|| Headcanon + Word or Phrase || @territorialii ||

Jewel leaves the wild hollows alone unless they're being aggressive towards her, hunting souls (human world), or causing a general ruckus in her presence. They could be right by her and she wouldn't mind unless they tried to eat her or threatened to.

While Jewel is initially calm around them, the flipside to that really is flip-switch fast and if there's violence in the air she's willing to exceed the bar for it. When provoked, she's shown to be rather cruel or risky in her ways of executing them. Some examples would be getting into their mouth just to impale ice through the roof of their mouth and skull, or pinning them to rock faces with her ice to see if they can get free.

Basically, if they're chill, she's chill. If they aren't, she's going to silence them.

|| Starters || @territorialii ||

“I know.” It’s spoken with an almost pleasant understanding.

She’s seen how quickly one could be rendered into nothing more than a pile of gore at the claws of an arrancar.

Torn apart and devoured despite never being enough...

A threat and a promise, she thought, to never get too comfortable lest she be consumed by the Devil himself.

The idea teased a smile out of her.

“S’pose I ought’a count my lucky lil stars.” she idly played with a necklace of hollow teeth and quartz that hung from her neck.

|| Starters || @territorialii ||

Jewel absorbed the question with a split second of silence before her face creased in humor.

Hah...

"'Thing is, lotta people that deal with me long enough tend ta find some sorta issue with me. Not sweet 'nuff, no manners, don't place my fucks ta give on the right things. Too violent. Too stubborn. Thinkin' I'm weak. Thinkin' I'm a no-good heathen ta hang around. Wantin' me dead. List goes on. Tch, heard it all at this point!"

Beneath the roar of the immortal city streets, people gathered for the night’s show.

Between the smoky, nicotine smiles and buzz of conversation, the overhead lights dimmed down outside of the center ring.

As the first two fighters stepped into the ring, certain groups were making their bids on who would win, who would lose, or if one would forfeit, or end up hospitalized.

Hood up, Jewel observed intently, fists balled in her jacket pockets. She had made sure to arrive earlier this time so that she could get a better view of all the action.

Tapping her foot was the best she could do to direct the suspenseful frissons down her spine, but she knew it would be her turn up there eventually.

The physical wave of the crowded underground had pushed her into another person and broke her focus.

“Shit, sorry--” She was quick to apologize to the blue haired man, “drunk bastards.”

|| Starters || @territorialii ||

If looks could kill, she would’ve given him a second hollow hole between his eyes.

Rotting in a fragile state – growling and shaking in the fleshy cage she was stuck in – she desperately wished she could move. Lunge. Claw. Impale. Prove to him that she was more than this.

All she could do was howl.

The eroding woman sat up with a graveled grunt. A shift in her tattered clothing revealed more of her exposed rib cage to the moonlight. Frostbite seamed between flesh and bone; it held her together and ate at her all at once.

“Ugh, fuck--” the pain branched through the numbness, increasingly debilitating.

“—Oi, yer the one ‘at missed the show! Other guy’s dead. ‘Ad ya been faster ya might’a seen what I could do--” she punctuated with a rasp of lost breath.

She would heal, but her zanpakuto’s bite was a bitch to bear.

Slowly, the Shinigami stood, using the rock face against her spine as leverage.

Willpower gripped her leer, though she felt pathetic inside. She couldn’t do much like this.

|| Starters || @territorialii ||

Her gaze was dark through her violet side-eye. Icy blue reiatsu smoked off of her hand as she dropped it from her bloody forehead. The wound was successfully numbed.

Beside him, an impaled hollow began its disintegration into the sands around them.

His arm was painted in a deep scarlet red.

The blood dripped down, so fresh she could taste it.

A smile teased her as she scoffed. “Tch, fishin’ fer compliments over there? I coulda gotten ‘em, y’know.”

Facing him, Jewel took in the macabre sight with a humored expression. “Messy bastard, ain’t cha? Hah, you keep things entertainin’, I’ll give ya that."

|| @territorialii || Asks ||

Don't sound so 'excited' now.

Her wheeze was barely contained. "Two pairs a'hands are better than one right? We'll be in an' out real quick. It'll be worth yer time."

A costume party was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Knowing the braggart owner had some demonic gems hidden away somewhere in his home made this all too easy. They couldn't show their true forms of course (not without causing a little drama, not that she was opposed...), but disguises were a part of the rubric! The crystals might as well already be clutched in their claws.

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It was everywhere. Jewel could shake her hakama for hours and she knew in the frosty pit of her soul that there would still be granules hidden away in some crevice, just waiting to mock her when she inevitably found them. It was more of a nuisance than anything but that didn't stop the lieutenant from complaining.

"Listen--" her tone was edged with thinly veiled annoyance, "just because you hollows live in a giant sandbox doesn't mean I'm used to it." That's what she got for sitting in it. Shoulda kept floatin' along... but she was tired. The permanent moon offered no hand in time but she felt like she had been there for days.