[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Everything was dark; There was absolutely no light around anywhere. Warping space filled his ears as he started his descent. " When did i get here? How did I get here? "
Gusts of air made violent hisses as he started to build speed. A crack and boom as his limp body broke the sound barrier.
" Ah.. yeah! This cool cat was running around with a gargoyle. Then I saw that giant ball in the sky... Did I get them? Were they delicious? I still hunger, so I don't think I got them... My mouth would taste like their blood... although I never wish to hurt my friends... it just seems like so much fun to chew on them. "
He turns to face the landmass below, a blip. How far did he manage to ascend? He couldn't recall what was out there regardless. He plummeted towards it. Finally, the frosty feeling in his limbs was gone, and his body was warm from the heat fumigating around and off his flesh.
" Now that's much better; the moon is so cold and lonely. This heat, I like that. "
Grimaldi-Uzziel Ortiz, an Arrancar of a curious past, now descends towards Las Noches Castle. After having climbed the skies for over a hundred years. His task by Maxamilliano was simple, Learn more of the Vasto Lorde and report his discoveries. This was easier said than done, considering their burning ball of Vasto Lorde greatness loved to flare through the skies aimlessly, or so it seemed to Grim. Either way, it seemed the Hollow wished to be left alone for now, so it is what Grimmy would have to tell Maxxy.
In what seemed like a small infinity for Grimaldi, he had spent the last ten years falling back to Las Noches from his travels. Grimaldi spent his first year convincing Max to allow him to be his Fraccion and Besto Friendo. Providing the next 89 years to follow and chase the Hollow, Vasto Lorde into oblivion for all Grimaldi could describe it. He was finally sick of it and wished to return and make many more Arrancar friends. Including the pair he had met in the forest many, many moons ago.
" I wonder if those two got the name of our fusion right. I hope it's nothing lame. "
In what would seem like seconds to those around and in Las Noches castle. The sonic boom that gave off of Grimaldi's body would send minor cracks through the living organism of a castle. Quickly after, a perfectly massive yet still human-sized hole was punched clean through several of the many towers and walls.
Excuuuuuse me! I'm walking here!
" OOF! Sorry about that! Hey, nice sheets! Oops didn't mean to wake you! Ahh shit the Garganta Room!"
He continued as he screamed through each wall with a loud crash and shamble of fleshy brick. The castle walls regenerating soon after, making each quip cut off at the last second. Eventually, he was spat out around the meeting hall, catching himself as he stopped from stumbling forward on his face. Making his near fall look planned, he slid on top of the meeting table until he reached the end, a sly whistle tracing his skid over the table.

" Hoooooney I'm hooooome! Oh my, This is a nice castle. Max wasn't lying. Anyone home? "
He blinked a few times before hopping up and walking off to explore the castle. He did this until coming to a large set of double doors. Sniffing it, he would swing them open and leap into the room.
" Boo! I got you! " Alas, the room would be empty.
" Well... since the Arrancar who sleeps here isn't here, I might as well look around their personal belongings! " He stepped into the room and nearly tripped again as he stumbled onto a pile of pillows in the middle of the floor. Looking further into the room, there were many more pillows just piled up.
" What kind of lazy pig lived here? "
He would take his time taking piles and pillows out of the room and dumping them over the railing outside on the balcony. Eventually, from the skies above, it would start to rain in the near hundreds of pillows.
" No no no! these must go go go! " He would occasionally chant after chucking another armful over the railing.

 

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The gentle rumble of a beast has all the ability to lull the Forest of Menos asleep as it also rests, undisturbed in its cloudy cage. Its breath is easy, unlabored as it rests in peace. One hundred years of silence, save for the rats that scurried along with the floors. The large deer rested deep in the Forest, surrounded by wispy grey clouds that hovered along the ground, translucent and extending far and wide, allowing for the beast to be aware of all that surrounded him without much of an effort.
A surprise came when the deer had felt the pressure of a familiar presence begin to seem into his own space, causing the beast to pry his eyes open and lift his head with a sharp exhale through his snout. It turns its head, left and right, not necessarily searching for this particular thing, but rather the hindrances that liked to linger in the shadows.
“Ciervo, I know you are lurking around here.”
It was a familiar voice that echoed in the vast Forest and slowly did the deer rise from his resting place, his antlers breaking away the stalks of quartz-like trees and their branches to give his large body room to stand at his full twelve feet. With thunderous footsteps, his hooves dug into the gravel beneath him, crushing the sprites and bits and pieces of flesh and bone of fallen adjuchas that had kept him fed for all of these years. The deer’s navy orbs scanned the horizon until they zeroed in on the speck of a monster in human skin that sat before him, just ten meters away.
“¿Qué hace un bicho en el bosque de una bestia?” (What is a bug doing in a beast’s forest?)
Digging his hooves into the ground, the large deer lowers his head closer to the ground, its eyes still focused on the thing that is Yandiel. Unlike the rest of its pristine body, the antlers that sit atop of its head, warped and curved in all directions were dyed in a rustic red, blood from its past victims still residing on its tips. Perhaps at this moment, they would be dripping with a brighter shade by the end of this conversation.
The Tierra de Compulsión (強制の地, Kyōhaku no Ji, "Land of Compulsion") had extended further, a gentle breeze brushing past Yandiel in a flurry as Santana Merrlo makes his acquaintance with a former entity from the past. If there were no problems to be had, residing in the zone that had extended well over a hundred meters from the beast’s current location would be the safest from immediate harm. However, Satana was vaguely familiar with the roaming soloist. The two of them understood what true solitude meant, so why he was being sought out had alarmed the deer to no end.
What did he want?

 

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Yandiel spent his time sitting perfectly still while in wait for his acquaintance. So still that his eyes did not even close once. Blankly staring forward into the darkness with no particular focus on anything. His attention was only present in the realm of sound, listening for the smallest changes in the environment, well outside of his line of vision. The pattern of a distinctive gait snapped his eyes in the corresponding direction, finding a presence that also came with words.
“¿Qué hace un bicho en el bosque de una bestia?” (What is a bug doing in a beast’s forest?)
The insect took no effort to move from where he had perched, instead only resting his elbow against a thigh and leaning into his own hand. A smile spanned across his face at the sight of the abstractly patterned stag. It seemed like a lifetime ago since they had been in each other's presence, especially given their respective perspectives on uniting with others.
"Eres más hermoso de lo que recuerdo."
You are more beautiful than I remember.
The words that found their way into the mind of Santana carried a tone of sincerity though likely were also said to embellish the proposition that followed.
"It has certainly been a while. Has it not? I won't waste your time. Over the last century or so the God-King's forces have been dwindled down a tad after a... conflict of interest. I have been working under him now for a few decades and we are in the process of filling our ranks once more."
Yandiel divided his lips to transform his casual grin into one that displays his teeth. He knew that there was a spark or even a flame that dwelled within the other male, something that he did not wear openly. Appealing to that aspect would be key in getting the answer to his proposition that he wanted.
"I know you like to be left to your own devices, but there's certainly more to you than that. I thought of you the moment that the rebuilding effort was stressed a bit more. There is so much fodder down here but you. You can handle yourself quite well. And I think you could even be a great asset to our King. Not to mention there's always the perk of getting to clash with others worthy of us here and there. Rather than simply crushing whatever pests linger nearby in this forest. So I'm here to offer you a position equal to my own. The title of Fracción. That is to say the personal one of Max himself. And with that... The inevitable moment to destroy those outside Hueco Mundo. Shinigami, Quincy, Humans, and whatever else lay across our veil will be subject to your power."
It was with that final remark that Yandiel took to his feet, continuing to look upon Santana. His eyes holding a determined look but still some level of softness to them. A quality that showed his intention but also that this was not a hostage situation. The deer held the final say in what became of his future. Though this also meant that it would require him to take effort to shed his quadruped form and evolve into the state of Arrancar.

 

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“Eres más hermoso de lo que recuerdo.”
Santana huffs gently and has yet to move from his current position. He is silent, for he knows that he has no reason to have come so far for a compliment. And as he predicts, Yandiel continues with his proposition. The Guardian of the Forest begins to settle himself as the little bug begins his tirade, spewing out the nonsense of his endeavors over the last century. As he moves, the forest grounds groan as he drops his weight right down and dares to begin another period of rest yet again.
Yandiel’s storytelling was much more soothing than the screams of these wily adjuchas that crossed his path here and there. If he could help it, Santana would fall into slumber once more had it not been for the enticing invitation that his old… friend offered.
Santana had heard of the call that this God-King had called upon after the death of the former Vincent Bautista. It was a shame, but Hueco Mundo was a lawless land, and death was the easiest thing here to come by. What was another death, even if it happened to be a former powerhouse? The offer sent all those years ago had many of these underwhelming morsels running to claim a seat of their own in this newborn’s militia. However, Yandiel’s most recent news had only confirmed his suspicions at the failing recruits.
“...And what if I refuse your generosity?”
Even if Yandiel had served this new God-King so diligently, those promises that had just spilled from his lips -- would they be able to hold true to his word? A fraccion of the God-King, no less, would amount to being among some of the strongest, if even only a simple fraccion. There was plenty of food for him down here. What a waste of effort it would be to offer his services to the land above, only to meet obstacles that he would have to cut down.
“If the God-King is so desperate for people that he sent a messenger, then my services will surely be wasted.” Santana rises to his feet upon his last syllable and turns away from Yandiel to return back to the depths of the forest… alone. “I have no qualms about driving you insane, however, for the sake of our old ties, I’ll allow you to leave unharmed today.”

 

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““...And what if I refuse your generosity?”
Yandiel watched Santana, taking in the notion that the thought at least crossed his mind. The mentioning of a possible refusal was to be expected, even he had hesitated to answer the call at the time it was given. Was this other Hollow truly content with hiding away from greater things? Could this hesitation be some decision towards self-preservation?
"Refusal is obviously an option. A slave is not what is being sought after."
“If the God-King is so desperate for people that he sent a messenger, then my services will surely be wasted. I have no qualms about driving you insane, however, for the sake of our old ties, I’ll allow you to leave unharmed today.”
The youthful Arrancar snickered at the stag as he turned away, finding the latter half of his remark a bit humourous.
"It isn't desperation. It was my suggestion. There is no longer any toleration for weakness within His court. A majority of the individuals who called themselves Espada were an utter disappointment. Ending up stripped of their titles and thrown out on their asses. They had one job and couldn't achieve that... I'm honestly surprised they received the mercy that they did."
Yandiel took a few steps closer towards Santana, respecting boundaries but narrowing the gap a bit. He didn't desire any conflict but was always prepared for backlash. He allowed for his body to remain relaxed to not give the idea that this approach may be hostile.
"Are you honestly content with staying down here? Surviving and that's it? Have you no pride in your potential? A desire to grow stronger than before? To be able to show off that strength. There is nothing down here for someone like you or me... just... an empty cycle. A position such as this means a much more meaningful existence. And yes, you would be in service to another, but you still would retain your autonomy. It would just be without having to hide down here with the weak."
The advancement of the male came to a stop, narrowing the distance by half. He extended a hand outward towards Santana in a position as if to shake hands, though fully aware that he did not have hands of his own. All the cards laid in the hooves of the wild beast before him. The only thing that could be done is to be as transparent in the offer as possible. The buck would be a good asset in the battles to come but also...
"Besides. I'd personally love your company. The others that remain are rather... different from us. I suppose you could say. And it's likely that those that will join us in the future will follow in suit with those trademark personalities. Working with someone that I can relate to. That I can understand their desires and reason for any contention is comforting. So if not be it for the sake of the God-King, consider the offer a request from one solitude enigma to another."