[Log] 05 - In the Hands of the Master
Date: 03-18-08
Characters: Aizen, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra
Summary: Grimmjow makes his report on the success (or failure) of his mission to Karakura Town.
-=[Asiento del Dios - Las Noches]=----------------------------------------------
The throne room is empty, quiet, a normal state for the rather imposing room only used for official meetings between the honored leader and his group of lackeys. The thrones are bare, clean, the floor kept pristinely swept by however many lesser Arrancar and Hollows that keep the place in a state of order but for the Espada's personal chambers. Numeros are useful for all sorts of things.
The placid silence is only broken by one thing; Grimmjow, perched atop his personal throne in a lazy, half-leaning slouch to one side, arm draped heavily over the back of the seat while the other droops onto the armrest to keep him held up. Both feet are splayed in front of him, nearly akimbo, and one sandaled foot taps a staccatto rhythm on the barren, medically white stone of the floor.
He looks.. impatient; But then again, when isn't he impatient? Grimmjow's not known to be the most understanding of the Espada, that's for sure, but being made to wait for nearly an hour after getting his summons to meet with Aizen is hardly what he would call 'entertaining'. Honestly, it's surprising that he hasn't just stood up and left at this point.
Making a subordinate wait was only one method Aizen often used to maintain order amongst his Espada. This reminded his sometimes selfish children of who held their leashes, perhaps even their lives, in his hands. Of course, it was a tactic only employed upon those in need of the lesson, the impatient, disobedient types who took matters into their own hands far too often.
Aizen made no sound as he entered. The cavernous ceiling that caused any other footstep to resound with a sharp echo seemed even to fear him. The Lord did not enter through the immense front door, but rather a door well hidden elsewhere, made for his own use and no other's and kept secret from his many children. No child need know everything.
Giving no acknowledgement to the impatient arrancar, Aizen took his own seat, towering high above the rest. Movements almost lazy, it seemed almost as if he thought the room empty and could not hear the restless tapping of Grimmjow's foot. It was not until he was settled comfortably, arms resting lightly upon the arm rests that sharp eyes finally fell upon his prey.
"Grimmjow. Did you not intend to give me a report of the goings on in Karakura Town?"
Whether invited or not, or at least not expected by his fellow Espada, it made no difference as soon the room's occupancy increased by yet one more. His own steps light on the spotless floors, Ulquiorra entered the large audience chamber perhaps not several seconds after Aizen had arrived. Orchestrated? Coincidence? Grimmjow could think what he liked, he would probably get no clear answer from either of them were he to ask.
Saying not a word as he was prone to when he slipped in on meetings like this, the half-helmed Espada paused long enough to offer a perfunctory bow to acknowledge his lord before stepping along around he side of the room towards his own place. His green eyes swept over Grimmjow in passing, his unreadable for what he could be thinking, matching his ever stolid mask.
Whatever the case may be, Grimmjow doesn't quite notice the esteemed leader until he's on that throne and getting comfortable, head turning towards the voice as it rings through the audience chamber. His head tilts, and he shifts in his seat; Still slouching, but morrored to face Aizen, while he holds his head up with one hand hooked under his mask fragment, the razor-edged teeth dangerously close to calloused fingertips.
"Che. The hell should I report besides 'Not a fuckin' thing'?" he asks, not even bothering to keep his language in check. He doesn't sit up much, but he does straighten that terrible posture of his just slightly to avoid getting railed at for being inconsiderate. Aqua eyes flick downwards as Ulquiorra enters, paying the fourth Espada little more than a disparaging glance and a sneer.
Obviously, Grimmjow isn't in the greatest of moods; He got sent to patrol the fucking town for any Shinigami and only managed to find one; A /scout/. One that had barely enough power to do a Soul Burial, much less fight off a Hollow. Or an Arrancar, for that matter.
"Not a thing," Aizen repeated, no indication of approval or disapproval in his voice. In fact, he seemed quite bored. No acknowledgement was granted to the fourth Espada, though none was needed. Ulquiorra was always welcome; in fact, his presence was quite advantageous given the distaste held for him by his much less rational fellow Espada.
"That is not how I heard the story." One finger tapped idly against the cold stone of his throne, though one with a keen eye and perhaps a bit of insight into the moods of the Lord of Hueco Mundo would find the gesture to be a none too subtle hint at the carefully restrained irritation that boiled just beneath the surface. "In fact, it seems you had quite the enjoyable time. Several dozen slaughtered humans, evidence of their demise left for all to see..."
He rose, then, but made no move towards his troublesome child. "Several blocks destroyed. Humans stirred up into a frenzy." At last, his bored tone faded and was replaced with something much sharper and more dangerous. "All this for the death of a single Shinigami."
Brief as the exchange between master and servant was, The Fourth had reached the position he had been walking towards by the time they had finished speaking. He turned so that Grimmjow was within his immediate line of sight, but he needed only turn his head slightly to see Aizen.
As usual, he remained quiet as this was not his audience, nor had he been asked his opinion. The things imparted from Aizen were nothing Ulquiorra was unaware of. The master knew everything. Of course, in this instance it might very well have been that the silent Espada was the one that provided the information for Aizen that Grimmjow was not willing to share. As the Sexta Espada had his orders back then, so too had Ulquiorra.
Number six was far from worried about his current position; He did what he was told, and just because a few insignificant humans got killed along the way doesn't mean he did anything exactly wrong. He only inclines his head a little bit when Aizen stands, predatory eyes flowwing the movement of the shinigami while only occasionally glancing towards Ulquiorra; The higher-ranked espada deserved nothing but ire from Grimmjow, anyway, much less aknowledgment, and as foolhardly as Grimmjow could be, he's not exactly stupid; He's sure that that's exactly where this information came from.
The sexta espada rolls his shoulders in a lazy shrug, a decidedly feline, fluid movement that speaks volumes of just how little he cares about the lives of a few people. "Slaughered? Che. That fuckin' shinigami decided to run like the little shit he was, and the lot of 'em got in my way." he says. It makes sense, though, that someone with so feral a mindset would be willing to tear through a crowd of people to get to his intended prey more easily, as well.
"Don't worry. I knocked a building over onto the bodies after I was done. The little shit made a damn good wrecking ball at least, when I caught him." he jokes, lips pulled back into a wide, almost manic grin of enjoyment as he relives those few precious moments in his mind.
"The fuck should it matter? You know them humans're just going to blow it off like it was just some kind of accident anyway." he comments, truthfully; Karakura's authorities reported -- At least publically -- that the deaths and destruction were due to a localized earthquake.
Though Grimmjow may have been correct in some respects, Aizen was much less indulgent with this child than he might have been with others. A feral nature was one thing, but disrespect and rebellion were simply not to be tolerated in a servant. Useful as the sixth Espada could be in a battle, especially against a Shinigami who was not used to dealing with beasts of his strength, there were limits to the amount of disobedience Aizen would tolerate. Grimmjow was fast approaching that limit.
"The humans in Karakura are of quite the special nature, Grimmjow." Eyes locked intently upon his rebellious child, gaze calm and yet somehow containing a burning anger that seemed to make the very air heavier. Or perhaps it was simply Grimmjow's imagination. "Though you may not be privy to my plans, perhaps in the future you would do well to remember who it is you serve. When instructions are given, I expect they be followed."
The air turned nearly suffocating for an instant as Aizen stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Or do you know better than I, Grimmjow?" The name of his child echoed, reverberating off the walls, the cavernous ceiling, and along with it came the thunderous crushing force of Aizen's reiatsu, falling down upon his child like the very walls themselves had come down around his ears.
Ulquiorra met Grimmjow's looks with a cool indifference as if he didn't care what the other thought about him, and that was probably not far from the truth. He looked even less interested as Number Six went ahead and admitted to what he had done, holding back a sigh as he closed his eyes. Ulquiorra knew what was coming, even before he heard speak again. Even though the focus of that great reiatsu was not upon himself, the density of it was easily sensed in such close quarters.
This has happened before, possibly many times, so Grimmjow's had enough experience with this particular situation to get himself steeled for it-- Somewhat. He manages to sit up striaght before that crushing reiatsu barells down on him like a ton of rocks, pressing him down into his chair with incredible force. It's enough for him to squint one eye shut, grit his teeth, and slouch forward in the chair; If he weren't sitting, he'd be on his knees.
"You.. Didn't.." he starts, trying to grind out words from between jaws weighed down by the increased pressure. "You didn't.. Ugh.. Say they were 'special'." he manages, from between gritted teeth, fingernails digging gouges into the stone as he tries to properly handle the fact that Aizen's trying to flatten him like a bug.
"I didn't kill that.. Ggh.. That many.. Anyway." he says, after a moment more, before simply focusing on keeping himself upright under the invisible force; It's no easy task.
Difficult as the task may be, Aizen had no intention of making it any easier. In fact, he would have been delighted to find Grimmjow on his knees, sufficiently bent and cowed. The weight increased, pressing Grimmjow firmly into the stone beneath him as if he wished to crush the last breath from his lungs. This, at least, would bring a momentary silence, a reprieve from useless protests.
"Forgive me. Perhaps I was a fool to think my orders would be obeyed without question." For all the force he had laid upon the Espada, Aizen showed not the slightest hint of strain. In fact, his expression maintained a smile that might have seemed friendly if not for the words that accompanied it. "And isn't it quite the shame that I can no longer trust you outside these walls. I could have put you to such use. The slaughter of Shinigami suits your talents more than any other Espada."
Having opened his eyes again, Ulquiorra watched as Grimmjow fought the weight bearing down upon him. Such a fool, he thought. Yet this was not unexpected of the Sexta Espada. He would fight until the last, of this, Ulquiorra was certain. He was also certain that Aizen would not completely break the Espada over a trivial matter, only remind him just who was in charge.
But would it be so wise as to lock up something so feral? The excursion was supposed to serve as respite for the restless Espada, however Ulquiorra would not disagree that Grimmjow's lack of better judgment had brought this all upon himself. He trusted Aizen on his reasonings. Some only looked at things several steps ahead, but Sousuke Aizen saw much further in leaps in bounds, if not having already have plotted out the course himself.
Just barely manages to keep from calling out for Aizen to put a stop to it when the pressure increses; He's set on proving that he can handle whatever punishment he's dealt, especially when he feels like it's undeserved. His weight is enough to chip portions of the chair off now, and his head is bowed towards his lap, mouth hanginging open, gasping fro breath. But he doesn't cry out. No noise comes from him but the grunts and groans of effort to keep from being flattened.
He even tries to speak; He manages to get a few words out. Just a few, mind you, but it seems like he was trying to say something along the lines of 'You didn't tell me not to kill ANY humans', but in either case, whether it was heard or not, he has little hope it'll stave off punishment. In fact, he fully intends on sulking quite thoroughly once he's out of this hellhole of a throne room.
There will come a day when he gets his fill of slaughter. Oh, yes. Very soon.
Only a moment longer did he allow his child to suffer beneath the weight of his reiatsu and then, as quickly as it had come, the pressure vanished as if it had never been there. With a soft breath, Aizen eased back into his throne with an expression of contentment. His expression was one of contentment, unsympathetic to the pain the might have caused his Espada.
"I will have need of your passion again, Grimmjow." With an almost casual slouch, the Lord leaned his cheek upon the back of his fist, watching the sixth Espada with what might almost be a sparkle in his eye. "Plans are now being set into motion that will require not only strength, but cunning as well. You would be wise to do nothing that will further damage my trust in you, for I would hate to turn over such tasks to Ulquiorra. He is less suited to your type of... work."
Would he ever send Ulquiorra in place of Grimmjow? Unlikely. Though he trusted the fourth Espada to know this well and see his words for what they were.
"....." No commentary was needed from him, but then Ulquiorra was hardly one for wasting his breath with such. He moved not an inch from where he had been standing, his stoic gaze still upon the struggling Espada, even after Aizen's immense reiatsu had abated. His eyes flicked towards the ex-Shinigami captain as Aizen spoke again, then allowed those green orbs to slide back towards Grimmjow, perhaps to gauge for reaction. The Espada all had their own specialties, in terms of power as well as how they operated. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were on two very opposite sides of the spectrum when it came to how they worked.
Despite the crushing punishment, Grimmjow seems to bounce back rather quickly; He spends a few moments hunched over in his seat, panting raggedly, before he pushes himself upright with a slight groan, and rakes fingers through disheveled hair in an offhanded manner, trying to get himself slightly less ruffled in appearance. There's still the sheen of sweat on his face and neck, and the slightly pained expression lingering on his features, though.
He stands after a moment more, careful to not do so too fast, and steps down off his seat with a casual grace. "As you wish, Aizen-sama." he says, making sure once again to add the honorific to the end. Too many times he'd been punished in a similar manner as that for forgetting and using an improper title. Or worse, none at all. The feral Espada casts a derogatory glance towards Ulquiorra, before jerking his upper body partially forward in a stiff bow, and rounds on heel to head towards the exit.
Characters: Aizen, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra
Summary: Grimmjow makes his report on the success (or failure) of his mission to Karakura Town.
-=[Asiento del Dios - Las Noches]=----------------------------------------------
The throne room is empty, quiet, a normal state for the rather imposing room only used for official meetings between the honored leader and his group of lackeys. The thrones are bare, clean, the floor kept pristinely swept by however many lesser Arrancar and Hollows that keep the place in a state of order but for the Espada's personal chambers. Numeros are useful for all sorts of things.
The placid silence is only broken by one thing; Grimmjow, perched atop his personal throne in a lazy, half-leaning slouch to one side, arm draped heavily over the back of the seat while the other droops onto the armrest to keep him held up. Both feet are splayed in front of him, nearly akimbo, and one sandaled foot taps a staccatto rhythm on the barren, medically white stone of the floor.
He looks.. impatient; But then again, when isn't he impatient? Grimmjow's not known to be the most understanding of the Espada, that's for sure, but being made to wait for nearly an hour after getting his summons to meet with Aizen is hardly what he would call 'entertaining'. Honestly, it's surprising that he hasn't just stood up and left at this point.
Making a subordinate wait was only one method Aizen often used to maintain order amongst his Espada. This reminded his sometimes selfish children of who held their leashes, perhaps even their lives, in his hands. Of course, it was a tactic only employed upon those in need of the lesson, the impatient, disobedient types who took matters into their own hands far too often.
Aizen made no sound as he entered. The cavernous ceiling that caused any other footstep to resound with a sharp echo seemed even to fear him. The Lord did not enter through the immense front door, but rather a door well hidden elsewhere, made for his own use and no other's and kept secret from his many children. No child need know everything.
Giving no acknowledgement to the impatient arrancar, Aizen took his own seat, towering high above the rest. Movements almost lazy, it seemed almost as if he thought the room empty and could not hear the restless tapping of Grimmjow's foot. It was not until he was settled comfortably, arms resting lightly upon the arm rests that sharp eyes finally fell upon his prey.
"Grimmjow. Did you not intend to give me a report of the goings on in Karakura Town?"
Whether invited or not, or at least not expected by his fellow Espada, it made no difference as soon the room's occupancy increased by yet one more. His own steps light on the spotless floors, Ulquiorra entered the large audience chamber perhaps not several seconds after Aizen had arrived. Orchestrated? Coincidence? Grimmjow could think what he liked, he would probably get no clear answer from either of them were he to ask.
Saying not a word as he was prone to when he slipped in on meetings like this, the half-helmed Espada paused long enough to offer a perfunctory bow to acknowledge his lord before stepping along around he side of the room towards his own place. His green eyes swept over Grimmjow in passing, his unreadable for what he could be thinking, matching his ever stolid mask.
Whatever the case may be, Grimmjow doesn't quite notice the esteemed leader until he's on that throne and getting comfortable, head turning towards the voice as it rings through the audience chamber. His head tilts, and he shifts in his seat; Still slouching, but morrored to face Aizen, while he holds his head up with one hand hooked under his mask fragment, the razor-edged teeth dangerously close to calloused fingertips.
"Che. The hell should I report besides 'Not a fuckin' thing'?" he asks, not even bothering to keep his language in check. He doesn't sit up much, but he does straighten that terrible posture of his just slightly to avoid getting railed at for being inconsiderate. Aqua eyes flick downwards as Ulquiorra enters, paying the fourth Espada little more than a disparaging glance and a sneer.
Obviously, Grimmjow isn't in the greatest of moods; He got sent to patrol the fucking town for any Shinigami and only managed to find one; A /scout/. One that had barely enough power to do a Soul Burial, much less fight off a Hollow. Or an Arrancar, for that matter.
"Not a thing," Aizen repeated, no indication of approval or disapproval in his voice. In fact, he seemed quite bored. No acknowledgement was granted to the fourth Espada, though none was needed. Ulquiorra was always welcome; in fact, his presence was quite advantageous given the distaste held for him by his much less rational fellow Espada.
"That is not how I heard the story." One finger tapped idly against the cold stone of his throne, though one with a keen eye and perhaps a bit of insight into the moods of the Lord of Hueco Mundo would find the gesture to be a none too subtle hint at the carefully restrained irritation that boiled just beneath the surface. "In fact, it seems you had quite the enjoyable time. Several dozen slaughtered humans, evidence of their demise left for all to see..."
He rose, then, but made no move towards his troublesome child. "Several blocks destroyed. Humans stirred up into a frenzy." At last, his bored tone faded and was replaced with something much sharper and more dangerous. "All this for the death of a single Shinigami."
Brief as the exchange between master and servant was, The Fourth had reached the position he had been walking towards by the time they had finished speaking. He turned so that Grimmjow was within his immediate line of sight, but he needed only turn his head slightly to see Aizen.
As usual, he remained quiet as this was not his audience, nor had he been asked his opinion. The things imparted from Aizen were nothing Ulquiorra was unaware of. The master knew everything. Of course, in this instance it might very well have been that the silent Espada was the one that provided the information for Aizen that Grimmjow was not willing to share. As the Sexta Espada had his orders back then, so too had Ulquiorra.
Number six was far from worried about his current position; He did what he was told, and just because a few insignificant humans got killed along the way doesn't mean he did anything exactly wrong. He only inclines his head a little bit when Aizen stands, predatory eyes flowwing the movement of the shinigami while only occasionally glancing towards Ulquiorra; The higher-ranked espada deserved nothing but ire from Grimmjow, anyway, much less aknowledgment, and as foolhardly as Grimmjow could be, he's not exactly stupid; He's sure that that's exactly where this information came from.
The sexta espada rolls his shoulders in a lazy shrug, a decidedly feline, fluid movement that speaks volumes of just how little he cares about the lives of a few people. "Slaughered? Che. That fuckin' shinigami decided to run like the little shit he was, and the lot of 'em got in my way." he says. It makes sense, though, that someone with so feral a mindset would be willing to tear through a crowd of people to get to his intended prey more easily, as well.
"Don't worry. I knocked a building over onto the bodies after I was done. The little shit made a damn good wrecking ball at least, when I caught him." he jokes, lips pulled back into a wide, almost manic grin of enjoyment as he relives those few precious moments in his mind.
"The fuck should it matter? You know them humans're just going to blow it off like it was just some kind of accident anyway." he comments, truthfully; Karakura's authorities reported -- At least publically -- that the deaths and destruction were due to a localized earthquake.
Though Grimmjow may have been correct in some respects, Aizen was much less indulgent with this child than he might have been with others. A feral nature was one thing, but disrespect and rebellion were simply not to be tolerated in a servant. Useful as the sixth Espada could be in a battle, especially against a Shinigami who was not used to dealing with beasts of his strength, there were limits to the amount of disobedience Aizen would tolerate. Grimmjow was fast approaching that limit.
"The humans in Karakura are of quite the special nature, Grimmjow." Eyes locked intently upon his rebellious child, gaze calm and yet somehow containing a burning anger that seemed to make the very air heavier. Or perhaps it was simply Grimmjow's imagination. "Though you may not be privy to my plans, perhaps in the future you would do well to remember who it is you serve. When instructions are given, I expect they be followed."
The air turned nearly suffocating for an instant as Aizen stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Or do you know better than I, Grimmjow?" The name of his child echoed, reverberating off the walls, the cavernous ceiling, and along with it came the thunderous crushing force of Aizen's reiatsu, falling down upon his child like the very walls themselves had come down around his ears.
Ulquiorra met Grimmjow's looks with a cool indifference as if he didn't care what the other thought about him, and that was probably not far from the truth. He looked even less interested as Number Six went ahead and admitted to what he had done, holding back a sigh as he closed his eyes. Ulquiorra knew what was coming, even before he heard speak again. Even though the focus of that great reiatsu was not upon himself, the density of it was easily sensed in such close quarters.
This has happened before, possibly many times, so Grimmjow's had enough experience with this particular situation to get himself steeled for it-- Somewhat. He manages to sit up striaght before that crushing reiatsu barells down on him like a ton of rocks, pressing him down into his chair with incredible force. It's enough for him to squint one eye shut, grit his teeth, and slouch forward in the chair; If he weren't sitting, he'd be on his knees.
"You.. Didn't.." he starts, trying to grind out words from between jaws weighed down by the increased pressure. "You didn't.. Ugh.. Say they were 'special'." he manages, from between gritted teeth, fingernails digging gouges into the stone as he tries to properly handle the fact that Aizen's trying to flatten him like a bug.
"I didn't kill that.. Ggh.. That many.. Anyway." he says, after a moment more, before simply focusing on keeping himself upright under the invisible force; It's no easy task.
Difficult as the task may be, Aizen had no intention of making it any easier. In fact, he would have been delighted to find Grimmjow on his knees, sufficiently bent and cowed. The weight increased, pressing Grimmjow firmly into the stone beneath him as if he wished to crush the last breath from his lungs. This, at least, would bring a momentary silence, a reprieve from useless protests.
"Forgive me. Perhaps I was a fool to think my orders would be obeyed without question." For all the force he had laid upon the Espada, Aizen showed not the slightest hint of strain. In fact, his expression maintained a smile that might have seemed friendly if not for the words that accompanied it. "And isn't it quite the shame that I can no longer trust you outside these walls. I could have put you to such use. The slaughter of Shinigami suits your talents more than any other Espada."
Having opened his eyes again, Ulquiorra watched as Grimmjow fought the weight bearing down upon him. Such a fool, he thought. Yet this was not unexpected of the Sexta Espada. He would fight until the last, of this, Ulquiorra was certain. He was also certain that Aizen would not completely break the Espada over a trivial matter, only remind him just who was in charge.
But would it be so wise as to lock up something so feral? The excursion was supposed to serve as respite for the restless Espada, however Ulquiorra would not disagree that Grimmjow's lack of better judgment had brought this all upon himself. He trusted Aizen on his reasonings. Some only looked at things several steps ahead, but Sousuke Aizen saw much further in leaps in bounds, if not having already have plotted out the course himself.
Just barely manages to keep from calling out for Aizen to put a stop to it when the pressure increses; He's set on proving that he can handle whatever punishment he's dealt, especially when he feels like it's undeserved. His weight is enough to chip portions of the chair off now, and his head is bowed towards his lap, mouth hanginging open, gasping fro breath. But he doesn't cry out. No noise comes from him but the grunts and groans of effort to keep from being flattened.
He even tries to speak; He manages to get a few words out. Just a few, mind you, but it seems like he was trying to say something along the lines of 'You didn't tell me not to kill ANY humans', but in either case, whether it was heard or not, he has little hope it'll stave off punishment. In fact, he fully intends on sulking quite thoroughly once he's out of this hellhole of a throne room.
There will come a day when he gets his fill of slaughter. Oh, yes. Very soon.
Only a moment longer did he allow his child to suffer beneath the weight of his reiatsu and then, as quickly as it had come, the pressure vanished as if it had never been there. With a soft breath, Aizen eased back into his throne with an expression of contentment. His expression was one of contentment, unsympathetic to the pain the might have caused his Espada.
"I will have need of your passion again, Grimmjow." With an almost casual slouch, the Lord leaned his cheek upon the back of his fist, watching the sixth Espada with what might almost be a sparkle in his eye. "Plans are now being set into motion that will require not only strength, but cunning as well. You would be wise to do nothing that will further damage my trust in you, for I would hate to turn over such tasks to Ulquiorra. He is less suited to your type of... work."
Would he ever send Ulquiorra in place of Grimmjow? Unlikely. Though he trusted the fourth Espada to know this well and see his words for what they were.
"....." No commentary was needed from him, but then Ulquiorra was hardly one for wasting his breath with such. He moved not an inch from where he had been standing, his stoic gaze still upon the struggling Espada, even after Aizen's immense reiatsu had abated. His eyes flicked towards the ex-Shinigami captain as Aizen spoke again, then allowed those green orbs to slide back towards Grimmjow, perhaps to gauge for reaction. The Espada all had their own specialties, in terms of power as well as how they operated. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were on two very opposite sides of the spectrum when it came to how they worked.
Despite the crushing punishment, Grimmjow seems to bounce back rather quickly; He spends a few moments hunched over in his seat, panting raggedly, before he pushes himself upright with a slight groan, and rakes fingers through disheveled hair in an offhanded manner, trying to get himself slightly less ruffled in appearance. There's still the sheen of sweat on his face and neck, and the slightly pained expression lingering on his features, though.
He stands after a moment more, careful to not do so too fast, and steps down off his seat with a casual grace. "As you wish, Aizen-sama." he says, making sure once again to add the honorific to the end. Too many times he'd been punished in a similar manner as that for forgetting and using an improper title. Or worse, none at all. The feral Espada casts a derogatory glance towards Ulquiorra, before jerking his upper body partially forward in a stiff bow, and rounds on heel to head towards the exit.