[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Hibiki was far from exhausted, but he was most certainly battleworn. Hueco Mundo was nothing more than a wild wasteland as far as he was concerned it still remained a place of intrigue even as he came to a skidding stop before this creature. Its voice was that of an unknown party but it was pretty easily deduced once he considered all of the possibilities for those that knew of his presence. One of which was the ebony skinned arrancar who stood idle while he and the unicorn went toe to toe. This creature had clearly been along for the ride for quite sometime if he knew who or what Hibiki was for that matter to be talking in such a fashion. One thing was for certain however and that was the fact that this figure unlike the rest of the untamed wilds that Hibiki had previously been traversing was civilized to some degree. Whether that was by design or simply its primal nature, it provided words filled with proper intent. Hibiki was for certain a trespasser but nevertheless he would heed its words. Hibiki’s gaze became fixated on its location his weapon still poised just the same as his ears.

Quote:"Foul creature, you do not belong here. Yet we are not enemies. "
"I will be giving you an item to take to your leaders. This item will be sent with a warning however. The Quincy are our enemy, Do not trust them."

The creature inched closer and Hibiki almost had the urge to crush it in his grasp. This wasn’t because the creature offended him but the fact that it was an object of the enemy. However when this urge came across he stopped only when he felt the creatures mouth stop talking and its tongue exit its mouth instead of words. He would take the creature's words with a grain of salt, yet he was relatively certain it was nothing more than a ploy. Hibiki had to consider the possibility of such considering the captain commander haad taken it upon himself to reduce their numbers or more importantly that a gate of hell opened up and no sooner closed. The circumstances were odd and things seemed to be falling too perfectly into place. He soon took the finger and dropped the figure upon the ground with his new found prize in tow. He would take this creatures words as food for thought before taking off into the distance once again simply slipping into the shadows of the forest once more. Upon doing so he would remove his shinigami phone from his pockets to deliver a message to the very man who brought him here, Tenzen Oda.

Quote:
To: Captain Oda
From Hibiki Maeda:
“Captain Oda, my mission is completed and I am ready for retrieval”

The message was short and sweet but by the end of it all the only thing that remained was the message that was left with Hibiki and his intention to leave. Infiltration by any other means would’ve been preferable yet Hibiki was still able to complete the task at hand. Whether or not this would warrant his death upon his return was another story. It was only a matter of time before things panned out. Would Hibiki suffer the unyielding fate of death or would he be left to rejoin his brothers within the 11th division.

 

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As he sat there, they filed in one by one. Each with their own entrances, some obnoxious, some reserved, some with the intent of entertainment, some with the intent to hide. The Boca sent the conversations had back live. He knew everything the Boca saw and heard. Their voice was his.
First came Enrico as fast as lightning, along with him was a pink haired Arrancar. Aragon knew of Enrico but seldom entertained his antics. With a resounding boom he endured in a display of power for all to see, and then he sat down. Another farce of power displayed like a child throwing a tantrum. Again like always, Aragon remained seated, remained calm, unmoving and unwavering towards the liar kings power. The one next to him was small and masked, her power if any was shrouded in the Fourth Espadas.
Nick lazily walks into the room, finds his Espada chair and sits. Resting his head down on the table and staring at Aragon with his beady, annoying eyes. Max made his way to stand near the throne, then eventually sit upon it. The new Arrancar Galia was stationed near the door looking uneasy and fresh. Suddenly the ceiling burst in, to no surprise to many Aragon would hope. The Crow of Hueco Mundo, flew through with a speed that rivaled many in the room. Elliora made her rounds making sure every single person was greeted. So that all eyes could be on her at least once, and she made sure of it. Even so much as daring to lean in and give Aragon a peck on the cheek. The woman really knows no bounds. She finds her way to Aragon's God King prospect, Max taunting him with a hundred questions. Still Aragon remained immovable to the rooms commotion.
The Pink hair Arrancar, would then make a decision for herself. She walked over to the Sixth chair, sitting in it without a word. Aragon smiled at this. Max would then silence the crows and give his first impression to many.
"Arrancar... Espada. I am Maximiliano Zacarías and I am your new God. I do not ask for worship and I do not ask for you to kneel. The strong do not do these things, the strong bow to no one. What I do ask is that you all follow me, follow me so that we may lay waste to the Quincy who irrespetado (Disrespected) our race centuries ago and went unpunished. I ask for you to follow me so that we may harvest the powers of those Fullbringers for our selves. I ask that you follow me... So that we may annihilate the Shinigami and build a new Las Noches atop their bones. So, any questions, amigos?"
To this the presence of others could be felt outside. The Vasto Lorde was nearing Las Noches at an astounding speed. Aragon also felt his Boca make contact with many beings. Some positive others negative, as expected of a race made of monsters. No matter, so far everyone was silent for the most part. If anyone wanted to make their claim for god king, now was as good a time as any. As the meeting was about to be underway, Aragon's nose winced at yet another Arrancar making it into the room. He was trying to hide but no one hides from Aragon. This must be the one the Boca guided back post haste. He sat in the Fifth Espada seat after taunting the other fresh looking Arrancar. Yet Aragon refrained from spoiling his fun.
Finally as many as the Arrancar that were going to come, did. The Primera and Segunda Espada were too proud to be called to a meeting it seems. No matter, Aragon figured they didn't care who sat upon the throne as long as their were entertaining and strong. Max seemed to be both. Aragon had enough of this petty. As they sat in the hall the destroyed doors and building were as if brand new again.
All this commotion and still, The Third Espada refuses to react or break his stern silence.
Until.
The Boca Arrive

A white Boca, not unlike the others. Except the third and second eye nested in its round blaco face. It hovered over to Aragon where it began to speak; " Master, We send uh da package and da messages, jus' like you ask us ta do. PlEaSe EaT us now!" Aragon's smile turns into a frown. His stoic and almost statue like posture suddenly snapping. All around would not see but a single inch of Aragon move, yet the Boca would be slammed into the table in front of him. As the table is crushed and then instantly starting to repair. Aragon's hand can be seen tucked deeply inside the Boca's... ear? He doesn't really know nor care. He keeps crushing the Boca until it fits into the size of his hand. Taking the Boca as it squelches and pleads with join and pleasure. He crunches down on it and with a brilliant white glow, any single ailment is alleviated instantly. Any spent reiatsu is fully replenished, and the old reiatsu pushes out as Reiryoku, the table cracks again, this time with enough force to push the other Espada back in their chairs. The glow fades away and Aragon is standing released in his Ressureccion. He lets out a small breath and flicks his hand into the air. Now standing, the walls slide and open up around the meeting room. Revealing giant windows that showed a vast distance of Hueco Mundo around them.
The glaring sun above them now shining deeply into their hall. He would sit down once more as the giant Sun would dim into an eclipse, one to signify their meeting's start. Just as his back rested against his chair, the sun would open up to reveal a giant pink dragon eye. Glaring at all of Hueco Mundo.

His glasses now gone, everyone could see the deathly seriousness in Aragon's eyes. Anyone to make a shamble of the meeting from here on out would be punished personally.
" So, Shall we begin?"
The Eye gives off a pink glow, as if charging something ominous, Aragon Continues. " As Max stated, We need our first front to be the Quincy. I hate to admit it, but the Shinigami still have the Captain that cut us down. Most of you are too young to remember this. The Shinigami are currently too powerful for us to take on, we need more Arrancar and we can use the Human world for this to happen. Max can explain more."
He would wrap his arms in his cloak and await the response of the others.

 

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Listen Here!

It wouldn't be incorrect for one to say that Elliora had quite the profound effect on the man. In fact, he knew exactly what he sensed and what he saw. Sight even when he found himself within a building was something odd indeed, but those close to the man and even those who heard the whispers about him were sure to know that he was hailed for having eyes that could see everywhere and everything. Not even a single detail was lost with this unique vision of his. As the lines forming around him grew larger with Elliora's incoming arrival, Enrico's cantankerous expression turned into one of sheer bliss for a split-second before the woman came crashing in, greeting him in a way that was unique to the two of them. The thud lingers on his ears as Elliora's words serenade the man softly, drilling themselves into the man's head. Like a lullaby, her words manager to sway his attitude quite a bit.
Why was the King of worlds losing his composure? Although it was frustrating to admit, the title of God-King had a way of tilting him, as always. Despite this and his innate worth that surpassed all but his beloved, the man had let someone who he perceived as beneath him anger him. Unlike others who laid claim to what was his, Enrico never thought the title of God-King to be his. No, it was far to convoluted of a thing to speak on. Adding the word God before such a title only tarnished it. In the Fourth Espada's mind, even a God could be made to bow to a true King. And as the King of all things in existence, Enrico refused to lower himself to such a despicable standard. Numbers mattered not to the man, as that was subject to change at any given moment. Even his Queen's curious nature bothered him not. He knew that she could do what she pleased, when she pleased, because she truly cared for him as he cared for her. Those present were unaware of how she greeted and assessed others and they had fallen right into her hands. Like the composer of a symphony, she had elegantly planted the seeds of discord. Yet, their responses were lackluster.
The False King rose from his chair as the so-called "God-King" exerted his Reiatsu, utilizing his own to combat this attempt at forcing them into submission. So long as he exerted his presence, the Espada would do the same. Those who fell victim to the forces working at hand, in particular the effect of Avarice that his Reiatsu carried were better off dead. One who didn't belong in this room was to simply exit. After all, the "adults" were talking. As if he had forgotten his own origins, the False King began to chuckle as Max spoke, erupting into an audible bit of laughter after he finished speaking and inquired as to whether or not the rest of them had questions. Taking note of Abraam's arrival as he had Elliora's, Enrico would begin to speak as he took note of everyone within the room, Aragon especially, as he seemed the most eager to serve this new God-King. Spiritual Pressure continued to pool around the Fourth Espada, particularly within both of his optics that rested on Max. He was going to speak, but the sudden release of Aragon's Ressureccion kept his words plastered to the inside of his mouth. Surely, there would be some explanation that followed Aragon's show of power, which is likely to be cut short by the rather intriguing Vasto Lorde closing in. While not particularly perterbed, Enrico's chuckle continued as he spoke loud enough for all of those within the room to hear.

"Really!? This is your divine display? A sun that looks like the nether regions of a human and a 'God King' that believes someone such as myself weak enough to fall victim to his Reiatsu? Even Vincent wasn't foolish enough to believe a simple show of power would be enough to contain me. Hahaha! I can't help but be fascinated by all of this! Elliora, my love, my Queen, what do you make of this?" Enrico's inquiry went directly to the woman whom he knew best, perhaps she could provide some input, or maybe even some action given the circumstances.
"Look, Max, as Aragon calls you — since you're both good friends, y'know." A slight scoff came with these words as Enrico truly could not believe those before him. "I don't particularly care for how you present yourself. Your entire speech, it lacks the arrogance that a rightful King should have. The air of superiority... You simply lack it!" Exclaiming these words in front of everyone else as he freely walked away from his seat, positioning himself only a meter behind it, Enrico continued. "I don't know exactly why you've decided to go against the Quincy, but I can appreciate such a smart ploy. From one King to someone claiming to be a 'God-King,' take my advice when I say that maybe you shouldn't be so quick to order me of all people around. I came here to see what all the fuss was about, but this, really!? I'm honestly quite shocked. Everything you speak of can be done whenever I please, Arrancar." An intentional blow slips from his mouth as he refers to the man laying claim to the throne as a mere numerous. He's aware of exactly what he's doing in this very moment. Hopefully, someone will act up so that he can bash their skull in. Though, oddly enough, Enrico doubts that Max won't answer his questions — after all, he did invite them to ask them.
"Alright, I won't be calling you 'God-King,' nor do I recognize you as such. However, you are a tactician, I, Enrico Echeverría recognize that, at least. You have power, but it isn't enough to make me really listen to your orders. Perhaps you can make a more enticing offer? I do fancy souls that are aged. Do you have any to offer a true King, Max? If not, then I'll be departing momentarily, you mongrel." While not blind to Aragon's actions nor anyone else's, the Espada sees no reason to talk to anyone else right now. Even though his eyes are on Max, Galia would feel a scrutinizing set of eyes upon him while Enrico talked. Was he, perhaps, eyeing a meal? Fine wine was phenomenal, but freshly crushed prey in the form of a newly evolved Arrancar was sure to be good, too. For now, he'd let Abraam do what he wished with the Arrancar that seemed out of place. The man's election to ignore but keep track of the others was indeed intentional. Everyone, save Elliora, mattered not to the man. Craving knowledge, he asked what others were likely thinking — why should they care?

 

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Izeel soared through the skies with his destination clear in mind despite what he knew awaited him there. All hollow knew the imminent threat that the evolved Arrancar possessed which is why many hollow tended to hide in Forest of Menos to avoid encountering them. Anybody in his shoes easily just waved off such a notion and stayed clear of Las Noches altogether with the information he had about them. Though Izeel was not like most hollow and event other people, he kept a look full of excitement and intrigue about him. It's been years since he discarded the notion of fear, and mocked those who still experienced it. They were race born to become the embodiment of fear, and living in Hueco Mundo, death is always the outcome no matter who you are. Out of all races that exist only the hollows are treated as monsters hunted by all the moment they are born; death marked their very existence. This was something Izeel enlightened intellect helps him realize a long time ago plus, if he spent worrying about what would kill him every day then he misses out the perfect opportunity to study the predator attempting so. Did this make him mad? Most definitely.
Izeel was someone who feared more about not being able to help educate the historically challenged out there then any consequence he may suffer. Soon, the sights of Las Naches appeared before him on the horizon along with the presence of the powerful being that lurked inside. Upon reaching a half-mile away he instantly masked all of his reiatsu for the time being, devouring the strange Boca followed by a rapid descent to the ground. He paused for a second doing a very careful scan of the entire area making sure there was no one with eyes on him and afterward made a lump move down his arm. While this strange mass traveled down his forearm heading toward his palm it had a small beating motion. Stopping it just at his forearm Izeel used his brute strength to drive his entire arm deep into the sand so it was buried within it, and made one clean incision with his stinger slicing off his arm by the shoulder. By the time he cut off his arm with a small cringe, the lump moved to the palm placing it safely deeper into the sands. Once that was accomplished his left arm already started to regenerate back, and made haste the rest of the way on foot. His wings went back into his body while his entire form seemed to be diminishing down to his smaller form.
Less then half the distance away Izeel took notice the sun in the sky seemed to have a mysterious eye open up. The process would have finished when Izeel was only a few feet away from the building. With how things were going only fueled the interest that Izeel has driven him to attempt something so dangerous. Around the time he decided to let himself in through the front doors he managed to catch wind of what he believed to be the start of the meeting from what Aragon and Enrico said. Before just cutting in on the conversation at hand no matter how intriguing it was, he waited out for Enrico to finish his peace.
"My I love what you have done with this place...oh apologies where is my manners. Mi nombre es Izeel Camaxtli, and why you shouldn't just kill me well I am getting to that. Oh before that the shinigami you speak of is Sōsuke Aizen along with his two lackeys accompanied him: Gin Ichinose and Koname Tōsen. The Arrancar before us was foolish enough to trust in a non-Arrancar to look out for our interest and they paid for such an ignorant mistake."
He performed a small bow turning his audience toward Max who was proclaiming himself as the god-king. The entire time Izeel spoke with a calming and polite demeanor. Though he was a bit mad he was not a fool by any chance, showing no hostile actions towards all present in the room, but he kept his spiritual energy concentrated throughout his entire body to act offensively or defensively if the situation called for it.
"I know a large majority of events that help define Hueco Mundo into what it is...into what we are all now. If you wish to learn of our history than I can help you with that, but more importantly a true strategist knows the best way to defeat your enemy is to learn about them. History is what defines all Quincy, Shinigami, and Fullbringer alike along with their secrets. Allow me to join and I can promise you what I bring to this table is much more useful than acting out on your barbaric needs to just simply kill. Just because they treat us as mindless monsters doesn't mean we must stoop down to that level."
His attention kept fully on the Arrancar present each of them possessing exquisite tasting energy. Stopping to waiting to see the outcomes of such brazen play he studied them all looking for anybody, facial, and indications of hostility. Would this new era Arrancar learn from the mistakes of their ancestors, or would they simply give in to the monstrous nature that has come to define hollows? This was Izeel greatest delight of not knowing what outcomes were to be expected which only made him give a toothy grin expressing his anticipation in such a moment. In the end, they wished for Arrancar to continue to be the apex race that ruled above all and Izeel was eager to help play his role for such a big event that would define their history. Only death would stop Izeel from taking part in this, and that is why he was so happily willing too put his life on the line.

 

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”Huh? Wha? Why’d he leave?”
Marcos’s head turns in the same direction Vincent and his entourage. He, not unlike the others, had felt that twisted, disgusting spiritual pressure despite the distance between him and the keeper of that hellish power. While he wasn’t present to witness the battle between Vincent, Aragon, Max and the Togabito—he had felt the heavy domineering reiatsu of God-King Vincent, that is until he couldn’t anymore. He turns his focus back to the Arrancar that, like the statues he created, stands motionless before him.
”Now, as for YOU friend wrecker! You’re gonna make up for what you’ve done!”
He declares, leaning in to shout at the silent and idle Arrancar. Every other action of the Primera appeared distorted, as if there were two of the espada, mirroring the actions of the other. Blinking appears to restore one’s vision. Was it simply a matter of one’s eyesight? Was the espada showing a display of speed, producing an afterimage from his simplest of actions? Questions that bore only more questions, demanding further observation into the Grinning Schemer.
Impatiently staring down the younger Arrancar, he’s halted by a loud and thunderous roar. A hollow’s wail, deep and primal it stretches across the expanse of the desert that dominates this world of hollows. There are many who buckle under the weight of its volume across the vast desert. Just what was that noise? Where did it come from? Could it be...Vagido, and if so...who’s? Undoubtedly these are all things that those who heard the cry had wondered.
”GAH! WHO DID THAT?! WHOEVER YOU ARE, PIPE DOWN!”
Marcos shouts out angrily, shaking and waving his arms and fists towards the air, as if it was the heaven’s themselves who had rudely disturbed him with their racket. The man appears crazed, beyond reason or sanity.

The Espada turns his head as something, somewhere piques his interest and draws his attention. Just what could it b-

“Vincent has been captured by a Togabito from Hell. The throne is vacant, and I have a single prospect unless one of you is so bold enough to claim the title for yourself. He is calling the Espada and any Arrancar to converge in the New Las Noches castle, Just follow the light of the sun.”
A floating sphere of black hovers in the air before the Primera, a single eye peering disgustingly towards the purple haired male.

”Wha?Talk about a face that only a mother could love.”
The Primera remarks, face twisted and upturned in a moment of disgust. He reaches out, sharpened nail poking at the creature’s body.
“Please, consume us, you'll need your strength to cross the desert.”
The creature begs and pleads, right before Marcos’s nail jabs that single eye from his investigatory poking. The creature, this...boca, a name that remains unknown and foreign to the Primera does not cry out or respond as one would do when in pain. Instead, it appears to relish in the torment. It is a reaction that sends the Espada into a fit of hysteria, his laughing excessively loud as tears spill from the corners of his bulging eyes.

”AHAHAHAHAHAHAH, YOU GOTTA BE KITTEN ME!!! Listen Jimmy, it’s alright to call you Jimmy right? Of course it is!”
Marcos begins a one sided conversation with the floating booger, capturing the thing between his index finger and his thumb. He waltzes over, free arm draping itself over the other Arrancar’s neck, turning the Boca to face them, all the while keeping it held firmly between his digits.
”Anyway’s, Jimmy. Me and my new pal here are busy. We’re goin on an adventure! Thanks for the invite but be honest. This whole thing sounds like it's gonna be boring, am I right or am I right?”
He turns to the Arrancar, winking at him and giving him a nudge, cuing him to co-sign, yet doesn’t bother to wait for the affirmation of his forced co-conspirator.
”Of course I’m right! See, I knew you’d agree with me. I always said you were a man of vision. So there you have it, send my regards to everyone! Hugs and Kisses and laughs!”
He speaks with little pause between his words, giving neither the Boca or the Arrancar room to interject or get a word in. With a single flick, the Boca is hurtled miles away, well beyond one’s natural ability to see. With arm still hung around the neck of the young stoney boy, he forcefully tugs him along, forcing the boy to accompany him on his whimsical excursion.
”Oh, right. Stone friend #3, what was your name again? Cus I can just tell, we’re gonna be the bestest of friends!”
He heartily exclaims, still pulling and tugging, free arm swinging as he takes long and exaggerated strides. As he heads in one direction, the espada, arrancar and even some hollows gather and convene at the newly established castle of Los Noches, heeding the call of the Tres Espada, and the new Master to whom he has sworn loyalty to. Aragon, the one most loyal to Vincent, his devoutest of followers has become the first to kneel before another.
How cheap the price of the Terror of Las Noches’s fealty. There was a storm of change brewing within Hueco Mundo, would the other espada, seasoned and established follow the lead of the one they once called Primera...or, would the gathering of powers clash, becoming yet another catastrophe for the Hollow born, leaving a power vacuum in not only the seat of God King, but the ranks of the espada as well?