[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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"The situations.... have changed quite a bit."
Elliseo silently mutters to himself, while perched quietly in the den of his hollows. The atmosphere around him was filled with a strong feeling of despair, hatred, and hunger. As of these past 4 days the Arrancar was reluctant to move carelessly throughout his own dimension. He was in a limbo of his own thoughts on how the coming days were going proceed. After the meeting that he was forcibly dragged to by his master Elliora, he hadn't seen her in days. With the power his near unlimited "sight" though, he stalked her endlessly. Was it a sign of fear? Or was it pure anxiety that plagued his spirits, for some reason he couldn't force himself into the fray without her confirmation. He waited for a sign day by day, but it seems Elliora had picked a different interest. More infatuated in her accumulation of power, than attending to her most loyal acolyte she hasn't seen in days. Maybe she had really taken a complete interest in what that pale skinned Arrancar was saying. He understood what power he held, and the feats he was capable of. No normal being was able to subdue and lead a mass amount of deadly forces without a deadly amount of power himself. Yet, Elliseo had no fear struck in his heart upon witnessing him. His personal feelings had him seem more of nuisance than anything, someone taking all of Elliora's free time and goals. Just the pure thought of something so egregious, made Elliseo want to end his pathetic life. Though that would be a conflict of interest with his own master, he would bide his time.
The meeting provided little info, all he knew was that he needed to take control of something in the World of the Living, Karakura Town specifically. Working with some insufferable weaklings in order to do it. The twin like pairing of hollows, the literal bonehead, and a gloomy depressing Arrancar. Elliseo scoffed at the thought, Arrancars hadn't worked together in synchronized packs since the Quincy War, which saw thousands of their race die. It was all such a foolish plan, but this Maximilliano had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. He would indulge in him for the sake of his master, but he had no plan to enjoy this escapade at all whatsoever. He stood up from his perched spot, and simply sent out a sound wave to communicate with his Menos. The wails and shrieks of their responses would filled the Forest of Menos with their sounds. He figured some of these Menos would benefit by sticking within the World of the Living instead of lying here, where food is not always guaranteed. Meanwhile in Karakura town, it would be infested with lives there.
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In waves they would begin to swim high into the sky above the forest and open up Gargantas simultaneously. Their goal was clear, eat and destroy everything in Karakura. Elliseo knew the goal was only to retrieve the Soul King's blood in Karakura, but why not ravage the lands while their at it. The scores of them that were traveling were near endless, but in actuality it was just a mere fifty or so that traveled. Elliseo had cultivated these hollows from scratch by himself, though they were a nuisance to command, their power in numbers was truly terrifying. The devious Arrancar knew a random entity like them suddenly appearing would take the opposition by storm. Someone powerful had to come out to stop them, so is the balance of the Shinigami-Hollow dynamic. Today they were going to be the balance disruptors, ender of times. Someone was going to die and it was going to be him.
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"Well, I suppose it's my time to leave as well."
Elliseo waved his hand across his face and opened up a Garganta. True destruction was in order, and Elliseo was ready to bring it.
Hueco Mundo- Forest of Menos ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Karakura Town
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Suffer While You Read
Watching closely as the events before him continued to unfold Izeel remained overwhelmed with excitement as history was literally being made. Such a beautiful event indeed, unfortunately, they knew very little about what such display meant in the eyes of the one who is destined to unravel everything this world has to offer. What this battle between monsters showed him is he finally reached as far he could as Adjucha, and the time finally came for Izeel to evolve into the hollows greatest evolution of the superior race Arrancar. The true test for Maximillion to truly call himself a proclaimed God-King presented itself; any ruler could kill but only a true ruler could bring order to the chaos of Hueco Mundo. He continued to watch onward to see what kind of ruler he was going to shape out to be because Izeel only cared about those who were capable of leading them into a new future. As one by one, the Arrancar infighting came to halt with everybody’s eyes fixated on Max and Hellios who continued to fight what felt like the bitter end. Who would come out on top? Was this going to be the shortest reign of this new God-King?
” Show me more...Show me all you have to offer!”
Filled with the madness nothing else truly mattered to him while he saw how the battle played out up until the last two combatants decided to end the fight, and Hellios left. Now that the battle had seemed to completely conclude with the other Arrancar and Espada calmed down, Max proved to have what it took for these misfits of individuals to be brought together for one single cause. He looked to Alfa and Mudo with a big widened grin of madness as he lifted his claw then without hesitation drove it directly into a hollow mask with the sound of it cracking blending in with Izeel psychotic laughter through it. At this point, even Izeel didn’t know what was going to happen which meant the moment he stopped releasing his reiatsu letting Max and Enrico’s reiatsu seeping into his very being. What a monster they unknowingly help to create without knowing it, as his mask begins to ship away crumbling apart it put his ally in the Garganta near him in immediate danger. With each fragment of his mask falling off his reiatsu spiked exponentially before erupting in a very violent way spreading outwards like a deadly force. Soon this became a wild overcompensating cloak of pure energy that concealed his entire form, and the eerie sound of bones dislocating and breaking filled the silence of the Garganta. As the raging spiritual energy begins to dissipate what stood before Alfa and Mudo was no longer the same creature before, but one thing that wouldn’t be undeniable was the increase of his power. A wide smile crept across his face as he chuckled to himself getting used to this new body of Arrancar and wasted no time testing out his new capabilities extending out his index finger towards Alfa and Mudo followed by a feint silverish flash of light, and larger cero he was capable of firing out as hollow.
” Excellent now it is time to take my place within history.” He said in an ominous voice with his laughter echoing after.
His ally Alfa and Mudo who knew Izeel more than anybody realized when he got this way excited about discoveries there were very few things that he cared about. In this state of mind, everything existed to further his experiments including friends until he came down from his euphoria of breakthroughs. Fortunately for his friend Izeel remained in enough control to be aware of his actions enough to not be completely lost in the moment as he aimed his right fist at them firing out a bala. This was not aimed to kill him but still would be powerful enough to destroy one of Alfa and Mudo’s limbs if he didn’t act soon enough. Once he became adjusted to his new abilities he reached down grabbing his zanpakuto then swiped his hand through the space of the Garganta to open it enough for him to exit.
” If you don’t want to be left behind in history then follow me to greatness. This will be the era of Arrancar, I guaranteed you that. All are destined to take their place in history or be dissected until there is nothing left to learn.”
With that said the same person who was craziness enough to invite himself into the meeting of Arrancar dashed out to go speak with the God-King. This was the true mind of a mad man who only cared about what magnificent things can be learned and gained before the thought of death had crossed his mind. The unfathomable hunger for knowledge was his curse and gift. Using Sonido he calmly approached Max to have a long-awaited talk that originally brought him to this place among monsters.
” Finally God-King Max now that the whole spectacle of power is done with, we can talk. If you still wish to learn about our race and Hueco Mundo's past, and the secrets this world doesn’t wish to be uncovered then as the 7th Espada I will Harold us to our rightful place in history. There is no great genius without a touch of madness and I have more than enough for the both of us.”
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Max stares at him for a moment in silence before speaking. "You are strange, Arrancar. You make boastful claims. However, these claims will be tested, Amigo. Search the history of this area, uncover the tools and knowledge used by our predecessors, specifically an item know as the Hogyoku. I know the stories, you see, but not the facts. Bring the facts to me and you may research the world at your leisure."
Izeel gave one wide smile full of excitement with his arms raised full of joy before he excused himself from Max's presence and wasted no time to uncover what events took place within this area where Aizen and the Espada called their base. With his hands, outstretched Izeel fingers seemed to just fall off hitting the ground before soon enough they took their form turning into Radiestesia Bichos. Shedding 50% of his reiryoku to make sure there was nowhere secret that escaped him.
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Over the past four days, Izeel continued to search all the knowledge he could center around Las Noches and digging deep into every area Aizen visited. The shinigami were such interesting specimens and how they managed to gain control over the Arrancar was interesting. With the days going by more of what transpired here became clear to Izeel just fueling his intellect learning the research and inventions Aizen but that of former Espada Aragon and Szayelaporro. While his beloved bugs kept probing the past of Las Noches he put his newfound knowledge to use not just recreating the inventions but using what he gained into his own research. He smiled walking around the laboratory getting to work on his new toys with a small glance towards an incubation chamber in the process of growing a Hooler, although still needed more time before they were complete.
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Tirelessly working in the lab soon Izeel found what he searched nonstop. He could feel the knowledge he wanted was almost in his grasp but needed to dig in deeper. Watching the invasion of within Hueco Mundo full of intrigued it was only a matter of time before Aizen revealed the secrets of the Hougyoku. On the fourth day going at this throughout this endlessly lost in this obsession to figure out the secrets, the fruits of his efforts paid off. All of what he learned was interesting indeed, but none of the knowledge he gained held a candle to this breakthrough.
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With pure intrigue, Izeel watched on observing exactly how Aizen used the Hougyoku to modify and awaken the Arrancar’s potential. Once Izeel spent the time doing his last-minute preparations for his objective, he reported to Max on what he discovered. Still the key to this all was missing however, something just as intriguing presented itself to them they spend the four days preparing for. Izeel no longer the same from when he newly transformed showed the true potential he unlocked with his mind, easily able to come grasped his powers and expand on them. He proved that the testament knowledge equals power and it was time for him to gather more. Blood of the Soul King just lying in wait for them to take for theirs with so many ways to put it to use blossoming in his mind, and he was going to be damned if anybody stood in his way.
” I wonder what fun specimens will offer themselves up to me. Either way, it is time to remind those insects why we reign supreme if they dare show themselves.” A small maniacal laugh escaped him not able to contain his excitement as the Garganta tore opened heading happily to his destination.
Hueco Mundo to Naruki City
 

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“Que aburrido...” (How tiresome...)
Nicolas removes himself out of his bed of pillows. For the past four days, Nicolas has rested quite comfortably. Maximiliano was kind enough to leave them alone after claiming his throne after a virtuous bout with Helliodoro. Mostly everyone was rather keen on the newborn. Nicolas could care less about who ruled, so long as he could eat and sleep in peace. There were plenty of instances to eat, like at this moment.
Grabbing one of his pillows, Nicolas sunk his sharpened incisors deep into the soft exterior only for blood to spurt from the puncture wounds. Perhaps this was the last gift from the newly deceased Aragon. Unknown to Nic during the first meeting, the little bird had obviously had her fun with those she deemed enough to get her attention, if only for a moment in time. Unfortunately, he’d been eradicated at that moment. His efforts to rebuild their broken home hadn’t gone unrecognized. Those that claimed their seats had gained respective rooms that complimented their character. To say Nic was awestruck was false. He’d fallen in love… and fell asleep the next moment.
Over the four days, he hadn’t made any move other than to eat or occasionally let out a foundation-shaking burp. He could’ve stayed rather content forever… If only. A mission came from the God-King and rather than report, Max had decided to be courteous and make use of the Boca that lay aimlessly. From it, Nicolas gathered the contents of his assignment. Apparently, the earlier chaos that had reclaimed Vincent had happened in the World of the Living as well, along with a rather messy fiasco that had caught the attention of their ruler. He was to take part in order to gather the remains that sat within the ruins of Naruki City with another two.
Nicolas stuck a finger in his ear, twisting it around as he picked clean of the dirt that resided within the canal and rubbed the grime on the floor behind him. He strongly considered sleeping away from the summons but considered the worst. Had he stayed, Max would surely find another use for him, and he grimaced. Sitting up, Nicolas held his hand out, and the floor beneath him gave way and he began his descent. Beside him, his zanpakutō drifted right down with him.
Taking a hold of his sheath, Nicolas drew his blade and ripped the fabric of space open before him, creating a void in which he fell and disappeared in the darkness. Upon his entry, it had closed right behind him, and the room above him had reformed as if nothing had happened. Managing to find his foothold within this abysmal dimension, Nicolas waved his hand before him and lined a path directly to Naruki City without another word. At the most, he would only have to babysit them.
Hueco Mundo ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Naruki City
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The alabaster castle hovers above the sea of white sand. The remnants of the clash between the now recognized God King and the Arrancar who had not yet yielded to his command and rule. Having answered their dissatisfaction and disapproval with his strength alone, the strength of a God King. It's in this same gathering the former Primera having already lost his position as the elite among the espada, had swiftly and terribly lost his place among the living.
The Vasto Lorde who had faced off against Vincent, the former God King had returned to face against another. His power in the face of Maximilliano — meaningless. Where Vincent had failed in gathering powerful Arrancar, Maximilliano had succeeded in a single day. The changing of power at the head of the Arrancar, created ripples that affected the espada, Hueco Mundo and, if all went accordingly..it would affect the World of the Living and the Soul Society as well.
After consolidating his power and forces, The God King had met up with several of the Arrancar, dividing tasks amongst the parties before sending them out to fulfill his mission to further his ambition, his dream for not only himself, but every hollowborn as well. With every Garganta opened, with every Arrancar passing through, all the pieces playing their proper role — everything seemed to be going according to plan.
“HELLOOOOOO!!! ANYBODY HERE?! HEY, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME DID YOU KNOW YOUR HOUSE IS FLOATING?!”
A voice that was foreign to every Arrancar and espada that had heeded Max’s call, echoes throughout many of the vast halls of the floating base, this nest for the strongest beings within Hueco Mundo. It is the voice of Marcos Loquez, the Primera Espada. Standing in the center of the main hall, despite being not only an arrancar, but an Espada as well is ignorant of his current environment. He’s ignorant of many things, such as the change in leadership along with the current standing of the strongest ten. All things that held very little significance to the rather odd espada, in fact..they held no significance to him at all.
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“Huh anyone?”
Marcos calls out in question, slitted eyes peering down one side of the mansion as far as he could see, his hand propped up over his eyes as if seeking to help focus his vision, the twinkling jewel on his sheathed zanpakuto ever vigilant of his blind spot. Dissatisfied with finding nothing of fascination or important his head swivels to the opposite end.
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“Anyone at all? No one? Really?”
A hint of unwillingness and disbelief in his voice. Many who he might have run into had already removed themselves from their barren world, already en route to the world dominated by humans. Intent on finding the homeowner, the Primera opts to act as his own escort through this strange place, pulled by his curiosity. Strolling through the white halls, the feint glowing silhouette of another matching his size and build appearing every so often beside him, one could only hope that curiosity wouldn’t kill the cat. Odd that after four days, it is only now that Marcos has chosen to show himself, and odder still that he appears without the company of his newly made friend as well.
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CRUUUNNNNCCCHHH!
The breaking of a Hollow’s bone like armor collapsing in the jaws of Maximiliano. A wall of rock with multiple holes dug into it, burrows for Hollow’s to live in, sits behind the man as he rests on a broken makeshift throne enjoying his meal. Smoke rises into the sky from the smoldering corpses of Hollows who dared defied his offer. During the past four days Maximiliano traveled Hueco Mundo seeking out other “Kings” asking them, yes asking, to submit to him and most agreed while others stood in defiance. Those who agreed to join him were told to make the pilgrimage to Las Noches, those who defied him are now a part of him. All of Hueco Mundo will come to learn that this new God King has a “hands-on” approach to dealing with things, rumors of this began circulating around the sands and deep below in the forest. The fearful made their own way to Las Noches, some gave up their titles as kings or leaders, some even devoured their entire pack just to hide themselves away. The nucleus of order began with Las Noches, from there the influence of this order and control began to expand outward, the goal is to have all of Hueco Mundo under one singular rule with one singular God.
The repopulation of Hueco Mundo was a net gain for the Hollow kind and more specifically a net gain for the ruling pack of the desert plains. This allowed for them to begin crafting an army of their own and should things go as planned this entire army could be converted into Arrancar. With enough preparation and work the Arrancar could descend upon Soul Society with a fury they haven’t seen since the Blood War with the Quincy. Time is all they need, and in the eyes of Maximiliano they can always make more of it if need be. He finishes consuming the insectoid limb of a dead self proclaimed “King”, these lesser beings are not strong enough to influence his powers or abilities in any way, however, they do help him grow in strength as he seeks further evolution. In the time he has spent out in the sands, even before he became an Arrancar, he noticed how untamed things were. The term untamed is used very loosely when referring to Hollows, however, there is no better word to describe it. The previous God King let the Espada scatter, let them roam like wild beasts and left them to their own devices, long enough for them to develop a sort of disrespect for the title he now holds. That said he still has not seen a certain purple haired Arrancar for quite some time. Surely he didn’t imagine this, no way he could have. He has no lack of imagination but it has never played tricks on him. Perhaps he was killed by one of the Arrancar who showed up to the meeting that day.
He rises from the broken throne, turning around to give it a single kick and shatter it into dust that blends with the sand under it.
*Sigh* ”And that is another manada (Lit. pack) gone to the dust. No matter, more will rise to take his place and hopefully they will come to join us at Las Noches.”
Max seemingly speaks out loud to himself as he turns and begins walking towards Las Noches, it is a bit nostalgic as he spent his whole life walking towards the palace. He smiles to himself, foregoing the use of Sonido and Garganta just to enjoy a nostalgic stroll. This man holds the title of strongest Hollow and yet, he doesn’t act like it, he hardly even acts like a Hollow. Enjoying chats, strolls through the sand, little nuances in the dark world he resides in all things that are very un-Hollow-like. He can even hold a smile that is devoid of malice that is instead filled with genuine joy and happiness. None of these qualities make the God King any less of a threat considering that the site he is currently leaving behind is filled with destruction and disintegrating bodies. On his trek back to Las Noches he considers making a pit stop to the next Hollow Den along the way to ask them the same question he has asked all the others but an idea strikes him, what if he asked two of his Espada to handle it? He had already given orders out to a good portion of his forces to invade the human world for the Soul King blood and he doesn’t exactly want the others lazing around. The last thing he wants is his top warriors getting soft due to comfort.
”Hey, Primo.”
Max calls to the empty air only for a small masked creature with a purple body to pop out of the sea of black hair on his head. It climbs out and stands on his head, raising its arms into the air letting out a cheerful noise. It was a Millian created by Elliora herself that served as a quick form of communication between the Arrancar. Maximiliano took a certain liking to this one in particular and carries it around with him wherever he goes. After a gleeful cheer, still on his head, it drops to its hands and knees, hovering its head in front of the God King.
”Contact Enrico and Emilla for me, would you? Tell them to meet me in the meeting room at their earliest convenience.”
It nods its head letting out another joyous cheer before vanishing with Sonido to deliver the message. With that done Max decides to take a shortcut, opening up a Garganta that leads back to the main hall of Las Noches. Upon his arrival he spots a vaguely familiar Arrancar… The purple hair, the odd toothy mask, was this the one he saw that day? He looked confused, as if he was looking for something or someone. Only one way to find out for sure.
”Uhhh, can I help you with something, amigo? I believe I have seen you before but I do not know your name.”
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