[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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His tan body shot into position as his Zanpakuto did work, it shot through the Hollow making a pin size hole that he could no longer follow. Just as he was moving into position his senses flared. These things didn't give off the Reiatsu of a Menos. He had fought, consumed and defaced many of those foul beasts. There was a type of skip in their reiatsu signatures. Equating it currently to these Menos being of a different variant he continued. Aragon flickered into the air summoning the destructive force of his Cero. Pink light illuminating his tan skin before shadows of black lightning sparked around it violently.
Aragon's eyes scan the Hollow, He notices something happening with the King, Vincent was stagnating in a mid aggressive stance, his eyes widened in some kind of emotion he had never seen the King wear before. The coward of Espada had attacked and fled, as if he was some kind of pirate, his tail tucked running for his life. Not only those he knew and could visibly see, Aragon's Primal instincts picked up on the faltering life force of the Feline of the Hallow he had forced to join them or die. Another failure on his part. Aragon could tell the lower species of reptilian hollow had absorbed the cat. Interesting, but not as interesting as the massive incline of reiatsu he faced with these strange Menos.
His cero burned against his double hierro, waiting for the chance to destroy whatever he threw them at. As he reached his arms back, the muscles winding tight against his small frame. His own eyes widened as the Meno's lag of reiatsu to body caught up. Their mouths opened with large and intense, reiatsu. He was out numbered, but he was not done. He need not say no warning nor cry for their protection, They would survive or they would not. Instead of targeting the Mid section of the Hallow, Aragon redirected his aim to collide with the beams emitting from the Meno's mouths. The core of it aimed at him anyway. As the two massive energies collided, The area was blinded by the sheer force. His enhanced senses would suddenly be on fire, Eyes shut, ears ringing, Aragon had no idea the blast had overpowered his own. The combined strength of these unique Menos was too much for his base Cero. Tucking his knees into his chest and shielding the core of his body, Aragon would suddenly feel the impact of sand being ripped across his back. He was blown up and shot underneath the sands.
A dune now buries Aragon into the brilliant white sand. However, it was dark for him. His body was numb for a few second, until a searing pain came to him. His left arm was hot, and he could feel a warm thick wet seeping into the sands around him. Thankfully due to his nearly indestructible Hierro his back was fine from the impact of the sands. He must have put his left arm out to block the blast with his bare hands. Fucking fool, His Aragon and pride will be the death of him. This started to anger the small Arrancar, to the point where the sands suddenly start to melt off of him, turning into that ever so acquainted black glass as it started to heat and heat, and heat. The ground would start to rumble and heat to any near him while this happened. The rumbling would soon be followed by an uneasy, almost squeamish feeling in their stomachs, the bass that suddenly pushed through the sand would be enough to feel like an earthquake. Aragon's day had not gone nearly how he had pictured it. His mouth stretching open under the sand and allowing the muscles in his neck and jaw to tighten as his reiatsu exploded out of his mouth. Vagido (ヴァヒード, vahīdo; Spanish for "Child's Wail"),
The sands erupted miles into the air around them all, as Aragon now stood bloodied as his left arm was missing at the elbow down. His wail would send shock waves and quakes throughout the desert, any on unsure footing would plummet or cover their ears from the sheer volume of his dragon scream. The sheer loudness of this overcame even the rumbling of explosions, Followed immediately by his sandy reveal, Aragon shoved his half arm towards the central group of Menos. Blood leaking from the would as he took his glasses off with his right arm. Flinging them to the ground he took a single step forward, putting his weight forward and his only remaining arm on his left bicep to steady his leaking limb.
" Gran Rey Cero! "

Suddenly the echos of his Vagido would be canceled out be the sounds of his strongest base cero imaginable. Gran Rey Cero (王虚の閃光 ,"Royal Hollow Flash") Aragon didn't care the state of the battle, He was humiliated by a base being with no chance at surviving now. It was time to consume them. His Gran rey cero took the form of a massive beam of chaotic pink reiatsu engulfed in black flames. The massive beam had every intention of blowing these Menos into oblivion. Crashing down into them it would send flames of black and pink reiatsu into the air for miles as its raw destructive force disintegrated them into pure reshi.
As he suddenly came to his senses, calming down he could feel Vincent's Reiatsu and knew he was fine, of course, but more over he was summoning a vast amount of reiatsu into his palm. Hovering in the air and watching below. Aragon suddenly didn't care if his Cero had done anything, It was time to go it seemed.
CRACK
Aragon would now be by his King, His sonido faltering off in echos as he appeared to his left. Aragon focused his own Reiatsu into his left arm and suddenly shot out a viscous black appendage. His regeneration slowly kicking in and starting to reform his arm, and the Hierro over it. Aragon would then look over to Vincent's profile. " You felt it, their energy differentiates from other Menos or even other Arrancar. We are continuing as planned then? " Aragon's arm would be flesh colored and gaining in size now. He would look over at the desolation of the blast and then back towards the Menos below. " Orders? " Aragon would study the king, More of himself seems to have come back. Aragon flicked his wrist backwards and suddenly from somewhere below the sands splashed once more. As his Zanpakuto returned to his hand, Sheathing it he would await and see what others make of this move.

 

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Light robs all around of their vision, the immediate surroundings engulfed in destruction that, perhaps only the alleged God King could appreciate. All is lost for but a few moments. As the light begins to recede, God King Vincent stands, slightly scathed, but otherwise undaunted. He reflects on what he had seen, studies the image within his mind, contemplating its various meanings.
"RAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGH!!!!!!"
A pained and angry cry rips through the air, the vagido of another Arrancar — preceded by the rumbling ground, and the eruption of ivory sands. The Arrancar matches his lord in stature and height, but unlike his King the man stands more injured, arm lost with the control of his emotions. His rage is apparent, visible for all to see. He snatches the bone colored glasses from his face. He steadies himself, gather's his power.
" Gran Re- "
"REEEEOOOOWWWW!!! OKAY OKAY!!!"
A sudden, sharp and loud meow rings out, followed by an all too familiar voice, one that those present would no doubt recall seemingly held no source, anchored to no physical form. The light dimmed to nothing, the smoke now faded the pack of Gillian appear no more. A pink and purple cloud-like vapor swirls about, and takes physical form.

There sits a cat, a coat of deep purple, the entirety of its skull covered in its bone formed mask. Pink eyes stare out into the world, and most noticeable, an incredibly sharp toothed cheshire grin. The Hollow was clearly adjuchas, yet appeared no larger than a domestic cat found in the world of the living.
"Why so serious pal?"
The cat arches its back, its tail swishing in the air as it stretches. Its size was clearly no larger than a house cat, but in this moment it stands equal in height and size to the previous feline Hollow accompanying the massive lizard. Fully stretched the now rather large cat glances from Vincent to Aragon, his wide toothed grin still present, and....he winks, before strutting across the sands, disappearing behind a newly formed dune.
CRAAAAAAACCCKKKK
The sound of bone breaking and cracking echoes from behind the dune, purple and pink erupts and whirls about in a tumultuous storm, sand tossed and hurled about in a heavy veil, acting as a curtain obstructing practically all visibility, save for that of a single rising silhouette. As this storm of sand, wind and reiatsu begins to settle the dune is no more.

In the dune's place, there is now a man laying lazily not on sand, but in the air. His hair matching the fur of the adjuchas in both color and sheen, his eyes as pink as the cat's slitted pupils gazing eerily at the two. His right cheek rests snugly on his right palm, the man waves towards both Vincent and Aragon, fingers wiggling almost playfully at the two. With the white and black uniform, the small sheathed dagger strapped to his side, and the mask covering the lower portion of his face from the nose down to his chin — the man was clearly an Arrancar, and with that same sharp toothed cheshire grin, there was little doubt where he came from.
"I've been watching you lot for awhile, and I've gotta say....YOU'RE A HOOT!"
The man breaks out into a crazed fit of cackling laughter, his left hand slapping his leg. The corners of his eyes become wet with tears, he waves his arms as he loses balance — lost in his fit of laughter he flaps his arms to stabilize himself.
"Whew" He breathes out a sigh of almost genuine relief, as if having narrowly dodged a close call. He lowers himself from his invisible perch in the air, standing on his feet. He stretches from left to right, then front to back and saunters over towards the general area of the lingering Vincent, whistling an unknown playful tune.
"Ah ha!" He exclaims, pointing towards the short yet imposing man as if having made a newfound discovery. "Vincent Bauttista, the man they call King around these here parts! Allow me to introduce myself!"
The strange male straightens his back, lifts his right hand resting his palm upon the crown of his head. With one almost casual tug, he removes the entirety of his skull from his shoulders, resting it close to his chest as if it were merely a hat and performs a short but courteous bow.
"Marcos Loquez, answering the call. I've come to be your purrrmera."
The removed head speaks its greeting the last word more a purr than anything. His voice goes unobstructed despite its placement, and with formalities performed the body rises from its bowed position, and returns its head to its proper resting spot. The Arrancar turns to glance at Aragon, his cheshire grin almost widening in form.
"Hey there pink buddy! Sorry about the little Cat-astrophe, no hard feelings yea?"

He shoots the now, one armed Espada a hearty thumbs up, left hand on his hip. The strange cat-eyed jewel on his sheathed blade seems to shift and for a second, appears to blink, a second glance shows the ornament immobile, shining like the finest of remarkable, yet very much ordinary jewel or stone. The deserts of Hueco Mundo, and the ranks of Espada were in for quite the storm.

 

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It seemed that finally, his suspicions would be met with an answer. The energy he had gathered within himself allowed him to loosely trace the origin of its source, though its nature meant that it was that difficult to pinpoint. However, thanks to the application of destruction, this ability could be mitigated and his position could be pinpointed to a much smaller radius than what he was sure Aragon was capable of. The most loyal of the Arrancar he had encountered, in his rage gathered his strength, fully prepared to fire a massive cero, when a voice, fickle and playful calls out like a feline.
"REEEEOOOOWWWW!!! OKAY OKAY!!!"
Vincent is the first to hear this, his blade swings over non-threateningly at Aragon, clearly ordering him to calm down. To calm his energy and to stop what he is doing. It is a message that requires no words to be understood. The Strange menos begin to fade into mist, having the same presence of the spiritual energy he had just absorbed. His question narrows, from what is going on, to who is doing this.
A feline-like creature sits some distance before them. Its form and origin is a mystery. The blackened gaze of the God-King watches intently, every detail is assessed. He scans the very spirit of what he observes, locking its signature into his mind's eye. Though he cannot fully pinpoint it at any given moment, he can in some way destroy much of the confusion he faces with pure observation. This must be some sort of ability. Intriguing...
""Why so serious pal?" It asks. Before wondering behind what dune still remains. Then the sound of shattering and cracking bone. The air is filled with a display of purple and pink hues as they chaotically swirl and ripple throughout the sky. Still, Vincent observes. More sure curious than anything else. A humanoid shape comes into view, taking the form of a purple-haired man with pale skin. Vincent has no memory of this entity but quickly realizes it is a face he will never forget. "I've been watching you lot for a while, and I've gotta say...YOU'RE A HOOT!"
Watching us...? So then it was him... He had expected the strongest of the Hollow to answer his call, but he could not account for the diversity in which these beings did so. Most used the front door in a rather direct fashion. But this one took his time. Watched from a distance. Vincent wondered what he had learned, or believed himself to have learned. What was his aim in all this? It became apparent this being did not have the same fealty that Aragon did. He must not have met him in the previous era. This was a new face. Even as he laughs, he drowns out the noise, lost in thought. His observations do not let up, with every word he attempts more and more to understand just who they are dealing with.
Vincent's blade comes to a resting position, lowing so that the blade extends adjacent to what...would be the floor if there had been one. The cero, fully charged never leaves his hand, swirly about with what looks like its own life force and essence.
"Ah ha! Vincent Bautista, the man they call King around these here parts! Allow me to introduce myself!"
Every word he utters comes with a laugh, a hint of jest. In the past, this would have pissed Vincent off to no end. But now, he could view it as no more than a necessity. He had quickly come, in his current intellectual infancy, to understand that these varying personalities were necessary in the quest for the end. All of it was necessary. His eyes never did leave this newcomer. Instead, he studied him, closely. The very mannerisms. The patterns of his speech. "Marcos Loquez, answering the call. I've come to be your purrrmera."
I see...so he is one of those. This one's una problema...
For a time, he says nothing, allowing him to speak his words to Argon. Before he can respond, Vincent interjects, clearly curious about this newfound Arrancar.
"So you've been watching. What then, has such observations provided you? Why are you here...sobrino? And why the games? Speak."

 

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""REEEEOOOOWWWW!!! OKAY OKAY!!!" Would scream out.
Almost as instantly as it escalated, The situation cascaded into nothing. The Gran Rey Cero immediately blocked Aragon's view he was about to unleash it's devastation when the chromatic shine of Vincent's blade stopped him. The giant force of Cero would then start to stagnate and sizzle in place until it gradually grew smaller and smaller. The black and pink orb would then vanish completely leaving nothing but it's heat behind.
This was enough for Aragon to stop and calm down, He was getting ready to glass this entire area. Looking down at his left arm it was fully restored now. Examining the scorching around the new arm, he decided it was his own Cero that destroyed his defenses at least he wasn't insulted by this new being. Speaking of which it would now show it's face. Aragon allowed this arrancar to speak for a time, He didn't want to give away he was about to catch on to it's trick, Noticing the Reiatsu lag behind was eventually going to give this thing away. The being revealed it had been watching them, and that it was here to take Aragon's spot in the Espada. Aragon remained silent, then Vincent replied with his low and calm voice. "So you've been watching. What then, has such observations provided you? Why are you here...sobrino? And why the games? Speak."
The one known as Marcos would then look at Aragon and give him some sort of apology, or recompense for the fight Aragon couldn't really tell the true meaning behind this interaction, so he simply nodded and gave his thoughts. " Hnn, It is yet in our nature, No hard feelings. You are of Feline Adjucahs? i just killed an Adjuchas of your kind, i am sure you were watching. " Aragon would turn slightly to show he was speaking to the King now as well; " I am sure that i have felt his Reiatsu before, there was something familiar about it while fighting, unfortunately i do not recall anything else about this being. The illusion or what ever ability allowed for us to take this gag seriously was impressive. For a second i thought you were the Hollow i have been seeking, but alas you are already evolved. "
Aragon watched for a moment before taking his newly regenerated arm and stretching it out some. He had nothing else to say or entertain this new Arrancar with. Only if Vincent asked what he thought would he reply, until then Aragon would simply stand at the ready. Using his senses he would continue to scour the wastes to see if any others lived through their blast collision.

 

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Vincent draws his sword as he allows the Hollow, soon identified as Marcos to speak, to move, to transform. The cero conjured within Vincent’s palm swirls about in a prism of many colors, a quiet beauty hiding irreparable destructive potential.
”So you’ve been watching. What then, has such observations provided you? Why are you here...Sobrino? And why the games? Speak.”
The God King speaks and then commands, his most loyal of subordinates, having obediently submitted to the previous wordless command issued by sword allows both anger and pain to recede as he calms himself and allows his lost limb to regrow. His stoic nature returns, the man nods at both Marcos’s greeting and his apology, if in fact it was such. With this character’s disposition and behavior, it was impossible to tell just how genuine anything he said was.
" Hnn, It is yet in our nature, No hard feelings. You are of Feline Adjuchas? I just killed an Adjuchas of your kind, I am sure you were watching. "
Aragon speaks, dismissing the whole ordeal. He acknowledges Marcos’s species, and then surprisingly brings up the topic of the other feline Hollow he previously faced off against. Was it simple banter, or bait to gauge this new Arrancar’s response. Regardless of his intentions, he was correct in his last statement — Marcos had indeed been watching. The Espada turns away, now facing the man to whom he had pledged his allegiance.
" I am sure that i have felt his Reiatsu before, there was something familiar about it while fighting, unfortunately I do not recall anything else about this being. The illusion or whatever ability allowed for us to take this gag seriously was impressive. For a second I thought you were the Hollow i have been seeking, but alas you are already evolved. "
Aragon speaks, acknowledging the familiarity yet alien feel to Marcos’s reiatsu. Understandable, there were few in number to truly have ever really seen Marcos, and far fewer who could claim having met or interacted with him. This was a truth that was not shared with Marcos, who was almost ever present in nearly every corner of Hueco Mundo at one time or another. He had seen Aragon both pre and post evolution, had bore silent witness to the clash between current God King and former God Queen. He was around when worlds collided as the barrier between dimensions were shattered causing the loss of the God King and many of his subordinates, as well as the return of the very same fallen sovereign. Marcos was a treasure trove of information.
Throughout the report from subordinate to leader, Marcos remains silent, blinking several times his head tilting from one side to the other, both eyes and expression almost blank, nearly dumbfounded. After several moments of silence the lightbulb almost visibly goes off for the grinning male.

”Oh wait, were you both talking to little ol’ me?” He points to himself as he asks incredulously. He folds his arms and ponders for a moment. As he stands there his body slowly teeters backwards and he falls upon empty air, his body sprawled out and suspended above ground.
”Ah so you wanted to know what I learned from observing you? Why I’m here?” He asks, scratching his sides and beneath his armpit. The man studies his purple colored nails, picking at them lazily before looking back up, grinning widely.
”You silly goose you. I told you, I learned you both are a HOOT. A real riot! You lot are much more amusing than you give yourselves credit for! So after learning this, I packed my bags and decided to officially become your Purrmera.”
He answers casually, still lazily suspended in the air. He tilts his head towards Aragon, winking at the man.
”As far as the games….you mean you didn’t have fun? I thought everyone loved games! Who doesn’t love a good game after all?!”
He asks, turning to lay on his stomach, slamming his palms against still empty air, his feet kicking back and forth. Marcos looks from Vincent to Aragon, and from Aragon back to Vincent. His reiatsu in a constant state of incomprehensible flux, ever inconsistent. He exudes no malice or killing intent, yet by declaring he had come to be Primera, and admitting to have been watching them for some time, surely then he knew that Aragon was the current Primera. The cateyed jewel upon his zanpakuto shines within the sparse rays of light that strikes its surface, the pupil like design almost appearing to dilate in aggravation for the briefest of moments. Marcos tilts his head down to the sheathed blade.
”Huh, what’s that? Ah sorry sorry, yea yea. What? REALLY? NO, I’M NOT GOING TO KILL HIM! Sheesh.” He returns his attention to the other two Arrancar present, huffing out in annoyance.
”People can be so rude! Am I right, or am I right fellas?”