[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

[GhostSnake]

BORING

That is the current state of Hueco Mundo. The God King has been absent from his Kingdom of alabaster sands, perhaps it is this very same boredom that has pulled him away. The happenings within Izeel's lab while certainly comical would hardly be entertaining enough to sustain one seeking...further amusement. The death of another Arrancar is hardly call for alarm, a former espada stripped of their number for the same reason that has caused their death; their own powerlessness. This...loss as it were, if it could even be called such, was certainly no cause for alarm. The death of one former espada at the hands of another fallen sword.

Emilia contemplates her ambition, she weights her options and the cost of each choice. Instinct and self preservation steers her away from the direction of the Grinning Schemer and the newest brute to make itself known, encaged within a castle that served more as a prison far above and more importantly, away from Las Noches. As her mind traces between each candidate she settles on the one she perceives as the easier of the targets; the Shining Star that is Helliodoro, though before she can begin to fulfill her ambition she settles on an unexpected visitor.

"HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?!?!!?"

A Vagido fueled greeting accosts the walls of the floating Las Noches, a reiatsu foreign to those near helps to announce the presence of yet another visitor. It seems Las Noches was becoming quite the hub for these new souls, were they powerful enough to survive this nest of Hollow-born and serve the God King? That was yet to be seen. Like the Gu of lore, Las Noches was like a container and the Arrancar who entered into its walls were the poisonous creatures, locked inside where they killed and devoured one another, the potency of the poison growing stronger and more concentrated. Izeel is first to address this new ally or potential threat, silently hoping the soul is the former and not the latter.

Further within the castle, a being that unbeknownst to himself, has become a target is emboldened by the very same boredom that plagues Hueco Mundo as he sits upon the God King's throne. The foolish star rampages, roused by the disturbance caused by the intruder. Tunnel vision guides Helliodoro as he makes his way towards this perhaps shortly lived visitor. The Gu that is Las Noches becomes even more rattled, though unintentional the espada had used quite a proper word. There was indeed an imbalance, one of personalities crashing one against the other, something that served to make the situation and the contents, in this case..the arrancar, more volatile.
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Emilia confronts her own personal intruder and rather further assessing this new being who has made her way into her personal home...she recruits her, dubbing this Arrancar whom she has never met as her Fraccion. A bold and interesting move..but, she wouldn't have been the first to do so. Their new partnership is perhaps a shortlived one as the voice of Abraam intrudes, announcing his own thoughts, his own ambitions that were not dissimilar from Emilia's. Ironic that while she had been contemplating her prey earlier to raise her rank within the pecking order of the Espada, she herself had already been targeted to restore one's position into the ranks. The espada dismisses the words of her former peer, denouncing his right to the title he sought after, it seems a confrontation was inevitable.

With so much going on, none of it seemed to matter, nothing transpiring was entertaining enough to truly call him forth.

"OOOOOOH, NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

A cackle joined by a all too familiar voice echoes in the far end of Las Noches. Inside a peculiar room, one where direction was meaningless and absurd was the Primera. He lay sprawled on, what to a normal person would be a ceiling but appeared like the floor to Marcos. In front of him was what appeared to be a Garganta hovering in the space ahead, but instead of an unending darkness...it was the World of the Living, specifically Naruki City. In the center of the expansive city, above the trees, the buildings, the largest and tallest of structures was the tear in space. It was nothing grandiose or expansive, but it was enough. While Marcos himself could not be perceived through it, it is through this broadcast that he could perceive multiple places, people, things. His fingers formed rings around his eyes, the makeshift binoculars spying on the inhabitants of the living world.

Scouring the earth with his eyes, he perceives humans being picked off by Hollows, lost and frightened as they are preyed upon by the monsters that exist outside their ability to see. Slitted pupils dilate as his eyes and head shift towards another direction, perceiving a flicker of green light.

"Oh? Why isn't that a familiar scent. Or..rather a similar one?"

Before he could continue with his train of thought, he spots the owner of said "scent", which in truth was nothing more than his spiritual signature. It belonged to a crimson haired man that had been walking behind a woman, the two vanishing with the twinkling of green light. As a hollow himself, Marcos could tell when a soul had been lost, the crimson headed male resurfacing as he causally walked away. The Primera snickers briefly but is quickly bored again, that is until something else catches his eye.

A similar tear in space, far larger and eye-catching etches itself across the space within the skies of Naruki. Marcos can't help but wonder if someone else was spying on Naruki City. Though curious he decided he was better off changing channels, not feeling like sharing his current show with another. There was nothing worse than commentary outside his own after all. The Garganta he had been observing through slowly closed itself before he could perceive the thrilling airchase that would inevitably end in the birth of a new Fullbringer. No sooner had the Broadcast closed, it reopened in the skies above Karakura Town. It truly was as if the man had simply changed channels on a television.

This time his pink peepers lock onto a single shinigami darting about, something that wasn't noteworthy, he continues his search. He scans the surface of Karakura: humans traveling to and from work, or from school, playing in the streets, shinigami dying-

"HUH?! WAIT WHA-?"

It all happened so fast, there was one particularly strong soul amongst the bunch of shini, but they were all kaput, broken and dead so quickly! WHAT A HOOT! A TOTAL RIOT!! The thing that did that, was it one of those-

"Ahhh who cares! Its looking more and more like the human world is a place to visit!"

Losing focus from the broadcast his submerges into thought, contemplating his decision. Naruki City seemed like a fun place, but he had no idea who was trying to butt in on his fun from earlier. He didn't want to risk running into some killjoy. He nods his head, eyebrows moving and head swaying as if he were listening to actual input from someone else. If he was going to take a trip it was better to at least bring a friend along. His mind once again begins to wander as the scenes displayed in the Garganta Broadcast become lost to him. Images dart and flicker about within his mind, settling on a meshy ball of grotesque flesh. He slams his fist into his open hand as he has a eureka moment.

While ignorant to Kassius's form, he recalls that Maxy had paid extra attention and care to it. In his fractured mind pieces of information surface and float to the surface like debris in a pond, images of the floating prison that was Kassius's castle. Nodding his head rather aggressively the Primera is simply...gone, the Garganta Broadcast lingering for several moments more before sealing itself. ​

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The sound of the resting catatonic Kassius fills his quarters, spared from his repeated abuse thanks to the the shackles of boredom that bind him, shackles that would soon be undone. As he lays there, immersed in the dull feeling that weighs him down, that singular eye, should it be open or even flicker open would see him: Marcos, casually sitting on the ceiling as though it were the floor and Kassius was the one upside down stuck to a ceiling.

"Well arent'y YOU a big one! You look bored pal, lets have some fun!"

His signature sharp toothed cheshire grin stretches along his mask covered face, pink hues flickering with excitement, his reiatsu composed counterpart nodding its head profusely. While others were avoiding the brute that was Kassius, eagerly hoping he stayed quiet, Marcos instead had gone right for him, eager to rouse the resting giant awake. Was it ignorance, or sheer stupidity that guided the antics of the grinning Primera? As he busies himself "befriending" his soon to be accomplish, an anomaly takes place within Hueco Mundo, the hollows gathered there began to leave their respective territories in hoards, stampeding through one garganta after another.

 

[ShusukeKiyoshi]

An expected response to what was an otherwise bold action and statement. The Lagarto (Lizard) slithered into the room containing the universe's most common elements, the abode of the current Sixth Strongest Espada, Emilia Kastile. Welcoming a new pet that appeared to have emerged from the depths of the waterbed within this asylum of elements, pointing the tip of her pale white halberd Zanpakuto to the neck of the first intruder. The Sexta Espada's streak of violence runs deep, displayed when the Espada had first come together in a small amount. She only allowed the teal headed creature to exit the pond if she swore allegiance to the one who bore heterochromia. An interesting proposal for the first intruder, he wondered if he would be offered the same fate should he fail to set out on what he intended to do. But he had just finished serving one being, he did not intend on doing the same for another. His ostentatious entrance into the home of Kastile was met with little push back, the gate coming down in puzzle pieces as they were hacked away by the sheer speed and quickness of the former Quinto Espada. While his entrance was unhindered, his presence was most certainly unwanted.

Upon entry, he took note of all the decorative ornamentation as well as composition of each element found within the apartment. Purity existed within each one, not a single molecule was artificial in its making, which bred the question of what use it had to the magenta haired Demon. Nearly as soon as his statement upon entry was given, a sigh of annoyance was breathed from the alabaster and black mask of the Arrancar, breaths of ice could be seen as it leaks from where her mouth would have been, a cold misty haze matching the very souls of those who dwelled in this realm. Turning her mismatched gaze towards the vacant space of where she assumed Abraam would be, searching for the gaps and inconsistencies within her own combating spiritual prowess. An astute search method surely, however although she was able to somewhat locate Abraam, doesn't mean he would have stayed in one place for very much longer.

"Claim what is rightfully yours?" a soft bellow would leave Emilia's throat, Abraam apparently wasn't taken seriously. So he studied intently on how he intended to open that same vocal cavity so she would be informed as to how little he himself was playing around. So he stayed silent and allowed her to "mock" his lost placement in the upper army. "You never once had the right to the title of 6th Espada, you once held 5th but that was taken away from you."

The throwing of proverbial salt in one's wounds. Abraam was far past his sudden demotion, in fact, he welcomed anyone who assumed him to be weak and had every intention of proving those who would think so wrong. One thought however remained, if Emilia thought herself stronger, and still claimed to be the Sixth Espada without taking on the title of Fifth, she couldn't be as powerful as she could have possibly claimed.

Could she?

Even subtle movements allowed for him to be nimble enough to move at a moment's notice. Without an untrained eye or specialized skill in Sonìdo, There was a very small gap that would even allow Emilia to perceive his movements. Her reiatsu slowly eats up the leftover space in the room, with hers combating his in a slow power creep for dominance. Even the little guppy who originated from the waterside crept out of the wading waters to fully visualize the fight that would most assuredly ensue. What Emilia would have thought was preventative action, attempting to end this battle just as quickly as it started, darting off with a brazenly loud Sonìdo, as the vibrations from each step created a soundwave that did the very opposite to what Abraam's Sonìdo was capable of. Piercing through the ears of both Cordelia and Abraam alike, he however was more prepared having been exuding his own reiatsu to fill the room with his own variant of sinister energy. Appearing fast to maybe her new Fraccion, and quite potentially tricking herself that she possessed real speed. The opposite couldn't be more true as Abraam’s own mastery of it was heightened along with his unnatural form of vision, he had no issue of following the steps made by the heterochromatic vixen. She struck Abraam in his lower abdomen, closest to where a human's liver would have been located. Having appeared to have hit her intended target, Abraam's body was pierced clean through. With an absence of blood, the Lagarto's body began to metamorph back to its true appearance, the golden eyed Hollow bearing the long white robe and white track pants was now visible.

Until he wasn't.

In the same millisecond of impact between the piercing of the zanpakuto and lifting of the body, an unseen force appeared to have completely severed the right arm of the female arrancar from Emilia's blind spot, emerging from her direct left side. At a blinding speed and with a single soundless step, Abraam performed one of the most difficult Sonìdo techniques that existed among the higher ranked Espada. One Emilia might not have been too familiar with first hand. There would have been next to little possibility of her perceiving the side step, as she was in her own state of rapid movement, albeit a much slower one. Abraam had the attack planned out from the moment he stepped into her hallowed ground. The weight of the former Abraam upon her halberd would have been lifted as the twin Lizards body dissipated not long after impact, leaving her weight with the weapon unbalanced. The unseen Abraam would now take this opportunity of close quarters and lift his sword arm once more to perform his crude style of swordsmanship, taking the edge of his blade and severing the magenta colored head from her otherwise pale and small body. Now the bloodshed was visible. Should she fail to recognize her errors, she would most certainly find death awaiting her and dreams of advancing further in the army would be halted. Forever. Should she have been felled by the single swoop, the Lizard would take futher measure, and dismiss the would be deceased Arrancar and seperate her from all of her limbs, starting at the joints. A cunning display of speed, and skill behind an edged weapon, she would find it difficult to defend against what she cannot see.

Although Emilia's reiatsu was formidable, she still could not stop the temperature from dropping, effectively freezing over the pond Cordelia slipped out of with a thin film of ice that would surely thicken should it be left alone. Furthermore, the lava fall itself would begin to become slowed in its line of travel, as the magma starts becoming more thick and viscous, with larger rocks now forming into even larger boulders as the heated earth fell into its adjoining pond. The scene was set for battle, and the cast was ready to perform.

Lights, camera, bloodshed.

 

[Vesper]

The Mantis resolved to not intervene in whatever the hell was transpiring within the lab. His original intent was to see if Izeel could provide for him a Gigai to head to the World of the Living, but felt now that if things were to escalate too far, he'd have to make an effort to neutralize the situation. Yandiel didn't care if something happened out in the desert but after the damage that was brought to the fortress in times prior, he aimed to attempt to preserve it. He only really formed this desire out of trying to limit the souring of Max's mood, which if it was to occur could be problematic to them all. Even if it was just something that created further racket.

For now, Yandiel would keep a close eye on the beings within the lab... from afar. He'd respond if it was necessary. If a fight broke out right now, it'd be within Izeel's domain, leaving the problem to ultimately be his own. The isolation he had by remaining within the outer corridor eventually was broken by the absentminded contact that the child-like Arrancar had made with him. He made no reaction to it initially, unmoving as if he was a wall. The only action being the shifting of his eyes to take a glance of Elliora. The last he had seen her, besides walking into the lab that is, she was completely ravaged from her exchange the other week but still within her normal appearance. Was this change something that Izeel had caused or was this some form of self-created by the injuries she took? Maybe it was a way of healing from such severe damage having been done of her, reducing her size unconsciously to require less space for a recovery.

Yandiel had studied the past of this hallowed halls and those that had trekked through it prior. This gave him some awareness of a former Espada that had a similar change in form. It may be of the exact same circumstance. Would he took reform in such a way if he had the same events occur to him? Or was this a unique occurrence? The fascination towards this situation would steal his attention for a bit, though his ear would still be trained on those that dwelled in this area. He tailed behind the gremlin and called out to her.

"Elliora."

His formless voice pierced the former Cero Espada's mind. Sounding almost as if it was a foreign thought within her brain. He could tell from the exchange prior that she was unstable, more so than before in any case, and likely not in a capacity for an intelligent conversation. Instead, he would gauge her reaction and keep it simple.

"What do you remember of your time here?"

Does she have such memories or was it beaten out of her? Yandiel kept himself prepared for some irrational action from her in response to his intrusive way of speaking. To be fair, he was always ready to retaliate if someone made a move, but it was even more so apparent that he needed to do so now. After all, she did just mercilessly eradicate that pathetic Arrancar. Something that did bring him comfort, for he likely would have done so if she hadn't.

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[Taichou]

It’s been years. Centuries. Millenia. An eternal purgatory worse than the depths of hell. What is worse than the worst imaginable thing? Nothing. That is what the Cero Espada sufferers for what must have been eons now at this point. Nothingness, boringness. Even the internal walls of this sentient prison are unmoving, unfeeling, uneventful. When he had first awoken, Kassius raged and rampaged on and on, his tear of destruction enough to utterly obliterate Las Noches three times over now. Yet still, derived from his own cellular structure, this prison of his was able to regenerate time and time again. Regardless, Kassius had rampaged on tirelessly, and would have undoubtedly reached a level of power that would tear through the structure. What had stopped the rampaging titan was no external force, nor fatigue of exhaustion. Rather, it was boredom that quelled the beast. Boredom, which lulled him into a catatonic state, one with such extreme murderous intent, that it would have long gone into a mindless slaughter, where it not for the isolation of this cell.

Laying in the center of this flesh-prison is the hulking form of the seven foot, six hundred pound monstrosity known as Kassius. Rendered unconscious from a lack of stimulation, he sleeps in his catatonic state, loudly snoring away. Even in his sleep, the murderous brute emits a constant stream of unending Vagido (ヴァヒード, vahīdo; Spanish for "Child's Wail"). Each snore, echoing from the cavernous chamber of his mouth, explodes outward with a wave of force that would rend flesh from bone. The interior substance of this prison blisters and bursts, tearing apart with each excruciating exhale that he emits, before rapidly healing during the break of the proceeding inhale. Upon Marcos’ arrival into the scene, his sudden appearance would find him materializing just as one of these deadly-vagido-snores reaches its peak. The extraordinarily loud sound would ensure that Marcos perceives it clearly, preventing him from ignoring that damage that it would cause. The vibrational force behind each soundwave would be enough to rupture every organ in the Primera’s body, bursting open his chest cavity, eyes, eardrums, and tearing his flesh from his limbs, before shattering the bones.

Even in his most peaceful state, the Cero Espada is an unending source of murderous power. Just as his birth into this world has proven, he does not even need to be aware of a victim’s presence in order to brutalize them. However, for all the violence in Kassius, there is equal trickery in Marcos. Undoubtedly the Primera Espada would find some way around this first wave, and perhaps even around the subsequent two snoring-blasts that would follow. Regardless, even if Marcos were caught off guard and maimed, the cat would still possess numerous additional lives. This means that the purple-haired trickster’s plan would be fated to occur, as he might now find himself to be one of the only arrancar capable of surviving an interaction with this beast.

"W-

Immediately, the perceptive Arrancar would be forced to watch as tendrils lash out faster than he can even blink. With their ends transformed into Zanpakuto-steel, the tendrils would serve as scalpel-sharp blades, whipping and whizzing through the air directly towards the new guest. These whips burst from Kassius’ still form, launching outwards like missiles seeking the Primera from all sides. With his back to the roof of the prison, Marcos would have nowhere to go, as every direction he might propel himself with Sonído (響転 (ソニード), Sonīdo; Spanish for "Sound", Japanese for "Reverberating Turn") would send him flying directly into one of these blades. Further, even should the Primera avoid the initial assault, these tendrils would continue their pursuit, chasing him unrelentingly with the intent to eviscerate his flesh.

-ell arent'y YOU a big one! You look bored pal, lets have some fun!"

Kassius’ face twists into a demented grin as his eye shoots wide open, immediately locking onto Marco’s position. It might be even that Marco’s perception abilities are failing him now, as there was not even a moment between his slumbering state to this level of malicious ecstasy. The cat would not be able to perceive the Brute's lips curling nor his eyelid opening, rather, it’s as though his face had instantly shifted from sleeping to smiling. After so much time locked in solitary confinement, feared by every living soul below him, including even that of the God King, Kassius wondered if he would ever find another victim to prey upon. Little did he expect a cat to saunter into the den of a lion.

“GAHAHA FUCKING FINALLY!”

 

[GhostSnake]

The gargantuan creature shaped in the form of a man slumbers away. He is a specimen of power, evident by the muscles that give him shape, and the fact that even something as casual as his snores carry power behind them. The man's prison made home, designed to hold him suffers repeated assault, incapable of doing anything outside of its design; suffer, endure, and contain. Marcos appears, fixated to the ceiling, his posture laxed, his signature smile ever etched upon his face. Like the walls surrounding the slumbering brute, reason says the espada should be turned to mush, for clearly he was capable of hearing the loud vagido infused snores, how could he not? Still in his catatonic state Kassius does not perceive the unusual, a perfectly intact Marcos.

While it is true being able to hear Kassius snores means the espada is aware of them, while the walls themselves blister and burst repeatedly from the abuse it is regrettably, or...rather thankfully for the Primera that his ignorance spares him a similar fate. They say ignorance is bliss, and such a testament is doubly true for the Primera Espada. While Marcos can perceive the sound of Kassius snores, and while he registers them as incredibly loud what doesn't register to the espada is that his body is meant to be turned to mesh from the sheer force of the sound. To Marcos, he perceives only a loud amusing sleeping bear of a man, and not the unstoppable monster the others fear releasing Vagido after Vagido that would obliterate perhaps any other soul within Hueco Mundo save the God King. The espada perceives himself as he was before and when he arrived and so does not register the force and power of the vagido as anything other than what it was...a snore.

"Well arent' YOU a big one! You look bored pal, lets have some fun!"

As Marcos speaks, whip-like tendrils, their ends fashioned into steel rivaling that of a Zanpakuto whip out at him. Their speed remarkable, reaching his resting post faster than the primera could blink. Yet as the espada speaks his voice moves from being distant to now coming from the wall just behind the Cero espada. Still holding the same posture and pose as before is Marcos in his new location with nearly a dozen feet worth of distance between them. The transition was so minute that it was as though Marcos had been in his new location all along. Marcos was certainly a master of Sonido, so it isn't impossible for him to achieve such speeds, however a more observant and intuitive person may come to realize that it is a feat not accomplished by speed. As Marcos currently has no one who is truly acquainted with him there exists none who know the secrets to some of his rather unusual quirks. Much to the misunderstanding of many, there are times where Marcos may bridge impossible gaps and distances not from using his mastery of Sonido, but rather simply perceiving himself at a particular place, thus occupying that space as though he was always there. When doing so there are no signs to be felt, no trace to be tracked or followed. It is the same measure used to instantly appear within the Cero espada's domain.

The Grinning Schemer is met with the twisted grin and the opened eye of Kassius who is now stirred from his boredom induced coma. The blades attached to the tendrils alter their course, their speed no less remarkable than initially displayed, yet each time they propel themselves towards the Primera its as though they are halted by some unknown force. Streaks of fluorescent pink twinkling sparsely in the air. as the blades tirelessly move to tear through the cheshire espada, finding no quarter. Even as they evolve or rather, should they evolve to move faster, to become sharper that unbreachable wall seems to persist. The shared stare is extremely short lived, as Marcos is seen strolling around as if exploring the place, admiring the décor. While the exchange may have seemed to last for an extended amount of time, it was hardly a hair's breadth away from the time it took one to blink.

“GAHAHA FUCKING FINALLY!”

Marcos's head spins as though on a swivel to stare at Kassius, his sharpened cheshire grin expanding further. Hearing his fellow espada he incorrectly believes that Kassius knows why he is there and has been waiting patiently for Marcos to come and pick him up. A Descorrer (解空(デスコレール), Desukorēru; Spanish for "Drawing Back/Opening", Japanese for "Loosed Void") opens up beside him with a casual flick of his finger. The space twisting and opening up to reveal a massive maw of darkness, welcoming and more importantly, large enough for the two to enter through.

"I KNOW RIGHT?! I KNEW YOU'D GET ME!! LETS GO!!"

Marcos exclaims excitedly, still disllusioned by the whole situation. With the Garganta open Marcos...both of them? Stand on either side of the opening, the forms glitching in place, giddily awaiting their travel buddy to come with them on the grandest of adventures. Again, the Primera appears, accompanied by himself, as though his counterpart had always been there. A simple blink and he was there, no..perhaps even should one not blink and stared they would be hard pressed to discern when the double even appeared, let alone how. Regardless that wasn't what was important, what was important was the fact that not only was this madman giving Kassius a free ticket out of his prison to who knows where, but this creature who defied the laws of common sense, capable of enduring the presence of Kassius the Brutal was accompanying him. Two espada, running loose...fully unrestrained. A storm was brewing, one that perhaps was incapable of being weathered.

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