which read "The Harvest Festival" which described the goings on for the next two days, though his eyes skimmed over the text briefly without really getting to know what the hell it was. The blue orbs paused near the end of the block of writing where he read:

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez — Soil Preparation

This caused a raised eyebrow; A job? For him? Next came the job description.

Soil Preparation: After the harvesters have done their job, these guys come in to do their stuff. Upturning the soil and adding compost, basically getting the old soil ready for its next batches of crops.