[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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"You'll have to forgive me...But I've no clue who you are nor who you're referring too. Care to explain...? In fact...I'm not asking. Speak..!”
Ah, even after all this time, he had still yet to change, but alas. He had no memory of their time together. That was fine. It was fine. With a slight bow of the head, Nicolas brushed his hair back and looked up to his former Espada and gave him a nod.
“It seems that the time away has troubled your memories, but the long story short is that you are Vincent Bautista, and I am Nicolas Presagio, a former fraccíon of yours before you… disappeared.”
Looking over to the other body that made its presence known with a snarl and Nicolas couldn’t help but furrow his brows together and exhaled sharply through his nose. The poor adjuchas was scared shitless that he would fall by one of their hands. Granted, Nicolas could go for a meal, considering that the boy didn’t get to eat a thing in the Forest. Though, if Vincent had decided to join, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t be eaten either. After all, he was still recovering in a sense. However, if push came to shove, Nicolas could hold his own… By running.
The arrival of an oversized lizard hadn’t deterred the Espada, and he chose to ignore it and turn back to look at Vincent to see if anything else was on his mind. And then came another. Honestly, the calling cast looked more like a sideshow carnival with the adjuchas, but a familiar scent had made way into their presence, and the mint-mopped Arrancar turned to face a fellow Arrancar, and the primera at that.
“Ah, it’s Boar, but yes. Presagio, Nicolas. It has been a century or two since our last encounter.” With his hands at his sides, Nicolas adjusted the blade that rested on his backside, his attention back on the two adjuchas, and then glanced at Aragon. “Is it much of a concern who they are, ‘Garto? We could eat them to get it over with… You and I both know that his return is significant for a reason, so why waste time with fuel?”
A low grumble escaped the grumpy Espada, and he turned to once again gaze on the cat and lizard, his face painted unamused. He was hungry. Unless they could provide some type of support, they’d be dinner within the next minute.

 

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One by one, his signal had drawn a ragtag grouping of hollow and Arrancar to his front door. Moments after questioning the mint haired Arrancar, the tiger-like adjuchas, spoke out rather strangely. Clearly he was afraid and on edge. He wasn't making much sense. Vincent would let that outburst slide, for the time being, focusing on the task at hand.
“It seems that the time away has troubled your memories, but the long story short is that you are Vincent Bautista, and I am Nicolas Presagio, a former fraccíon of yours before you… disappeared.”
His eyes sharpened. He's still half listening, his focused retreated into his mind in order to decipher the information he had just received. "I See...I had forgotten how I arrived in hell. It appears that at least one of my subordinates has survived all this time.
It was then that a large and rather foolish adjuchas arrived, this time one appearing more dinosaur-like than anything. The first thing that escaped its scaly mouth was absolute nonsense. This sent a shiver of irritation up Vincent's spine, yet he still kept it together as best he could. At the very least, it hadn't spoken too loudly or too disrespectfully to warrant his wrath. Again, he did not move, even as his Pesquisa detected a large signature approaching quickly. Had he not been prepared for it, he would have never sent out a signal, to begin with. This new one was a surprise. A large reserve of reiryoku and a steep reiatsu. Vincent could tell by just a glance. He had the look of an Espada at least. streaks of purple surged and swelled around him as his energy calmed itself. Any longer and Vincents fangs may have been bared in excitement. His words, however, came through the most formal of the bunch. This was appeasing to Vincent. He sat back and let the small Arrancar talk.
" God-King Bautista and you're little bull, I believe you are Mr. Presagio, am I correct? We have met few times in the distant past."
"Primera Espada, Larggarto, Aragon, The Terror of Las Noches returns to your service, God-King. "
" You are?"
"Another returns, referring to me as Vincent...and as king. So not all of my memories have left me...just most of them. I'll continue to probe them for information until I've had my fill. As it was, he could sense the growing hunger in Nicolas. He hadn't yet decided the fate of the adjuchas, believing they could still be of use.
“Is it much of a concern who they are, ‘Garto? We could eat them to get it over with… You and I both know that his return is significant for a reason, so why waste time with fuel?”
Very quickly they had lost their focus, he wasn't done learning or better yet regaining what was lost. With a casual shift of his left foot, he placed it down on the ground, causing the stone beneath his feet to splinter. All of Noches began to rumble, its already struggling structural integrity having been tested once again by its own king. A small percentage of his reiatsu leaked from his vessel, calling to attention everyone in the room. Such heavy spiritual pressure was enough to force both adjuchas face-first into the floor, and both Arrancar to a knee. It would be wise to silence oneself at this exact moment. He only allowed it to affect them for but a single instance, causing little to no physical harm. One could not say what psychological tole it would have though. Those who were accustomed to Vincent would have known exactly what this means, and the newcomers would have been far too weak to defy his will.
"If you all may...there is still much more i need to hear. Now come close Mijos. I have much more to ask of my fraccion. He then turned his attention to the newcomer, who had introduced himself as Larggarto, Aragon.
Larggarto. You are the second to refer to me by name. As well as king. You have fine reiatsu. This next one is for both of you. What is the current state of Las Noches...and Hueco Mundo. What has happened since my absence? How long have i been gone? I don't remember entirely..but there is something off about my home. Speak.

 

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His head turned towards the sound of large steps being made, each one growing louder making itself come closer and closer with each step. He wondered if a gillian would come, as far as he knew there was only, to which would be interesting to see, as they don’t normally roam about above the forest. As the beast got closer, it became more apparent that it wasn’t, its reaitsu felt off… stronger than that of a gillian. There he turned to see a giant lizard, one he never seen before, one he would have never seen before even when living. He couldn’t figure out what it is, but he could only guess that it was a lizard of some type. Its breath would reek of rotten flesh, dispite putting its head up, he could still smell it, to the point where he had to put one paw over his nose, just to help prevent it from further intoxicating him. He would normally be fine with the stench of death, but this one seemed like it had been stuck in his teeth for YEARS! Then it asked him a question, in which he refused to take his paw off his nose for.
Just then another came in, another strong one, his reaitsu was definitely one of an Arrancar, with its lightning flickering off, and explosive power, to which shards of glass flew high in the air, before speaking and walking closer to the group of Arrancar and hollow. His voice resembled a child’s voice. Though he heard the words God King. Now instead of the proclaimed king he was now a god king? Interesting, he heard of this one before, disappeared shorty the decline of Las Noches and the Arrancar. It seemed Nature took its course. He then turned his attention back to the new Arrancar arrival where he claimed he was the Primera, So it would seem his doom would be inevitable if they all decided to attack the two hollows. Though he would still fight, not wanting to give up on his life so easily. There he watched and listened closely, the words god king would be uttered, and it would make sense now. It would have taken that amount of power to escape the pits of hell. Again he could never forget that scent and feeling, and it was all over the God king. To this he didn’t know what to say or think, but only merely watch, its all he could do.
Then a gaze fell upon him, it wasn’t something he could sense persay physical sense, but just a feeling that he was looked at with malicious content. To which his head turned towards the direction he was feeling it from. There it was the blue haired one who introduced himself as Nicolas, there he would speak with the king, though he couldn’t pick up what was said. Only guessing that it wasn’t good for either himself or the lizard.
“Just from the way the blue haired one is looking at us Lizard, we might just be their meal. There would be no point in running all three of them are faster than us, you might as well fight, and hope for a quick death.”
Though just as his words were finished, he felt the ground shake, and his head twisted back towards the king, as it seemed to center around him, but as he did so he found himself pushed down by Reitsu, it was from the king. His body began to tense up from the pressure that was baring down on him, he felt like he was going to be crushed like a grape, his breathing began to shorten and it felt like he was gonna just pass out. Though it stopped, to him it was it felt like an eternity, to which he stayed silent, but slowly rise to sit back down on his hind legs, watching the events unfold. He wondered what they were to be doing, what commands were gonna be given? Are himself and the lizard gonna die here to feed the hungry arrancars? Only time will tell, but his long cherished freedom felt like it was going to be taken away from him either in servitude or death.

 

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Tiran turned his head to listen to the more powerful beings first, rambling on about someone losing memory. It could be a problem with his cerebrum, like a sort of long term memory loss. Maybe he was lost… Tiran stopped thinking about his problem of memory when his apparent comrade said something about eating him, and the Tiger Adjucha. Tiran's eyes seemed still a bit calm, but narrowed at the Arrancar that said they should eat him.
"You wouldn't enjoy my flesh. It's as Rotten as my breath."
He said, opening his mouth to try to drool on the arrancar when he yelped feeling the energy level from the memory loss fellow shoot out and make him tip over like a teapot being poured. Some of Tiran's own saliva spewed out on the ground under the Tyrannical lizard king, making a sizzle noise as some of the sand below him melted away. Tiran slurped up his Saliva.
Upon hearing the Cat say they were going to be eaten, Tiran's eyes grew a bit more irritated as a guttural growl came from his throat. He didn't grow himself half the size of a Menos Grande to die to a bunch of puny arrancar here. The cat may have accepted this fate, but in no way would Tiran. He had a lot he still wanted to do, wanted to learn.
"Like hell i'm gonna die here pussy cat… I still need to get stronger… strong like him… so nothing ever bothers me again…
His eyes gleamed with almost like a worship like tone, he was amazed at how strong the large Arrancar was, and now the others called him king…to be that strong… no hollow, Arrancar, human, or Shinigami would ever bother Tiran again..and he relished in the thought.
"If I eat more i'll get just as strong!

 

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Aragon would ignore everyone except the God King. Not opening his eyes, or turning his head towards Nicolas or addressing the Car or Dinosaur further. As the last words the God King spoke, Humiliated Aragon. He would lower his head, and before it even flared, would be on a single knee. Then the familiar yet weakened state of the God Kings Reiatsu washed over Aragon. He looked at the sand and then he lifted his head to speak. Noticing how everyone else reacted out of fear or amazement. " King of Gods, The Castle is intact, but it is as hollow as these beings who do not know who you are. On your command, i will destroy them the second it leaves your breath. I have traveled Hueco Mundo, in search for the new Espada. I have found only disappointment, I've destroyed anything that was not worth your time. Forgive me for not finding these two before. Unless your magnificent wishes for these beings to evolve, then i will gladly help them find the power to remove their masks. " He hadn't moved a single inch. Even his shoulders and chest didn't flex up or in due to breathing, Aragon was the embodiment of Obsession, and he was obsessed with being perfect. His posture and stance, even in such a small child looking Arrancar, was perfect.
He then stood from his kneeling position, If the God king wished all of them dead, Aragon wouldn't fight it, and if he wished to devour them, Aragon would be happy to return some of the God Kings full power. With out order, this desert has forgotten what it means to have a king. What it means to have leadership and order. They crawl over the sand looking for the next meal, for what. If the population of Arrancar wasn't so low, Aragon would of destroyed them the second they tried to express worry or fear, or survival instinct. " Las Noches needs more powerful Arrancar. This much is true, Those i left behind and Those that stayed behind should of kept this place free of vermin and sound in structure. I would of personally overseen this if i was not perfecting my power and searching for a portal to Hell."
Looking at the sky above the missing ceiling, Las Noches was indeed half in power. More than half the arrancar dead, half the espada missing or dead. Aragon remembered that day, He was about to reveal a plan that he tortured out of a shinigami, only to see the castle in ruins, crumbling from a slash that had no origin, no end. Shaking the memories of the past off, Aragon would motion towards the grand doors that were missing from the throne room, and showing the desert sands beyond. " God King, Remember. " Aragon would hold his open hand towards the castle, His arm shaking with the reaitsu he poured forth. Slowly, large chunks of stone would start to form out of the Reiatsu he dumped into the structure. A few moments passed and the single Throne Room, was now complete. Cracks in the surface sealing and coming to a full close. A small trickle of sweat would bead on the back of his hand. Clearing it against chest, Aragon would turn towards the God King once more. " I had made sure things were exactly as you left. For i wanted to make sure you truly were you. That reiatsu is unmistakable, now Remember who you are. " Just like those many years ago, The hall would seemingly be sliced through. All the repaired structure crumbling and falling down once more. The slice would look almost exactly like the one before hand. A review of a memory perhaps. Aragon couldn't remember who was in the throne room at the time, but he was, He remembers.
As the stone fell, it shattered into pink and black reiatsu harmlessly falling back up towards the sky. This recreation of the attack, would surely wake memories in the God King. For any that were here or near that day, would remember that attack. The Day that shinigami cut the universe.