[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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It quickly becomes evident that Enrico's tantrum has had a rather interesting effect on the crowd that continues to grow with each passing second. Not only has Max shut him down rather quickly, but the loud Primera Espada now laughs intensely. It would be a lie to say that the Cuarto Espada's attention wasn't divided between Max and the person that he had initially ignored. There was something about his presence that allowed Enrico to not really question why he was here. Oddly enough, this laughter and inquiry by the Espada didn't prompt the typical monologue from Enrico. Yes, he was quick to agitate, but he was still a person who relied on strategy. Whether or not this was a potential foe wasn't clear quite yet, but he would pay attention with his 'eyes' nonetheless. No matter where he looked, he could perceive everything around him. Instead of stopping before beginning his speech about how insulted he is, the man continues despite the answer that he's been given. He was certainly listening, but he wanted Max to hear the qualms that he had with how he had summoned him. Certainly, the little minions were effective, but were they really good enough to greet Enrico? No, not unless it involved Elliora directly.
“Your Architect did a wonderful job with the Espada rooms, My king. I almost didn’t want to leave my quarters.” A familiar voice calls out, causing the Espada to turn his body towards its location. Emilia has arrived at a wonderful time.
"Ah! Emilia, my devout follower, how do you fare? I certainly hope you've been well over these past four days, it feels like it's been eons." He remarks, taking pride in the fact that he was able to gain her false belief in him. Unbeknownst to him, she isn't doing much aside from entertaining him. In a way, their relationship is one of mutual exchange. Enrico provides her with entertainment and she, in turn, entertains his outworldly notions. Before she can answer his question, his voice comes forth once more, reminding those around him that he is indeed the False King.
"Rejoice now, Emilia! You are in the presence of the King of all worlds once more! Later, we shall celebrate our sudden reunion." Finishing off, he turns his attention back to Max and Marcos just in time to hear Marcos inquire about his living quarters.
”HEY! WAIT ONE MINUTE...uh, where’s MY room?!” There it is. The answer that the man has been looking for since he came upon the venue is now within sight. Another Espada has made themselves known to those within the room. Enrico clicks his tongue as Max entertains the Arrancar in order to get an answer. Before he can speak, the Cuarto interjects once more, a frown taking over his face as he does so.

"It's obvious by this one's manner of speaking and inquiries that he's an Espada." He starts, still slightly perplexed but ready to take a guess as to why the laughing cat acts the way it does. "And not a weak one, at that, Max. The insane do not survive for long unless they're strong. Need I say more?" He finishes, walking towards the meeting room to find that his chair was fixed within the span of four days. While he walks, his sight becomes even more precise. On the off chance that this wildcard would lash out, then Enrico needs to be ready to have a duel of sorts. Although, he despises battle entirely and only fights when his or Elliora's honor has been put into question. Unfortunately, the Fourth Espada gets into quite a few fights because of his tone and manner of speaking. No matter how much he despises combat, he will never escape it, especially not with his attitude. Yet another sigh escapes from his mouth, showing that he's tired of dealing with these new people one after another. Little does he know that Marcos proceeds him by quite a few decades. Ignorance is bliss, after all. As he takes his seat, he rests his arms on each armrest with a high degree of comfort. Truly, this chair was made for a King—numbered or not. It's hard to tell, but Enrico's intrigue has been sparked enough for him to listen to what Max has to say, so much so that he doesn't want to wait much longer. It's clear now that others are departing and it's likely that they're headed to the World of the Living. If this is the case, then there's certainly a big enough concern over this 'task' that Max has mentioned for him to hold Enrico back from accompanying the other Espada and Arrancar.

 

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"There is a task I need you two to take care of while I make preparations for something I must tend to personally. We'll talk about it when we get to the meeting room."
A task from the god king himself. He didn’t state what it was to Enrico, she wondered if he was going to send them to the world of the living. Such a task would have her displeased with the god king. The very idea that she could be breathing the same air as humans disgusted her to no end; enough so that she had taken a small step back for a moment.
“Ah yes, Aragon did do good work with this new Las Noches. Much better than the ruins we would have been stuck with in my opinion.”
“Not a fan of the old design that was once considered a crown jewel of Hueco Mundo, my king?
"Ah! Emilia, my devout follower, how do you fare? I certainly hope you've been well over these past four days, it feels like it's been eons." her eyes shifted towards Enrico, his boastful voice never failed to crack a smile underneath her mask.
"Rejoice now, Emilia! You are in the presence of the King of all worlds once more! Later, we shall celebrate our sudden reunion."
“That sounds wonderful my lord, but aren’t you a bit curious as to what task the God King will assign us?”
“HEY! WAIT ONE MINUTE...uh, where’s MY room?!”
“Just go find an empty one and claim it as your own I suppose. Again though who are you?”
What odd fellow, it seems he cared not to introduce himself to his hosts, but that didn’t matter. What mattered to her was the reactions both Kings gave, one a simple shrug and questioning while the other on guard.
"And not a weak one, at that, Max. The insane do not survive for long unless they're strong. Need I say more?"
While he assumed the that this one was insane, she had taken a different view. She assumed two things about this Arrancar, He was pulling the wool over their eyes by acting insane, or he was just a carefree individual that was confident in his ability to kill. Either way, she considered him to powerful individual, Enrico was correct in this sense, he was strong to act like that. If there was one thing, she learned through out her life was to keep her guard up; that changed as she became an arrancar, she became far to laxed in Hueco Mundo, that changed again as the meeting of the espada reminded her that she should keep up her guard once more. To this her fingers suddenly tightened around her zan, before turning to look at Enrico walk to his chair in the meeting room. she herself would follow, though she only stood beside her chair, not wanting to sit as the task that would be given might quick.

 

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Marcos stands in wait with bated breath, his mouth agape in a jagged cheshire grin, expectant of an answer from...anyone really. There is a brief pause between the gathered four, each one bearing their own unique expression.
"It's obvious by this one's manner of speaking and inquiries that he's an Espada."
The Would Be King is the first to break, speaking on Marcos’s behalf, answering the God King’s earlier inquiry. Exactly who was this Arrancar standing amongst them? An Espada of course, or at least that is what Enrico had surmised given Marcos’s question regarding his own living quarters after hearing Emilia remark about the excellent conditions and architecture of the rooms prepared only for the strongest amongst the Arrancar of Hueco Mundo, the Espada.
”Just go find an empty one and claim it as your own I suppose. Again though who are you?”
Max disregards Enrico’s words, perhaps he had ignored the man altogether and thus had not heard his answer..or..maybe he simply wished for Marcos himself to answer. Marcos blinks as he stares at Max, his mouth still agape in a grin.
”......”
He doesn’t answer, his expression remains unchanged as if he had become paralyzed.

”So..you want to know who I am? As if you don’t know?”
When the Primera speaks his voice this time has lost its playfulness, the man’s smile has disappeared as his reiatsu begins to swirl about him before exploding into a pillar of fluorescent pink spiritual pressure, its force though isolated to the space around him becomes denser, heavier the closer one stands to the man. The Arrancar’s location has simultaneously become distorted, to some present he is now several feet further from them than before, to others he has concurrently closed the distance between them appearing several feet closer. No harm befalls the power houses standing, still there is a fury storming within the air as Marcos’s spiritual pressure only becomes stronger, ripples of spiritual pressure pulsing out as that same concentrated pillar expands several inches.

”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!”
His voice comes out amplified, harsh and grating, a gutural echo to it as it grows louder, slowing down and then speeding up in no discernable interval. His eyes glow a fiery pink, his slitted pupil becoming sharper as if a blade meant to cut through anyone before his gaze...and in the next instance...all that rage, every ounce of spiritual pressure being exuded abruptly vanishes.

”I’mmmm Marcos Loquezz! The Purrmera Espada of course! ”
He announces himself with his signature smile, striking a pose towards God King Max. He holds the pose, slitted eyes shimmering as he stares at Max once again expectantly. As the primera, surely his room would be the best, he was number one after all.

 

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In the highest tower of the castle that is Las Noches, lies a shallow room, no staircase meant to lead to any entrance, nor doors at ground level. The only way in or out of this tower is through the windows that allows the light to shine in and illuminate the contents of this structure. From the ceiling of this sky-piercing tower, a single chain drops. Each link of this oversized chain is made of thick, dense, nigh indestructible bone, and is meant to hold the enormous cage structure in mid air. The darkness below appears infinite, as this single room appears to be the only one reaching from the sands of Las Noches, to clouds that decorate the sky. A bottomless pit, an all encompassing darkness, that obscured the vision of the shuffling and wriggling of the creatures trapped as they crawl from underneath the sands of Hueco Mundo, in an attempt to reach the very cage dangling from the top. Yet, from the glassless windows, these miniature hollows spill out, and begin to wander aimlessly through the world they have rediscovered.

The cage is decorated with simple, yet finely crafted furniture, meant to sustain damage inflicted upon it by its' owner. An owner currently on the floor, sprawled across the floor in boredom. Certainly she did as she wished. Went where she wanted. But in this moment, there is nowhere she'd rather be, than in her very own room. She claims anything she wants as hers, caring little for the opinions of others in regards to her whims. She will indulge in anything that will bring her even a modicum of satisfaction. This of course includes looking at her own reflection, as she suddenly catches a glimpse of herself in the large mirror against some of the bars. She twirls before the image of herself, delighted with what she sees, causing not only her cape, but her dress as well, to flutter in the air. The considerable weight of this cape does little to hinder the movement of the woman dancing in front of the mirror. Instead, this weighted cape glides easily through the air.
Not something she would particularly care to think about, much less speak of, but she had never claimed a room in a home quite like this. It was weirder than weird, even for her. Of course she and her entourage lay claim to whatever they will, but this situation was certainly different under the command of a single Arrancar, The God King. She never would have imagined herself to want to even exist around so many others, even if their desires are different, she is now among those like her. The Strong. The Powerful. The Crazy.

”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!”
”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!”
”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!”
”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!”
”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!”
”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!”
The amplified voice of an unknown arrancar echoes throughout her room. While she's far enough away that the exertion of reiatsu does not reach her, or affect her, the male's screeching voice carried by the wind makes it far enough to reach her. The echo repeats the voice, etching it to the Witch's bird brain. Is this a visitor? A friend? Foe? She doesn't wait for the voices in her head to answer her questions, instead, she jumps from the edge of the cage, and out a window. She freefalls from a window, unbothered by the increasing speed she is building as she plummets from the top of her tower, instead, with a sudden gust around her, the direction of her falling alters direction. Now she has a destination in mind. Though to say a particular destination isn't necessarily true, more accurately, she hones on the cluster of mostly familiar signatures within Las Noches, oblivious to any sort of meeting, or topics of importance, she arrives suddenly, as the stranger's reiatsu vanishes.
”I’mmmm Marcos Loquezz! The Purrmera Espada of course!”
"¡Enrico! ¡Emilia!"
Elliora interjects before anyone else manages to get a word in after having flung the windows open with a gust of air, opting from destroying her current nest to make her entrance into the meeting room. Her heeled feet touch down on the floor with no sound, gliding across until she stands. She blinks, finally looking at the others in the room. Much to her delight, her eyes spot the source of the strange reiatsu and creepy echoing voice. A new arrancar, along with Max, who draws her attention.
"¡Encontré algo horripilante! Y me lo comí."
"I found something horrifying! And I ate it."
She doesn't bother to wait on any them, even as they walk into the meeting room, she continues speaking, never even taking a seat in her very own chair.
"Era un laboratorio. Habían como cuatro dedos feos. Y parte de un... ¿codo?"

"It was a laboratory. There was like four ugly fingers. And part of an... elbow?"
She gestures as she speaks, making motions of holding the fingers up over her mouth before letting it drop and consuming it. Elliora never necessarily asked who those appendages belonged too, not that she cared, all she knew is they exuded power, and she was going to snack on them, despite the strangest sensation she felt as it traveled down her esophagus. She shudders slightly, rustling the feathers of her cape as snippets of memories come back to her. In part, the consumption of these caused the crazed witch to roost within her cage for several days while her powers stabilized. Which reminded her not only did she need to test out these new abilities of hers, but also show Emilia her room. What did her room look like? What about Enrico's? She needed to see if she liked what they did just to play with them.
"Y tu..."
"And you..."
She turnes to the tall, smiling arrancar, and walks up to him, poking him in the center of his chest with her small index finger.
"¡No grites tan fuerte que hasta yo te escucho!"
"Don't yell so loud that even I can hear you! "
Though that in itself is a preposterous request coming from her. Is he meant to yell softer? Or not at all? Whisper louder? Even she has no idea. Elliora always goes around making ridiculous requests, and she isn't exactly about to stop now. Instead, she sniffs him and looks him up and down curiously as if studying him while he stood in his weird pose. Why was he here? What did he want? Despite these questions already being answered, she was absent and did not hear the answers.

 

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"It's obvious by this one's manner of spea…”
Enrico’s words trail off in the mind of Maximiliano as he keeps his gaze fixed upon the cheshire figure in front of him. He can’t get a read on him, what he’s thinking or what he might do and this… excites him. It was just four days ago that he felt that same excitement of the unknown when he sat before the Espada and declared himself God King. Perhaps this oddball will fight him as well, oh how he hopes for a good fight ever since that Vasto ran off he has had nothing but Adjuchas to fight.
”...survive for long unless they're strong. Need I say more?"
Enrico’s words fade back in, there was a hint of caution in his tone of speaking, how odd for the King of All to speak in such a way. Perhaps Max should heed his words, perhaps he should have caution too. These are suggestions that never run through the mind of the God King as he stands on a different plateau than the Cuatro Espada, the things Max gives caution to would send primal fear down to Enrico’s bones. Though now things seem to be spicing up as the jester-esque Arrancar has fallen silent, the look on his face unchanged.
Another feast
”So..you want to know who I am? As if you don’t know?”
There is no joy in his words as his tone shifts along with an increase in Reiatsu. Maximiliano cracks a smile, his body tingling and ready for another fight. His own spiritual pressure spirals up from his feet to his head, at last, another conflict worthy of his strength and attention! A pillar of fluorescent pink energy erupts from the man, the area around him becomes heavier if not for releasing his own Reiatsu it could prove very difficult to move in but that handicap could prove to be very fun. Then, without his noticing it, the jester stands right in front of him without so much of a sound from his Sonido being made to boot. Again, Max cares not how he suddenly moved closer to him; he is too busy feeding off the hostility to care. The pillar of energy expands inches at a time as it pulsates furiously giving rise to Maximiliano responding in turn with a further increase of his own Reiatsu, spiraling out the density of the Cheshire man’s energy.

”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!”
YES AMIGO!!! TELL ME WHO YOU ARE AND LET US ENJOY THIS FEAST!!!!!!
The God King was at the height of his excitement, yelling at the top of his lungs in response grinning ear to ear at the prospect of this appetizing feast. Then, without warning, the hostility leaves the other man along with his spiritual pressure, gone as if it never existed.

”I’mmmm Marcos Loquezz! The Purrmera Espada of course!”
Max is left jaw dropped and speechless and feeling quite betrayed at the moment. He was strung along assuming an enjoyable bout was about to take place only to have it ripped away from him. To be quite honest, he was made a fool of by this Arrancar and he…. Is amused. Maximiliano, the God King of Hueco Mundo, begins to laugh at the situation he was just placed in.
"¡Enrico! ¡Emilia!"
The sound of Elliora’s arrival goes unnoticed due to Max’s laughter though she still speaks to him regardless of his laughing fit.
"¡Encontré algo horripilante! Y me lo comí."
"I found something horrifying! And I ate it."
She continues to talk regardless of what was going on around her as if this were nothing more than a casual chat among friends. The God King takes notice of her and attempts to respond as his laughter settles down but she prattles on without giving anyone a chance to speak.
"Era un laboratorio. Habían como cuatro dedos feos. Y parte de un... ¿codo?"
"It was a laboratory. There was like four ugly fingers. And part of an... elbow?"
Maximiliano watches her consume the fragments of the former God King and he has to wonder if she even realizes what she is eating. He is by no means going to stop her as he is still trying to get a handle on his control over the arm he ate. This further reinforces his claim that he is indeed surrounded by strange beings. He looks over to the one now known as Marcos and gives a nod to him.
”A pleasure to meet you Marcos, I was puzzled as to why the Primera Espada seat remained empty. Always glad to have another powerful Arrancar joining us.”
He then turns to Elliora to respond to her confusion about the parts she’s already ingested… Without knowing what they are or who they belong to.
"Sí, Ese era el laboratorio de Aragon. Es donde me convertí en Arrancar. Lo que estás... comiendo ahorita... son fragmentos de Vicente, El God King anterior. ¿No tienes idea lo que comes?”
"Yes, that was Aragon's laboratory, it is where I became an Arrancar. What you are... Eating right now... are fragments of Vincent, the former God King. You have no idea what you are eating do you?"
Knowing how fickle she is and how her attention has already been snagged by Marcos he isn’t sure if his question gets through to her, especially since she’s already at the fingers. He looks to Enrico and Emillia, clasping his hands together to bring attention to himself once more. The group had somehow managed to make their way to the meeting room amidst this strange conflict, if one could even call what happened a few moments ago a conflict. Perhaps that strange Reiatsu effect from Marcos disrupted their perception of distance and as a result they ended up at their destination. Regardless of this Maximiliano strolls over to his seat and sits down, though he is the God King his seat is no different than the Espada’s. He places an elbow on the table and rests his head in his hand, smiling and thinking that he has more guests than he originally accounted for. What he was about to talk about wasn’t exactly a secret.
”Amigos, tell me what you know or think about the other self proclaimed Kings of Hueco Mundo. You know, the ones who stand in opposition to Las Noches and create their own kingdoms out in the sands and refuse to join us.”
At last this small impromptu meeting begins with a statement asking for others opinions, he expects Enrico to be quite outspoken on this subject.