[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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His finger taps ceaselessly against the table, the actions of a man who is anxious, who is eager. It had been a considerable amount of time since he had sent his Arrancar off to collect the Soul King’s blood and the longer they take to return the more ancy he becomes.
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Amidst the talking of those gathered in the room the tapping is drowned out only heard by Maximiliano. At the very least it was something to distract his mind, to keep his thoughts off his invading forces. But then there is something new that hits his senses, the return of his Arrancar. He smirks, he awaits the news of their prolonged adventure and hopefully they return with the spoils he directed them to collect. A brash and sudden entrance of a pair of Arrancar who were not Espada, their boldness to walk into a room of their superiors unannounced is noted by Max. The God King does not speak, he merely waits for their report.
”I apologize for my brother's rudeness in interrupting your meeting, his lack of patience and overexcitement tend to make him.. difficult to handle. But, he was successful in acquiring what you requested, the blood should be in Izeel’s lab already, waiting for his return.”
He begins to chuckle, it starts off low but builds and builds until it erupts into boisterous laughter filled with joy and glee. He grins ear to ear as his laughter settles and addresses the pair.
”Maravilloso!! Maravilloso!!! Your interruption is insignificant compared to your achievement! Your efforts shall not go unrewarded. Now we just need to await the arrival of-”
He stopped speaking, his eyes fixated on a hologram of Izeel, it was strange to say the least and he didn’t quite know how to react to it. Regardless of this the Séptima Espada stands before him and must be ready to relay his own report. Since he is not physically here perhaps the scientist is hard at work with the blood he gathered.
”As you might know, things in Naruki had an unfortunate turn where the blood was lost to the shinigami. By the time we got there they were already in the process of transporting it so we were on a schedule and only had a small window to act on. That was not the issue, however, but a select individual who Zanpakuto gave them a clear upper hand and trump on their sleeve. This fifth division shinigami Zanpakuto was able to seal or absorb away anything it touched from the first observation, even a Garganta, which is something I didn’t expect. Soon after backup arrived along with the Captain of the fifth division. The acting rash was no longer an option so instead, it was wise to cut our losses instead of suffering greater losses from this. I did manage to succeed in double the hollow forces and due to the eradication of the demi-hollow by the hands of the Captain, a great imbalance has been created even more so. I am pretty sure Nic fell asleep somewhere the moment we arrived because it was like he wasn’t even there, and while Galia hiding is with its merits his judgment calls were a bit questionable at best.”
If Alfa and Mudo were to be the ones to cast brilliant light on this day it would be Izeel who is the start of the deep shadow created by this same light. His face twitches and his body begins to run hot with anger and frustration.
”I-”
Before he could speak a spike rises up into the room with the Octava Espada exiting from it, just in time to hear the last bit of Izeel’s report.
"I tried chasing down the shinigami with the blood source but two more appeared, and he slipped through some portal the older one created before I killed that portal-slinging older one… After that the tables started turning… That… that captain guy did all this to me with one attack… He even erased, and I mean literally erased 600 feet of earth from beneath me in one instant... Whatever he had power wise was crazy... It's like he can destroy what I create instantly. You saw that, didn't you Izeel?"
The demeanor of the God King had changed to one that no one had quite seen before. Up until this point he had been all smiles, polite and kind to his fellow Arrancar and for good reason. Spending centuries circling Hueco Mundo, slowly drifting inward to Las Noches he never once had companions who could be his equal, who could stand beside him and not die from his presence alone. When he became an Arrancar- No, when he declared himself God King Arrancar gathered at Las Noches, strong and powerful Arrancar. He had never been in the presence of such powerful beings before it created a high for him, intoxication from power. He was happy, and overjoyed to be among comrades who were not weak.
But that has changed. Four days have passed and with those days so too has that power high. The words that are tainting his ears, the words that are soiling the victory the Arrancar have gained on this day, make him sick to his stomach. Max LOATHES weakness. Strength is absolute and by extension that makes the strong absolute. The Espada are the pinnacle, the absolute alpha pack of Hueco Mundo, the strongest of the strong, undisputed. But right now, what he is hearing from his own Espada, is the drivel of weaklings.
Gods Fury
”Three… Tres… The three of you, couldn’t handle a single Shinigami? You mention no arm band or white cloak so I know they were not a Lieutenant or Captain. One!”
His hands slam on the table as he rises from his chair, glaring at the visage of Izeel and the battle damaged Galia.
”ONE! ORDINARY SHINIGAMI WAS ABLE TO BEST THREE OF MY ESPADA!!!!!!!!???? HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!? AM I HEARING THIS - CORRECTLY!?”
His right hand balls up into a fist and slams into the table this time causing the far end of it to ramp up before slamming back down.
”THEN YOU COME HERE, EMPTY-FUCKING-HANDED, SPEAKING TO ME ABOUT TIPPING THE BALANCE IN OUR FAVOR!? YOU ABSOLUTE! WEAK! FOOL! THE BALANCE WAS TIPPED IN OUR FAVOR BY MY HAND DAYS AGO!”
Max laughs, he laughs at the audacity and the impudence of these two Arrancar before him. He tilts his head back clutching his face as he continues to laugh. He shakes his head and speaks again.
”And you ingrates… Lose your courage at the sight of a Captain. Who among us is meant to be the equal to the captains? Hm? Did you perhaps think that I alone would face all of them while you weaklings twiddle your thumbs and then you reap the rewards of my conquest!? Oh, no, no, no, You expect the likes of Elliora, Marcos, or Enrico to pick up the slack of weaklings like you… WHEN YOU SHOULD BE TRAMPLED UNDER HOOF!!”
Max rests his hands on the table, his head held down as his ebony hair flows down onto it like a blackened waterfall.
”Izeel, Galia. Kneel. I once said that I will never ask any of you to kneel to me because the strong kneel to no one. You are not strong, you are weak. So you will kneel to us, the strong. Kneel as a sign of respect. Kneel before those who are superior and show respect or be turned to dust. If you choose not to heed my words you will die where you stand...
He raises his head, his hair draped over his face messily.
“If I ran away just because someone was stronger than me I could no longer call myself an Arrancar, or a Hollow to that extent. You two are no longer Espada, I will not let you tarnish that title. I will not let weaklings hold the same title as the strong.”
His gaze sharpens, trained onto those who failed him and now kneel before him.
”I am down three Espada... Fine then… What’s a few more decades? I can always start again. Make new Espada.”
He turns his back to the table, looking down at his chair that is now knocked over. He is shocked that this is the extent of the damage, he has been keeping a lid on his Reiatsu to prevent it from damaging his home, even if it can regenerate he isn’t fond of harming Las Noches. He picks up the chair and as he is doing so he addresses the failures.
”Izeel, return to your lab, analyze the blood and see if we can make use of it. I’ll be by to give more detailed instructions on what I want out of it. Galia... Get out of my sight. You two are dismissed.”
Two? He turns around and realizes only three Arrancar are there in front of him, where are the others from Karakura? Were they so badly beaten that they could not report to their King or did they choose to not report anything?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
He yells in frustration, his Reiatsu erupts as he punches the meeting table and causes it to spiral in on itself.
”Vincint made you weak and disrespectful. You rest around growing fat from your power that you think will keep you afloat at the top. Things. Will. Change. Show weakness in front of me again, DISRESPECT me again and I will consume you. As for those who think they are so mighty as to disrespect me and not arrive, they too are no longer Espada. Now leave!”
He regains his composure, running his hand through his hair to not only get it out of his eyes but to neaten his appearance as he prepares to address the Espada who were in the room prior to this outburst, Enrico, Emilia, Elliora, and Marcos.
”You four, do not disappoint me. My patience has officially run out. You also have free reign to do as you please with those I demoted except Izeel, I still have a use for him. You may leave.”
As angered and frustrated as he is this was eye opening, enough to let him know that his Arrancar are nowhere near ready to take on their ultimate target of Soul Society. He gained some clarity on what he must do to prepare for the future and so the Arrancar will go inactive, he will keep them in Hueco Mundo in hopes they will build their strength up to a significant level worthy of facing down against Captains and Lieutenants without running away like cowards.

 

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護廷十三隊
One Hundred Years Later

 

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Yandiel Alzolaburreta
Forest of Menos
It had been a few decades since the title of Fracción had been given to Yandiel. His personal mission diverting from its original intent, but becoming one instead, brought new light to his future plans. Among the innermost circle of the God-King’s army, a feat that creates a high sense of value within this specific Arrancar. Though he did not need such validation, it still further cemented that the achievements he had made bore fruit. The most exciting part of it all being the opportunity to test his mettle against more than simply others of his own kind.
Yandiel’s current objective was one of a more personal variety, one that brought him to the Forest of Menos. Each step he took he could feel the eyes upon him growing in numbers. A serene smile nailed upon his heavily marked visage, completely unphased by those that lurked between the trees. The sensations of fear, anger, envy and even eagerness bled through the darkness, seeping upon his being. Menos clung to these grounds as a place to avoid the Arrancar so of course, the presence of one disrupted the balance. The fodder among the Hollows became even more in danger while the strong became prey among the rest.
His eyes came to a close, taking in all but the sounds around him. He could hear long beyond most, a gift that he had believed came in exchange for having a voice of his own. The male took in every breath, each scattering step, and the gossiping whispers on the wind. Some words that stretched from the maws of the varying Menos could potentially anger an individual with a short temper, but the chatter did not even cause the quiver of a brow. Despite this neutrality, the thought of toying with the observing spirits did cross his mind. Luckily for them, the muted Fracción had no intention to waste time.
Yandiel’s march halted at the feeling of bloodthirst extending to his flank. The hostility did not lead to him unlocking his optics from the embrace of his eyelids. He took a single step back and reached outward with his left arm, meeting the mask of a rushing Menos. His head turned slowly towards the entity, his azure orbs flicking to life and taking in the form of his attacker. The pressure of his grasp started to create fissures within the colorless visor of the Hollow.

”¿Tienes un deseo de morir?”
Do you have a deathwish?
No words left the Arrancar’s maw yet the Menos heard the statement loud and clear. It’s futile offensive action resulting in all malice being stripped and replaced with the most primal of fears. In a quick closing of his palm, the corrupt soul’s mask was shattered before it could plead a case to avoid execution. Its body dispersed from the plane in that instance, further intimidating the others that maintained a watchful eye. Any semblance of malicious intent from within the shadows was completely silenced. Yandiel shook his head at the sheer stupidity of the slain Hollow, continuing his trek towards his self-designated mission.
It’d be a while longer before he came to another stop, centered in a gap in the silver structures. His body dropped to the ground presenting in the position of sukhasana, legs crossed over another with his arms resting upon his knees. A bit of his spiritual presence was emitting from his body to arouse the attention of who he sought. Transmitting but one sentence to those that may linger within these grounds.
”Ciervo, I know you are lurking around here.”

 

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Following the return of the arrancar with the soul king's blood, she sought a way to sneak though Izeel's security and into his lab, her simpleminded thinking assuming there was countless security measures to prevent just anyone from entering and disrupting his work. She circles around occasionally, waiting for him to exit, but not once does she see him leave. With no real window of opportunity, one day, Elliora shoots past with a violent gale of wind, causing any projectiles launched at her to veer from their path, missing her entirely. Her speed to great to be sliced or pierced by other traps. The powerful force of wind causes the items in the room clatter, some to fall and break, and papers to scatter wildly in the air. She looks around, unbothered by the mess she's made, only to spot the man at work. She freezes in place momentarily, staring. He feels familiar... perhaps, she's met him?

She can't place her finger on it, but she has, in fact, met him. Or at least, his adjuchas form. She snaps back, remembering what it is she's there for, and quickly skips over to him. She looks at him curiously, moving from side to side, going so far as to sniff him. An interesting scent of chemicals and... death? But was that really him there, or another of his weird ghosts? His scent was so permeated in the lab, it made no difference to her. Now, her brown eyes scan the room, finally spotting a vial of the soul king's blood on a counter beside a microscope. Excitedly, the small woman twirls over, picking up the half filled bottle and starts swirling the red liquid inside.
"Oye, oye. ¿Sabes que Max dijo que lo pusieran en mi laboratorio?"
"Hey, hey. You know Max said to put it in my laboratory?"
Her grin broadens widely, as before he has a chance to answer, or much less stop her, the mad woman tilts the vial, dropping the contents into her mouth and swallowing it. She doesn't immediately sense any adverse reactions to it, despite the blood's effects on reishi. This is due to something housed deep inside her, something even she forgets she possesses, or even exists. A cursed, hellish gem with grotesque, contorting faces spawned from hollows, which forces hollows to evolve into the arrancar. Thanks to this artifact, instead of destroying her, the blood courses through her body, drawn to the hidden object. Elliora shudders, feeling the blood within her body move throughout her veins, it's essence completely different than anything she has ever felt before. It feels... powerful.
"Te prometo no contarle.~♪♫"
"I promise not to tell him.~♪♫"
She says to him in a sing-song voice, and as she readies to speak once again, she feels a strange itchiness in her throat, and begins clearing her throat. She tries again, each time, her throat growing dryer and dryer, as if she is stranded in the desert, dehydrating. Her coughs sound painfully dry, that she grasps a beaker with a clear liquid inside, and drinks it. Anything to sate her thirst. But nothing helps, the coughing becomes so intense, that blood splashes on her right hand as it covers her mouth. beads of sweat begin to rolling down her face as her body begins to feel hot. Initially, she attempts to ignore it and return to her own room, and attempts to make her way out, no doubt being followed by Izeel for observation, she ignores him, unable to concentrate on anything but the intense heat that begins to radiate from her body.
COUGH.
COUGH.
COUGH.
COUGH.

The witch's eyes widen, and for once, panic is visible in her eyes. So easily distinguishable as she's never felt this type of pain, or unexpectedly lost teeth. She knows something is wrong, but now there's nothing anyone can save her from the effects of her own actions. What she, or anyone, didn't know, is that the soul king blood is the final component to awaken El Cristal Sangriento (血の結晶 [Rom. Chi no kesshō] Lit. "The Bloody Crystal"), and with herself acting as a catalyst, it begins its own awakening. Reiatsu bursts violently from two sources, Elliora herself, and the crystal imbedded in her chest. It melds and swirls together violently, while her body suddenly explodes into a fiery blaze.

The pain receptors in her body go insane as her body incinerates where she stands, her body regenerating and burning away just as quickly as it regrows. She can't see, in fact, her eyes burst, time and time again as flames continue to consume her. In her agony, she propels herself forward blindly, unable to see or feel the direction she is going, and bursts through several self-regenerating walls. Her loud wails are heard all throughout Las Noches, even further beyond, to the far reaches of Hueco Mundo. Like a dying animal, Elliora coughs and hacks, as her vocal chords burn away and regenerate repeatedly. For once, her rapid regeneration becomes a weakness, not allowing her to die a swift death, instead, it forces her to survive time and time again. Boils form on her body, and burst, splashing the walls she flies past and crashes against with pus and blood, even leaving charred marks from simply scraping against the wall. Like Helliodoro, she shoots through in a blaze, leaving trails of fire and destruction in her wake.
She can't think, can't formulate a single coherent thought as her body burns away. For once, she feels fear. With no discernable end to this anguish. Blind, deaf, and dumb, there is nowhere for her to seek solace from this. How could anyone possibly help? There was nothing to extinguish these powerful flames. They were unnatural and ominous; ethereal. Inside her, the source of this immense spectacle is undergoing it's own metamorphosis, feeding from Elliora, and fusing with the drops of blood from the Soul King, the crystal is presented with enough energy and power to awaken. It disintegrates the bone, muscle, and skin covering it on her chest, showing itself and the moving faces for the first time in possibly millennia. Not only would it be foolish to grasp this from her chest, but it would be a certain death sentence, as it would immediately begin to incinerate and consume anyone that grazes it. The only option, letting it cease on it's own.

Time feels endless in this state for her, when in actuality, this happens in a series of minutes. She was certain she was going to die, unable to see her newfound family and friends for one last time, just when things were becoming fun for once. She never got the chance to play with Marcos, or Emilia like she would have liked. What would Elliseo, Enrico, and Abraam do without her? Surely they'd be lost and bored. She couldn't forget the humans, pity that she didn't get another chance to feast on souls either. Her own thoughtlessness and refusal to deny herself anything she so desires, finally resulted in her suffering true anguish. Infinitely worse than any slice or stab, or frostbite. This feels las if her body is trapped within a sun itself, every inch of her body on fire, gone one second, and back the next, only to be scorched away just as fast.
The burning Crow soars through the sky, when a sudden, and final, burst of reiatsu hastens her decent. The reiatsu mixes with the flames, and gives the appearance of wings, instead making the crow take the appearance of a mystical phoenix soaring flying through the skies. Her decent is turbulent, she has no vision-- no control, and crashes violently, shattering several bones. Some broken so severely that they protrude from her skin, forming pools of blood beneath her, and filling the air with the scent of bunt flesh. But finally, the flames slowly die down, allowing her regeneration to heal her skin, and all her appendages back in place. She looses consciousness, and her body appears as if nothing at all happened to it.

Elliora Lillit was trapped in a coma. Her body completely unscathed, but her mind unable to wake from her slumber after activating El Cristal Sangriento. The drain on her energy was to great to immediately recover, but none other would have survived such an ordeal, resulting in failure in activating the crystal. They would have undoubtedly disintegrated into dust in a matter of seconds.
The espada receives countless visits from Enrico, Abraam, and Elliseo, their clashing personalities resulting in bickering and fighting between them to be left alone in their visit. Fighting that escalated enough to force a schedule to be set, granting them a couple hours each day. But it is within one of the gaps in their visits that Elliora's eyes finally open for the first time in eighty-four years. She stares blankly, trying to remember... anything. Though not strange from her, she does not remember how she burned alive. The last eventful thing she can remember for certain was Maximiliano's rage and disdain toward the failures of the arrancar. She grabs her head, a throbbing headache ails her as she sits up. She recognizes her room, her trinkets and trophies, and the hoards of millians at her side, waiting for her to awaken. Though they don't notice her movement in their own slumber, exhausted themselves from trying to stay awake until she awoke herself. What interesting little creatures, showing concern for her. Carefully, Elliora gets out of her bed, careful not to stir the sleeping millian at her feet as she makes her way out of her birdcage.

She flies herself down to the only door at the base, unhindered and unaffected from any type of atrophy from her slumber, she feels no different than if she had taken a thirty minute nap. As she approaches the doorway, it automatically opens for her, allowing her through. She walks through, into the hallway, in search of either Abraam, Elliseo, or Enrico.

 

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Every day since that day 100 years ago, Galia has had several things on his mind… One of which was Max's words, the other two were the strength of that Captain compared to him at that level, and… improving the strength of his Hierro and thus his spikes, so that they will never crumble to the likes of Shinigami again, especially that skunk headed gravity kid. His prime target for practice? One of Elliora's little stooges… Abraam. The first time was a little easy, Abraam thought it was safe to use his spikes as a springboard, and thought if he used his camouflage ability in Galia's spike field, he wouldn't be detected. Galia however can sense when others enter into the vicinity of his spike forest beneath Las Noches.
He used this technique to hunt, curious beings like Hollows and other arrancar unworthy of Max's presence would find themselves in the forest before reaching max's palace. It was like a bug lantern, drawing them in for the promise of an easy meal, when in fact they were the easy meal. Still… Abraam was a pet of that woman, and Galia wasn't dumb. A little fun with him perhaps, but not kill. He'd rather not ensue the wrath of the woman that killed the former 3rd espada instantly.
Speaking of which… During the last 100 years, 84 of hers was spent recovering in her room, from some freak accident Galia really didn't care much about. He grew pretty attached to Abraam, at least on a… very fun to fight with kind of standpoint. He watched how upset he, Elliseo, and that Blonde 4th espada bloke that talks to much, visit her, and… Galia made a decision to visit her as well, though she barely knew him at all. He was amazed by her power, that was about it. He'd only visited her once, as he did he crossed his arms and spoke to her at her bedside.
"Don't worry about Lizard boy. I'll keep him occupied and on his toes.."
And so… Galia and Abraam started a sort of friendship that only Arrancar could have; one of guts and glory. Over the course of the 100 years they have been at it beneath the halls of Las Noches, honing their skills. With every attack Abraam has done to his spikes and body, Galia has felt his defenses and their toughness increase with every blast. Soon, he would return to Max's presence and try to prove himself to the King once more. Why was it so important to him? Mostly survival. If he couldn't prove himself he will probably be destroyed by Max or the others if he saw fit to kill him. As he went to go find Max, However, as he slithered through the walls of the castle, he noticed the awoken Elliora. She was probably looking for one of her stooges.
"S'cuse me, Madame, Welcome back to us."
He'd give her a light, respectful bow before moving on. If she smells Abraam on Galia he'd tell her where he was, or at least give her hints, because he's not seen him today, which was saying something. Galia was actually headed to Izeel's lab, figuring Izeel and or Max could be there.