[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

[Frog]

No one should ever expect peace and quiet in the face of a Hollow, with Helliodoro, no one should ever expect anything but havoc. In an intriguing display of speed, Guillermo moves to step out in front of Helliodoro, although no words even begin to leave the Hollow, nor formulate in that mind of his. He gets no chance to gaze at the star any closer than he would have upon Helliodoro’s entrance. His feet do not even make proper contact with the floor. Searing white heat and unbridled destructive power is all that the tar-black Hollow finds. An arm outstretched to Hellio’s side is launched into the head of the horned Hollow in the form of a lariat. In the moment of contact, Guillermo’s body is subjected to an onslaught of multiple possible mutilations.

First comes the heat of the star, beyond that of anything else. The moment Helliodoro’s arm makes contact with the creature’s face, that face is gone, and then everything behind it instantly follows as the arm plummets through the head, seemingly Guillermo’s head never existed at this point. However, if Guillermo’s head is not reduced to nothing as it is enveloped in the light of the star he so idolizes, incinerated beyond ash, then the Hollows fate will prove to be even worse. His head shoots back, the skull collapsing into fragments and fusing with a mashed mess of what used to be a brain. The vertebrae along his neck are eviscerated , along with the tearing of the spinal cord itself, of course that doesn’t matter all too much. Hierro shatters all the same as bone and flesh rips and tears, the head coming free from the rest of the body, rocketing into the back of the lab.

If only that were the end of this savage display. If a certain stick wielding Arrancar were around today, he could fully foresee what was to come, a fate all too similar. Before the remainder of Guillermo’s body ever gets the chance to shoot backwards, it is met with a barefoot that plants itself to the chest of the Hollow. In that motion, Helliodoro essentially stomps downward, dragging the body with the brutal force to be mashed into the floor of the lab. Oddly enough, that foot does not simply burn through the Hollow’s body, no, this time it is personal. Helliodoro *MUST* exact his vengeance. That initial stomp craters the expanse of the Lab instantly, whatever countertops, machinery, materials and tests are strewn about are thrown violently throughout the room alongside shards the structure they stand in as it begins to crumble, as per usual. The fate of the Hollow is far worse as his chest caves in, mimicking the crater shape of the floor below, each and every organ within that body becoming pulp, that too melding with bonedust. Again that foot raises and stomps down once more, this time finding an arm. The limb is torn asunder at the point of contact and splits from the rest of the body, then a third, fourth and fifth time, each for the other limbs in rapid succession. With every stomp, the lab becomes less of a room and more of a cave, both collapsing the ceiling and digging a deeper floor plan for the room.

Finally it is done, everything is right once more and vengeance has been claimed. Helliodoro lets out a gentle sigh as he leaves that foot planted and buried into the mush that was once Guillermo. His hands meet his hips as takes a gaze around the surrounding rubble, looking for his way out. The room by this point is not even close to resembling what it once was. If he were lucky, he would not be buried here and be forced to bust his way out. An echoing roar shoots out from the bottom a pit he created.

“Eyo! Where’s the way out of here!? I know there was a door somewhere but I can’t find it no more…”

Pulling his foot from the remains, he scrapes the sole of his foot along the rubble, ridding himself of that mess before beginning to wander aimlessly in this pit. On occasion he steps up to one of the edges, tapping a knuckle to the sloped wall of this scar underground and hoping to hear anything that might indicate a way out. Of course, if he continues on at the bottom of the hole, there is no hope for leaving, he still has yet to realize just how far he has burrowed below an already underground facility. In these last moments, this oblivious nature is likely to be the most surprising thing for others to see, even then it is natural at this point. The unnecessary violence, that’s the norm for this star, everyone in this room has witnessed him before, with the exception of the pulp beneath which had only ever seen him fly.

Would they leave him in his own temporary mental prison, or would someone offer at least a hint to give him freedom? Or would they simply wait for anger to take hold and for more ruin to come.

 

[TaySMR]

Listen Here!

In all of his years, Guillermo had never gotten a chance to see the Star that constantly lit up the sky in Hueco Mundo. Although he had only just woken up, the first thing he took note of was the feeling of something lacking. Initially, he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. There was just a feeling he had while getting over the initial grogginess that came from a nap that spanned over a couple of centuries. Once he figured out what it was by simply looking up, a rare phenomenon took place. For the first time — quite possibly ever — he frowned. The insidious smile that typically adorned his face was nowhere to be seen as his mouth managed to hide his rather large and menacing white teeth. It's evident that this sadness was temporary, as he had clearly come across friends shortly after ruminating on Helliodoro's lack of presence in the sky. Clearly, he would soon find out why exactly that was.

A foreign presence entered Izeel's lab and was causing destruction. It's no wonder why Helliodoro came stomping down in order to permanently silence the annoyance. Not expecting nor caring about his number one fan, the Espada is quick to begin his onset with zero hesitation. It was unlikely that he expected the Vasto Lorde to be able to counter his assault. If he did, though, he probably didn't care. He was certainly the type to continue pressing on belligerently until he accomplished his goal—no matter how mundane it may have appeared to onlookers. Unbeknownst to Guillermo, he and Helliodoro are about to play right into Izeel's hand and aid in his research.

It's time to play tag!

Although the Vasto Lorde wanted nothing more than to embrace the Star whom he viewed as a divine being, the actions it was taking reminded him of his favorite game. A game of tag! Clearly, the Espada was it and trying to get Guillermo. While he may have thought he had a guaranteed chance to connect with the monster, it was already gone by the time Helliodoro's arm reached its intended destination. He was simply connecting with open space. If he wished to stomp on the being still, he would surely be out of luck. Unfortunately for him, Guillermo was just as unconventional of a fighter.

Long before the intended hit could connect, the monster's spiked tail jets into the ground and forces his body upward in a pushing motion. In an instant, he is propelled towards the ceiling. As it pushes him up, it withdraws itself from the ground it had previously planted itself into. Like a monkey with a weighted tail, Guillermo enjoys making use of his extra appendage. Having a tail was more valuable than having an extra set of arms or legs from his point of view. Still smiling, energy had already begun to swirl within him at the same moment his tail began to push him upward. While he reaches the ceiling at the same moment that he's propelled, any time used to gather his energy is useful. When he makes contact with the ceiling, he assumes a position on all forms with his back facing the ground, but his head remains angled towards the Star.

A tangerine ball of energy is discharged from the Vasto's mouth without any indication other than its intentional split-second charge of energy. This was not necessary, though, given the technique that it would soon employ. So, why is it then that it allowed for its energy to swirl in such a unique way? Perhaps the answer would soon be revealed. The blast of energy reads like that of a Bala to the untrained eye and sensor, but its shape and size of that of a regular Cero. However, just as it is fired towards Helliodoro, the energy contorts without warning. When it does this, it immediately splits into four blasts of energy. This is not the end of its transformation, though, as these balls of energy break down further, instantly becoming dozens of pieces of energy. Those within the room would be wise to not underestimate this technique, as the pieces are not only assaulting every corner of the room but are also similar to that of shotgun slugs. If one were brave enough to take even one of these dangerous pieces of energy head-on, they would find themselves with a sizeable hole on their body—likely multiple at that. Any contact with internal organs would prove the be fatal, while contact with hands and other appendages would guarantee them being blown entirely off.

Guillermo only wants to be friends, yet his actions say otherwise to the uninformed onlooker. This was simply a game of tag to him!

 

[Elk]

Emilia’s reiatsu continued to pour out through the room, despite his soundless step and speed it was enough to cause ripples all across the room. In the same millisecond his blade came in contact with her skin, it would be met with the sound of metal scraping across one another. This was Emilia’s Cuerpo volátil at work, as it came to cover the entirety of her body, bolstering hierro. Even at the meeting she was careful not to reveal her abilities.

Yet it was on display for Abraam to see. Her body twisted and turned in the direction that Abraam had been her halberd moving with her angling it in such a way that it would both block and deflect his blade downwards. In the same movement the pommel of her halberd moved bash the head of Abraam’s head, giving enough force to daze the man. One hand had moved above the bar of her zanpakutō in which a pink glow could be seen, shortly after a cero was released as it aimed to engulf and obliterate Abraam in his entirety.

“Did you think I was going to die so easily? A swipe on the arm? And one for my head?”

She had spoken with an annoyed voice, as her eyes glared around the area. Yes, she was annoyed with Abraam coming in, breaking her door down along with him expecting an easy win, but she was also annoyed at the fact that someone coming into her place happened twice. Perhaps a third guest might come, perhaps not; hopefully not.

“If this happens again I might as well turn this six into a nine and start gatekeeping… Best keep that one to myself The God King might deem it so.”

She was wary of Arrancar, who possessed the ability of Gemelos Sonido. She had experienced that speed before, but it was with Enrico and his use to transport them to at the time the newly created Las Noches and not fight against it. She was wary that the clones could be convincing enough to have taken and been severely wounded. It could give the illusion that they’re weaker in defense than they appear. Yet now she knew how it felt piercing a clone, with alquimista traicionero. That feeling was different from piercing a hollow, or an Arrancar, it was easier to pierce lighter when lifted.


“You feel that power too don’t you? The fight between Helliodoro and the new comer?”

Who she was asking was irrelevant; flares of reiatsu came out from the battle Helliodoro was involved in. She was envious that someone else took the chance to fight the shining star of Hueco Mundo. An opportunity for herself to ascend is gone for today, yet today also presented the opportunity that she can and will defend her title as the Sixth Espada, instead of waiting to get steamrolled by anyone who came to challenge her position.

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[Taichou]

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The interior of Kassius’ prison is transformed into nothing short of a blender. Even the most proficient masters of sonido would once more struggle to follow the trajectory of the lashing tendrils. The very air whistles as the blades slice through it, and cracks as the tendrils rapidly alter trajectory do deal out another slash. A whirlwind of death, several hundred lashes soon become several thousand, as the tendrils multiply, their speed and strength increasing. Gashes begin to plague the flesh-walls of the prison’s interior as Marcos casually strolls about. Soon, it begins to appear as though it was designed with head to toe crimson tiger-stripe wallpaper. That is, until nothing can be seen at all. The freshly inflicted wounds of the walls begin to faucet blood, spraying crimson into the air like a sprinkler system in a fire. For a moment, visibility becomes absolutely zero, as both Espada are forced to see red. Marcos, with his perception ability, would not be able to perceive the incoming attack, nor gauge its strength to perceive himself as faster or stronger. The tendrils on the other hand, continue to act independently, moving at blinding speeds from every angle around the Primera, their trajectory random and unpredictable, but their evisceration inevitable.

Just as quickly as they were lacerated, the walls suddenly heal, sealing off the torrent of blood. What liquid remains behind slowly seeps into the flesh, until it becomes completely absorbed, restoring the prison to pristine condition. Kassius tendrils continue their relentless hunt, growing even faster until now they can no longer be seen nor heard, and yet continue to strike with deadly accuracy all the same. However, at this point, having felt no contact with his illusory new play thing, Kassius begins to forget about his tendrils all together. Even still, his innate lust for blood continues propel the tendrils, again shredding apart the prison and turning it into a deathtrap for any other soul that might step into its confines. Though the lack of violent physical stimulation causes the Cero Espada to forget about his assault, the excitement at still brutalizing the intruder keeps him focused. His single eye dashes about as the blood mist dies down, until it locks upon the Cero Espada, drool begins to pour from the brute’s smiling lip, as now there is not one, but two victims standing before him.

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

Immediately, the raging brute smells something delicious. Perhaps the most pleasant sensation he has ever experienced, the enticing aroma completely eclipses his attention. His tendrils continue to pursue the two clones, splitting and growing duplicates of their own to compensate for the new number. However, his focus is on the Descorrer. When was the last time Kassius had eaten? He had tasted the brains of the current Segunda Espada: Helliodoro. Though a delicacy in itself, the meager morsel was weeks ago now. Kassius of course, with his unique physiology, does not need to consume spiritual energy as other hollows do. What he craves is not sustenance, nor even taste, but rather the sweet sensation of feeling a victim get crushed and mashed between his teeth. Truly this was a powerful sense, to be so strong as to entice the Cero Espada more so than the violence directly in front of him.

The drool recedes from the brute’s mouth, as his iris contracts, locking on, not to the cloned Espada, but rather the doorway they had opened. An intelligence glosses over the hulking man, showing that his rage was not necessarily mindless. As he walks towards the Descorrer, his tendrils thrashing about of their own volition, excitement is replaced with fascination. The shark-like smile is no more, his bared teeth replaced with a close lipped smile. Steadily, he walks towards the gaping maw of the Descorrer, placing a hand on both rows of teeth, as he looks through.

“Stay…”

The Brute has never seen this dimension before. His existence as a Hollow had been isolated, his monstrous power contained within the Dangai. As such, he had not undergone the rite of passage that so many of his hollow kin crave. He has never set foot into the world of the living. While living within the Precipice World, he had feasted on Shinigami and Human souls, evicted to Hueco Mundo he had tasted Arrancar. Now, he sees a playground filled with all three, an entire world of victims. Though he cannot perceive spiritual pressure, the Brute can tell that a majority of these souls were weaker than even the smallest insect of this white sand-desert. An endless spree of violence, as far as the eye can see, for as long as he desires, that is what Kassius observes in front of him. In the Dangai he had been confined by the infernal Wrestling Surge Flow, here in Las Noches he has been confined to this flesh-prison. In the world of the living however, he was free to do as he pleased.

“OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!”

No longer able to contain his excitement, his closed lips smile bursts open to reveal both rows of his teeth as well as the flesh of his gums. His tendrils retract back into his shoulder blades, his usually slicked back hair flaring out widely as if springing to life. Ripping with both hands, the corners of the descorrer begin to creek, as black cracks form into the air. His outburst of excitement is so loud that it hides the sounds of bones breaking, as the Cero Espada literally tears the portal open. Through sheer physical strength, he rips open the doorway, pulling the teeth apart like tearing the jaw off of some unseen animal. The mouth-shape of the toothed door no longer becomes recognizable, as the brute holds each row of teeth in each hand. As he rips the portal open, the space between the two sets of teeth grows, increasing the portal's size. Like a hole in the fabric of space and time, the tear only widens, until half of the Prison’s interior is consumed by it. The Brute continues pulling his arms back, until the back of his hands collide against each other behind him. Connecting in such a way, Kassius succeeds in creating an ouroboros, as the mouth of the Descorrer now consumes itself. With this, the titan’s act of brutality works to completely reset the two Espada's surroundings, rather than move through it himself.

The dark and damp environment of the prison, which floats hours above the palace of the elite Espada, to contain the only threat to strike fear into the God King’s heart, is no more.

Instead, the Cero and the Primera, the two strongest Espada in existence, stand in the crisp clean air, high in the the sky above the World of the Living.

Traveling to: Karakura Town

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[Frog]

The sole star of Hueco Mundo, a proud creature and ancient creature, Helliodoro has faced countless foes and taken the lives of most. There is very little that can try to take this Arrancar by surprise and even less that will successfully do so. Before him is a creature that deems itself strong enough not only to intrude on the domain of this Hollow, but also to challenge the beast. Perhaps the two do share more than initially was obvious. They are both Vasto Lorde, but one has not only evolved into an Arrancar, but he has also been around for far longer, taking part in feasts of creatures that have greatly bolstered his already monstrous potential. They are both clearly dimwitted, making light of the idea of challenging creatures that should by all rights be their superiors, Helliodoro challenged both Max and Vincent as a Hollow. Now Guillermo challenges Helliodoro.

In this bout, there is but one question, will the newcomer survive?

Unreasonable Vindication

The hollow hopes to outspeed a star, bounding up from his spot with his tail as his method of propulsion, supposedly long before Helliodoro has reached Guillermo. In his prior experiences, Guillermo might have been slippery and strange enough to avoid the assault of other creatures, but it is clear that he has not met a match, this is what leads to mistakes he cannot help but make.

Guillermo expects Helliodoro to continue his assault blindly, putting his full efforts behind a single attack and seeing it through to the end. That spiked tail jams itself into the floor below, beginning to push the hollow beyond Helliodoro’s swinging arm; unfortunately for Guillermo, he finds himself stopping mid air before ever reaching the ceiling he so desperately wished to cling to. Helliodoro never stopped his forward momentum, instead he simply shifted the trajectory of his arm, entirely removing the distance Guillermo wished to use for his escape. Previously his arm would have been off to his side for the entirety of his initial assault, now his arm is launched forward, an open hand clamping down around the tail that he was offered, avoiding the spiked portions. His bone crushing grip offers no hope at escape, collapsing in and shattering the ivory tail as his arm instantly begins a new path of movement once he has caught his prey.

Being caught in his unique jump upwards, Guillermo is subjected to a sudden intense pressure as he goes from moving at an incredible speed of his own, to a sudden and brutal halt and then without warning, Guillermo is driven through the floor. It seems that this lab is fated to be turned into no more than rubble as Guillermo is swung and slammed into the floor below, almost as though he were a flail in Helliodoro’s hands. The impact shatters whatever structural integrity that lab may have had, taking the walls, ceiling and floor with it, Guillermo now essentially embedded within the stoney rubble at the center of this crater. Much like the room itself, the structural integrity of this unique Hollow’s body is also shot and ruined with that impact, bone and organs shattering and rupturing. Should Guillermo survive the initial impact that turns his brain to literal mush and collapses his skull against that mush, there is unfortunately no rest for the wicked.

Helliodoro’s hand is still coiled around the tail.

Following through with his initial follow up, there is no rest and Guillermo’s body is met with a barefoot that plants itself to the chest of the Hollow. In that motion, Helliodoro stomps downward, dragging the body with the brutal force to be mashed further into what was once the floor of the lab. Oddly enough, that foot does not simply burn through the Hollow’s body, no, this time it is personal. Helliodoro MUST exact his vengeance. The fate of this Hollow is far worse as his chest caves in, mimicking the bowl shape of the floor below, each and every organ within that body becoming even less recognizable than the ruptured messes they already were. Bone goes from shards to dust. Again that foot raises and stomps down once more, this time finding the head. Once a skull gave it shape, now it seemed more like a sack of gray matter, only to be popped underneath Helliodoro’s foot. Then each limb suffers the same fate, brutalized beyond recognition as a foot repeatedly stomps down against the body as though he were throwing a tantrum like a child. With every stomp, the less room and Guillermo both share the same fate, becoming less recognizable by the moment. Strangely enough, Helliodoro also becomes difficult to decipher as he is covered in crimson, rubble, dust and whatever flecks of skin and flesh splatter up against his white attire, his warm brown skin and the mane of purple ombre hair.​

Eventually his rage is stated, at least somewhat. A hand releases the cracked and now brittle ivory tail that was once attached to Guillermo. It clatters against the remnants of its master and the rubble. Helliodoro exhales slowly, before taking a look up towards the now rather distant ceiling and begins his journey up. Step by step along thin air until he reaches where the door should be, at least before he kicked it in and began his rampage. At the crumpled and rubble littered entrance, he examines the results of his efforts in both directions before turning to leave the scene completely.

Helliodoro’s roaring voice booms out for a great distant, a naturally loud man and even louder now as he shouts for attention of someone to entertain him now that his boredom has been disrupted.

“Where did you all go!? Come back and have a chat with me!”