[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Tiran was willing to help with the Cat-like menos until the primera fellow went and had the gall to backstab the very Adjuchas that withstood the Arrancar's powers to actually put up a fight. The Tiger was right, this little primera was a total spoiled brat. A sharp distinct hateful growl arose from the Dinosaur Adjucha, a hatred that set upon his mind as the Tiger used its last ditch effort to ensure at least one of them survived. A commendable act. One worthy of respect in the tyrant lizard's eyes. It was obvious, not all hollows were born or made from living world murderers, some were souls lost to the passing of time. Tiran felt an ounce of pity for the pussy cat, but he snorted, not wanting his last ditch effort to be in vain.
As the primera would be too busy dealing with the cat and the giant Menos Grande Army headed his way, the Tyrannical Lizard decided to turn tail and wait. Perhaps they would summon him back later? Would he even go back? Unless that Primera changed his attitude or gets punished for what he's done Tiran probably wouldn't. At least not go to him anyway. I'll get stronger for the two of us… little kitty cat… when i do i'll eat that little brat… he thought to himself. For now he'd let the arrancar deal with the Vasto Lorde and the Menos Grande, on their own, for being so selfish and arrogant. Tiran wanted to live. To Survive.. it was his ambition. To get stronger. If he did perhaps other things would leave him alone, he's not one to bother much of anyone. The Vincent fellow seemed like he lost memory, but if he followed the teachings or learned anything from that primera fellow Tiran thought… he would be a sucky king indeed. Tiran would follow the Emperor, sure. If he had a choice or the power to do so he would punish that Aragon fellow, but he didn't. He stomped the ground in anguish and anger kicking up sand as he stood further away from the fighting. fuck that kid. Let him deal with those Menos on his own. I want to live.
But as to why he wanted to live so badly, he didn't fully understand. Perhaps it was because he didn't live so long when he was alive? Tiran wandered away from the fighting thinking about how he got into this mess to start with…
"My curiosity killed the Cat… quite literally… I'm sorry pussycat.. I'll be more careful as to what makes me so curious all the time…
He'd look over at the fight between the Vasto Lorde and The emperor, a little wishful. He wanted that power… it looked so.. good to have. If there was anything the Tyrant Lizard wanted, it was to be worthy of the name king just like Vincent. He would make a run for it as the cat sacrifices itself, perhaps to fight another day.
"Emperor! Primera! You want to know what I want? What you have! The power of an Arrancar. If I am not worthy of it, i'll go to the forest of menos, and prove to you i will be. Just you wait. Little primera. I'll be back."

 

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Disturbances, interruptions, nuisances, they surrounded the two of them it seemed. From the Primera Espada to the aberrant Menos in the far distance. These would be unacceptable in any other case but the Vasto Lorde was far too enveloped in the confrontation he had started with the King. These outside presences could do as they wished, so long as none trespassed where they were not welcome. The King Seemed to think along the same wavelength as Helliodoro, despite the far greater intelligence the Arrancar seemed to possess over the Vasto Lorde. The King, from Helliodoro’s understanding, had intended to keep this engagement between the two of them and none else, perhaps this would change but at the moment it was just what the Vasto Lorde desired.
Be it the voice, Cero or whatever else of the Adjuchas, Arrancar or Menos, they would be ignored completely by Helliodoro but yet, there was an awareness of his surroundings that did not overlook them. He was well aware he was in enemy territory and should they wish it, they would go against their King’s desires and assault Helliodoro, undoubtedly to find only their demise.
Stood such a meager distance from the King, much like most forms of combat, be it mental, one on one matches, wars, there was always an unspoken turn order. Like a game, the combatants would take their turns respectively, unlike most games however, there was no set time limit or limit on actions. These unmentioned turns, they were dictated by the flow of the battle which in turn would be dictated by the superior force at the moment in time. Be it superiority through surprise, power or any of countless reasons, someone always held the lead, since before the fight had even begun. Much like any other game however, there could always be a turn in the tide, a shift in the flow. In this particular case, no one held the lead. Combat was the only Science that Helliodoro understood.
Before his very eyes, for a brief moment, it seemed as though the King had intended to be the one to control everything, to make the first move and press Helliodoro in some manner. Yet, as mentioned before, there was no predetermined time for one of these turns. The contract had been sealed the moment in which the blade of the King had been aimed toward Helliodoro once they stood on equal ground, they had come to an understanding of sorts, without words, as combatants and nothing more. There was seemingly no delay between the beginning of Vicent’s movement, bending his knees, and Helliodoro’s reaction. That very moment in which he had begun to move, Helliodoro had vanished from the prints he had left where he stood, as though time had halted at that very moment, he had appeared once more, time commencing once more. Before the King had even begun his motion forth. Roughly a third of a second later, the world would finally catch up to him, his path quite literally carved into the roof of Las Noches, a straight line of material removed from reality, accompanied by the same white particulates that followed his flight.
He had reappeared to the left of Vincent, his body position seeming as though he intended to keep moving forth, his body mostly leaning forward. The only part of his body that was not so streamlined at that moment was his right arm. For the most part, he was only six inches from Vincent to his very left but his right hand, was flared open, as though to simulate the talons of a bird of prey. At that very moment of his reappearance it was a mere inch from the King’s face. Aiming to clasp around the head of the Arrancar Leader and in the same motion, plant the head of the King into the roof of Las Noches and through it, all the way to the inside of the more than damaged structure. In truth, he had no clue just how durable the Arrancar could prove, he was not your usual Hollow, let alone your usual Arrancar. To even the strongest of Arrancar Helliodoro had fought in his centuries of existence, nothing had resisted the grasp of his hand alone, if not the strength behind it crushing hierro and bone alike, the heat that accompanied his body would incinerate anything it would come into contact with, beyond ashes, beyond the material plane. But yet, there was always a first for everything, today had been the first time someone had displayed an ability to not only nullify buy erase his Cero, ironic that something of his would succumb to the same fate that he himself brought.
Much like before, the six protrusions along his back at that moment had developed stark white glowing veins that stretched along the entirety of their being, stretching partially along Helliodoro’s back. Alongside this minor note, that may be missed, there was something else, the heat that exuded from Helliodoro be felt quite clearly by Vincent, it was almost comforting, if not for the current situation the two were in, like a warming sunlight that bathed the Arrancar. This star of a Hollow was an oddity but perhaps this is what allowed him to survive so long.

 

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Aragon's attack exploded only to find the Cat Adjuchas leaping into it, to try and sacrifice himself to some extent. An impressive act however, one that would have varying results. The moment Aragon had fired the attack's he used sonido into the air. This meant the Cat Adjuchas would of has to leap through into the sky, and through the ceros. Which would on contact not vanish or disappear but explode outward into the radius aforementioned. Aragon would assume the blast moving at sonic speeds would consume the Large dinosaur. As the blast radius thus far expanded much faster than the dinosaur has shown before hand in feats of speed. Regardless of it's whereabouts however, Aragon had other problems.
As he formed to see the location of the Menos, The Cat Adjuchas had flung itself into the air around and attacking Aragon. It's body blooded and missing chunks from his Cero. As he made contact with Aragon the clash of steel could be heard. Aragon's Hierro dense enough to shatter the Adjucha's now fragile claws. Would allow the hollow to think his attack succeeded. Then as he starts to regenerate he would slam his right arm into the Adjucha's throat and grip it with enough force to shatter steel. With his left hand he would take his blood splatted glasses off and wipe them on his blood stained clothing. " Well, You just made yourself useful. I'm going to make you my first Fraccion. You should feel privlaged. Now, we are going to deal with these invaders when our King finishes having his fun. Then you are going to wash my clothes, and then we are going to make you stronger. If you object to this i will send you to a place worse than death. The infamous Laboratory of Las Noches is likely in need of resources." He would teeter on the last word while staring at the Adjuchas. Even at his even four foot height he seemed taller in this moment. Hovering in the air he forcefully separated the two and awaited the answer from the Hollow.
His left hand would then set his glasses back on his face, their glare would focus on the approaching Adjuchas. This was the last time Aragon would hold any restraint. In a show of force, he would pin point the location of the Giant Lizard Adjuchas. Using his • Sentidos Primarios He would instantly snap and turn towards the location of the T-rex's Location despite if they survived the blast or not and with his now free left hand extend it sharply towards the location. From each of his fingers hundreds of sonic shock waves would ripple out. Near invisible bullets of reiatsu compressed into high impact sonic rounds fired from Aragon's hand. The landscape at the end of the attack would explode into the after shock and burst of hundreds of micro cero. This wouldn't kill, but it would snap bones and topple and tenderize the hide of anything it hits.

 

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characters: Fabius

The look of terror was seen in his eye, he wasn’t dead! No, nooo it was much worse to him he was spared and the Primera’s words would fill him with dread. This arrancar knew that Fabius would prefer death and gave him an ultimatum once more, servitude or experiment. Death wasn’t on the table. All the while he was being choked, the sound of him struggling to breath would not allow him to answer, as the primera leaned in closer with his last words. He couldn’t growl he couldn’t express the pain he felt, it was soo much soo that he was nearly passing out from all the actions he took. In his mind, the arrancar was a larger figure, one as tall as the menos, his eyes glowing bright; while Fabius was continuing to shrink. The sad reality of it all for fabius his life was forfeit.
It was at this moment that the Primera would rip back through Fabius’ body, his arms would come bashing down on the primera’s arm, though it would feel like he was hitting a wall only causing bruises and blood to come out from his paws. “Baasssstard” is all he could muster, before his eye closed and his body would become limp, his last few bashes against the Primera had pushed him over the edge, as the throat grab, the destruction of his body, regeneration, and using up all of his reiryoku would render him unconscious. Unable to give a proper answer, and dispite himself not wanting to go into servititued he didn’t dare try to take his own life, as he saw it unworthy, and he would chose to fall in battle. However, he took extreamly risky attacks like he did earlier, to see how well it would do. Like he said in latin Fortune favors the bold.

 

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The explosions of reiryoku and reiatsu alike thundered throughout all of Las Noches. To some, this collision of powers served as a beacon to the strong, drawing them to one another, for others it served as a warning, letting the weak to know where they should not tread. It was difficult to pin point which of the two categories these mutated Menos Grande belonged to. As they lumbered forward they seemed oblivious to their surroundings, to the fighting and destruction that loomed before them.
Faces still overshadowed by the darkness that acted as a curtain to their ivory masks, eyes twinkling and glowing with preternatural power. The flow of reiatsu itself was just as obscure and perplexing as their appearance. At one moment the combined spiritual power of the towering creatures appeared overwhelmingly daunting, the next it appeared thin, weak and mediocre. Their appeared to be no set pattern to the shift between these two extremes,no discernible cause for such a strange phenomena.
Step..Step...Step...
They marched on, the weight of each step felt through the ever shifting sands, sands that remained pristine and unmoved in the passing of the Menos.

Glowing eyes flickered and faded along with a sharp toothed Cheshire grin that came and vanished just the same, miles behind the menos...then miles well ahead of them past the crumbling castle of night. Absent of any discernible body to claim the fleeting, eerie visage.
"Oh me, oh my. The little king who's lost his way. He can't make heads or tails, or tails or heads of which road to take. While the little Lord screams and roars as his world is turned right side up...or is it wrong side down? Hollows, Hollows. Fighting, Fighting. Killing and Killing. They've all gone mad! Though I suppose, we're all a little mad in here."
The voice was quiet like a whisper 一 it was calm and lighthearted. Still...it somehow seemed laced with this inexplicable mocking tone. The voice derived from nowhere, yet tinged and chimed from...everywhere 一 everywhere within Las Noches. Like the laugh before, it faded as if it was never there, absent of any echo, its source...it was as if it was the very air of Hueco Mundo itself. All that remained was a subtle gaze, one fixed on the massive lizard and the foolhardy feline...a gaze that did not belong to the Arrancar which kept them "company".