The space within Las Noches was undeniably vast. It was an impressive building that seemed to have spanned much farther than he originally anticipated. I could have also very well been possible that this castle is also much larger than the last white monstrosity that once stood atop the white sands of Hueco Mundo. Freshly built from days ago, apparently from the arrancar who was made into like a frozen drink that the humans enjoyed. The word for it escaped him at the time but Elliora likened it to be one of her favorite
”snacks” or treats. Honestly, whatever floats her boat. So long as it's not as his entire expense, as the running gag was between the two of them as it were. There was a space similar to an atrium within the center of the castle. But it was large enough to rival Central Park in New York City. The ivory dunes waved the scenery, accompanied by white pillars made from some type of hardened brick from the sands of the desert. They littered the atrium, sticking out from the ground sparsely but make no mistake, that was all that it was made up of. A sky could be seen, unlike the night sky that existed outdoors of these hallowed halls that was carrassed by the moon and sat in the sky just above the tallest parapet. It was blue, with clouds. Another thing that made
The Lizard’s skin crawl, it was very unlike the dreariness he had come to expect from a place rife full of ravenous killers. But incidentally enough it was the only space that allowed him to train uninhibited by outside forces, so the blue sky would have to be ignored.
It was quiet out in this space, without even a sigh of wind to keep the Arrancar company as he made his rounds on the four corners of this blank canvas with his Sonido to test his own limits and to limber up for anything he may put himself through. A gust of white sand would leap into the air with every visible step taken as he sauntered across the ivory sea. He moved quickly, near unseen by the naked eye until he placed down his foot with more strength to dig into the sands and change his direction. Now on his sixtieth lap around Grand Central Las Noches, he then halts himself suddenly, kicking up a wave of white. He looks on as he eyes the length of the expanse, unbothered he lifts his right arm and as he flexes his fingers and thumb, a fiery circle of reiatsu is formed inches from his palm.
He then focuses his might within the energy formed, placing his ideals, strength and his soul within this very blast. Things he has done many times in the past. His arm still, void of vibration or hesitation he closes his palm with the growing energy within it. A green light gleams from the openings in his tanned fist, he feels the power surge through his arm, then through his body. Bottling it, allowing it to fizz over like a mentos in a carbonated setting. He was testing his limits while trying to find new boundaries. His hand now glows with green, tightly compact into a green coating with highly destructive properties. He then took his left hand and bit roughly into his scaled hierro, managing to break the layers and reveal the red ooze that lay within. He placed his left hand atop his right wrist, instantly, the blood started to drip onto his right hand, which had an interesting effect nonetheless making the shade of the glow on his hands went considerably dark. A sinister dark green that could shroud any sunlight or darkness, that near bordered on the lines of grey-green. A different sensation came over him this time around, something in which he hasn’t felt in a long time. A feeling he was convinced he was completely void of, he felt…..
good. Great even, he felt like he just tapped into a different level of power, just by the mere addition of his blood. He held a certain stance now, the power was starting to become heavy, however this arrancar was a master in spiritual prowess, it would take much more than the weight of his possible new technique to throw his focus off balance. While not highly dignified, he took his mental capacity fairly seriously, and boasts great mental stability when performing techniques in the way of energy.
”Hey that looks great, amigo!"
Without warning, a very acute lack in hesitation. Abraam quickly swung on his heel with his loaded right fist, upon the forty-five degrees in the turn his heel stopped and he incidentally fired his newfound maneuver just short of the towering figure that stood a meter behind him. Luckily for him, he missed by mere inches as the blast would sail past the mans pale cheek and long luscious black hair. The green-grey ball fired was small, a singular attack but not a long stream of energy. It made impact somewhere far down the lengths of this atrium but the implosion upon doing so…..was similar in fashion to the blast that leveled Hiroshima. A green mushroom cloud mixed with grains of white sand and grey smoke from what was once a wall and some pillars which were in the way of the unsuspected trajectory of the blast.
His arm was still raised, he was visibly panting from the exertion of energy, nearly without strength, he was close to dropping to one knee before the God-King but a sudden adrenaline fueled him once he recognized the stature and the voice in which made him recognizable. He stood straight and quickly caught his breath, releasing his hand from the fist blood began to flow to his hand again. He took his golden orbs to the God-King, he wasn’t entirely pleased he interrupted his recent discovery with his nonchalant ways, he hadn’t even heard him come up to him in that time he started to create his new attack. Wondering what he could want with him at this particular time, all that came to mind was more talking and boasting which frankly he wasn’t particularly in the mood for this time around. However, he figured if he came all this way to look for him, it had to have been somewhat important. His reiatsu poured from him, either inadvertently or by design, it would drown out any other in the immediate area includings his but he wasn’t focusing it to kill or subdue, he was doing it as a makeshift shield around the two arrancar.
”What's his game here…? If he plans on killing me, he chose the wrong creature.” he thought. Not as a boast or to imply he would have the capability to destroy Maximillian, but merely to say that he chose the wrong creature as he poses no threat to his kingdom. However, he also knew from that short display of power from a few days ago that was thought by him to be among one of the most chaotic meetings ever forged by monsters. As they stare at each other, the silence is palpable but they both see no hostility within their windows and with that taken note of, the God spoke.
”Abraam Nessa” he was wondering how on Hueco Mundo did he knew his entire name?
”I have a task for you to accomplish for me, one that needs to be done with discreción and tact. In Karakura there may potentially exist a powerful item, an item that gave birth to the first perfeccionado (Lit; Perfected) Arrancar that existed. The Hogyoku. Now, the secrecy is to ensure that there are to be no… Uhhh.. What is the word… Hiccups? Detours? To ensure the plan goes accordingly. If the Shinigami are still about surely they may happen upon it by accident or on purpose. Find the location, collect the item and withdraw immediately once you have it in hand. When all our fellow Espada are gathered together again we will use it to begin our journey towards our next evolución. Do this for me and you will be the first to set foot on this pathway, if that is not what you want then I can give you another form of payment, of your choosing. The Hogyoku, however, is not on the table as a form of payment. That is all Amigo.”
A bold inquiry from the God-King himself. Abraam still stared blankly into the face of the God-King, he obviously recognized his abilities and was not taken for a fool of his camouflage technique from days prior. He figured as much. With everything that touched his reiatsu he was bound to sense his presence one way or another. He also hasn’t especially been secretive about his presence within Las Noches as of late with his rather loud training sessions in the atrium. It would take very little to go to Karakura Town and seek what he wishes. He however wouldn’t know where to start looking but that wasn’t necessarily his concern, what did this Hogyoku look like? Assuming it to be an artifact that has a
”you’ll know when you see it” vibe, he forgone the question of its physical appearance. Finally his eyes averted from the King’s, he still hasn’t given him a suitable answer. The offer was acceptable but what did this Arrancar want? He’d have to give it some thought deeper for when he arrives back at Hueco Mundo. Without another word, he nods to his superior. They had an accord, he stepped past the God-King, walking towards the blown crater in the white dunes that spanned longer than one hundred yards. The sand appeared to have been filling itself back up in the time that Max and Abraam had been talking. He stopped short just to marvel at the castle's recuperative capabilities, he wondered if he could heal any faster but dared not to find out this day.
Snapping his fingers in his right hand, a black crack creaked across the space in front of him opening up like a set of jagged teeth that belonged to a homeless person. He opened a Garganta. The dark hallway would lead him to Karakura Town, from there he assumed this artifact to either give off a certain reiryoku presence or assumed it to have some bodyguards around it. Regardless, would they be ready to fight the newly named Quinto Espada? Would he be ready to fight them? That was one subject he wasn’t indifferent to, if it meant the death of another, Abraam will be involved. He stepped closer into the darkness, and allowed the lip of the portal to swallow him as it ominously closed behind him. Without facing Max again, and allowing the echo of the dark to carry his words out to his King, he left on a very dry note.
”You’ll get your Hogyoku. Just be sure that reward wasn't lip service.”
Hueco Mundo; Las Noches ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Karakura Town
