[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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It was chaotic out there. Having gotten caught by the initial blast after Marcos’ unveiling, the power had sent Nicolas flying through the air and across the sandy dunes and out of harm’s way despite what the others may have thought. Maybe it was good that he disappeared. Maybe they would finally leave him alone after all this time.
Yeah fucking right.
“Ugh...”
From the dirt rose Nicolas Presagio, dirtied and disheveled by the effects of the violent events as the other four beasts attacked one another to establish their hierarchy, or to just lay waste to the unnecessary pawns. Even in the ground, the vibrations were unsettling and Nicolas had no sense of adventure. Even in the round, he would survive longer than any other Arrancar would from the spiritual energy that littered the very ground they walked upon.
But even Nicolas knew more than to start any sort of fight. However, his hunger was beginning to get the better of him. Lifting his head, he surveyed the area around him. Finding himself back at the fallen kingdom, the young Espada scratched at his bare chest and found himself looking up at a new player in the game that had just landed.
Grotesque and lanky he was, but with no humanoid shape, it was only apparent that this was an adjuchas level hollow, and to confirm it, Nicolas’ right hand had yet to leave his sandy bed, and he managed to use the radar to properly gauge this beast’s prowess. Having hidden his energy away since emerging from the dirt nap, his physical presence was even lesser than that.
“...Hey, guy.”
What? After hiding so stealthily in plain sight, Nicolas was giving away himself so openly. Nicolas knew what this monster wanted. Those that answered the King’s Call all wanted to become something better. It was clear that this thing wanted to be a part of the once-legendary Espada, but gaining a number wasn’t such an easy feat in the first place. At times, Nicolas wondered as to just how he still kept his number, but he knew. Beneath that lazy exterior was a gluttonous monster that ate everything he could get his hands on and destroyed civilizations without a second thought. Remorseless as all hollows were, and fiendishly selfish as they all lived.
Catching the attention of the looming Bat, Nicolas would find himself pulling his way out of the sand, dusting away what sand that lingered and even dared to drop his pants unceremoniously without care to get rid of the sand that got inside. Such crude actions highlighted the glutton’s careless attitude or mindless observation of his position. Pulling then back up and tying the black wrap around his waist, he turned to Blatz.
“You wanna get stronger, yeah? Forget about fighting them; I’ll save you the trouble if you lend an ear.”

 

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His eyes closely locked to the battle he was awaiting to see who would emerge out on top. His eyes however wandered and wavered to the area surrounding his perched body. He now watched something emerge from the sand and take shape, what was that? Who could be so foolish to inhale the white dust of Hueco Mundo desert? A blue haired figure clad in white with black accents, with a myriad of protruding bone teeth along the jawline, he looked to be armed with a blade by Blatz was unsure of his real intentions, whether or not he would use it on him the Adjuchas would be ready. His head turned as the figure in white approached the wall he was perched upon. Blatz flew down to meet him at ground level, deciding that he poses no real threat to him at this time. As he got closer, he got a look at what an Arrancar looked like, humanlike in appearance, but still hollow in every sense. His hole, seen clearly through his stomach, Blatz’ own was on his chest near covered in fur. Landing a foot directly before the Arrancar, he was greeted with a simple yet eerie grin, his tongue flicking back and forth between his canine teeth and watched and saliva sid from the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth, He could tell he was hungry but something allowed Blatz to believe that he wasn’t going to be eaten today.
The arrancar then led again with gaining power. The original reason Blatz even came here to Las Noches, to receive power and bring pain down on the world that has long forgotten his legacy that he left.He wished to plunge the world into a vat of unbridled silence and watch over the dark, quiet world as its only source of noise. The only being to be able to create it. He watched as the Arrancar moved nonchalantly, he figured he was serious in his proposition so Blatz’ decided to play ball with him.
”My ears are always open.”
He said simply, because they were. He could hear any and everything around him at this very moment due to his Sonic Hearing. Staying on his guard in the face of the Arrancar, fear not in his mind or in sight he was comfortable with this situation. He awaited the following words that the Arrancar wished to speak.

 

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”My ears are always open.”
Nicolas scratched at his jaw.
By all means… he wasn’t wrong, but the fact that they really were was pretty comical. Clearing his throat, the young Espada scratched away as he thought about what to say. Honestly, he didn’t think that the beast before him would consider even listening to him without a fight. Idly rubbing at his right shoulder, Nicolas thought to remove it, just to reveal the number into his skin but figured he may just leave it as a surprise for now.
“I can rip that mask off.”
Closing the distance between them, Nicolas idly raised a hand and leveled it with the beast’s face, teasing a tearing motion with a quick swipe and laughed to himself, surely causing Blatz to possible reconsider having listened. Was Nicolas joking? Of course not, but it wasn’t going to be an easy road. Even ripping his mask wouldn’t guarantee the upgrades he wished for, but so long as he was adamant on advancing, Nicolas would do nothing more than oblige and take this new Arrancar under his wing.
Moving his attention to an open space, Nicolas casually ripped is way through the air and split it open. Descorrer was an ability all forms of hollows could perform, but it would be no more than a breeze for someone of his rank. Like puzzle pieces, this open space came apart and revealed a flurry of black and grey wisps that became a bridge between worlds. Affirming the strength between both ends, the little boar jabbed a thumb in the direction of the open gate and looked back at Blatz.
“Here we go, guy. I’m gonna let you take a trip to the human world. Do me a favor, wreak some havoc, cause some chaos; enjoy yourself, really. I’ll come to get you after some time.”
He didn’t care to stifle the yawn. Blatz had the choice to get a little more experience in, and who knew? Maybe he would find a patrolling shinigami and lay waste to them.
“God-King has made it adamant we need more firepower… So this is how I’ll gauge the effort I’ll give you… You don’t have to go, and we can hash it out right here, but I’m sure you’re smart...”
Nicolas trailed off purposefully, letting the challenge linger. Head to the World of the Living to feast, or become a feast for the Espada standing before him? Regardless of his choice, the bridge between worlds would come to a close, and Nicolas would do what he needed to.

 

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Looking down on him, obviously Blatz the larger creature between the two hollows. His large glowing yellow orbs never blinking or losing sight of his every move as he approached the Bat. Blatz stood large, but had a slight hunch in his posture, akin to a praying mantis with large wings. He knew that if it came down to a battle it would be a fairly uphill fight, but for an Arrancar to approach him with an offer. As far as hollows go as soon as one sees the other it would immediately mean battle would ensue and see who comes out consuming who in the end. The white Bat of the Menos Forest however was a different sort however, displaying far more intelligence than his savage peers, he understands when his power is dwarfed by another. Although he is skilled himself, he knew that any rebuff from the plans of this hollow would end in a violent turn of events. Blatz did not forget why he came here however, power. He came here for this, and whether or not he had to make a deal, he would attain it here and now.
He took a step back from Nicolas, giving space between the two, he watched as the smaller hollow lifted his arm and mocked a ripping motion. He wondered how he would remove the mask from his face
He ignored the gesture but was now interested to see the world a little differently. Looking out towards an abyss of sand and wind, he noticed a fluctuation in the atmosphere Looking back towards Nicolas, his golden hues still intact, he found his “ally”? As well as an open black gate leading to near nothingness turning his back to the black void, he points to it with his thumb and gives Blatz a devilish grin.
”Here we go, guy. I’m gonna let you take a trip to the human world. Do me a favor, wreak some havoc, cause some chaos; enjoy yourself, really. I’ll come to get you after some time.”
He stood there before the arrancar, silent. He said nothing to him as he spoke. He wondered what his plan was...Obviously he was doing grunt work, but for what purpose? He intrigued Blatz as much as he did perplex him. However. He now had a new purpose to test out. He began to walk towards Nicolas and did not say a word to him as he passed by him, into the Garganta.
He stepped inside and paused before departing to the human world. Stretching his wings, he turns back to Nic.
”Don’t delay your visit to the human world. You may miss out on some fun. I hope I’m no pawn.”
He said simply. He meant it, whether Nicolas assumed it to be an empty threat or not. Blatz had no intentions of being used as a game piece. The garganta now closed behind him, closing off Nicolas and Hueco Mundo from the precipice realm, the void between the Soul Society and the Living World, as well as Hueco Mundo. Unlike the Shinigami, the hollows have freer passage between the two but the dangers are just as hostile, if not more. No one likes hollows, least of all the Quincies and Fullbringers. He wondered if he would find any on the other side. He then began walking to the other end of the Dangai to begin his mission.
Hueco Mundo ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Karakura Town

 

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RUAHHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH..
A singular octopus-like creature cries out as its body grows limp against the sands, before being solidified in a way that could only be explained in myths and storybooks. From the bottom tentacle it begins to become plastered in a grainy stone texture. While previously squishy in nature it becomes hard and coarse, resembling a cave wall. Each additional tentacle follows suit, and then the neck and head areas, until the ghastly cry for help is silenced by the filling of the creature’s mouth by the rocky substance. An eerie glow consumes the newly casted figurine, signifying the contractual seal between its power and the craftsman. As small distance away, wings spread out wide and ears peaked at their tips to display an undaunting curiosity.
Crack, Crack
The wings expand, the sound more akin to a bed of rock unlodging from a long-time stationary position. Golden orbs peer through a dark haze manifested by the pearlescent dunes, a shadowy silhouette maintaining shape through it all.

The eyes traverse left—then right—unsure from exactly where, the adjuchas can feel the clashing of power beyond him a great distance away. While adding to his collection assisted in aiding any apparent hunger, it was power that he craved most of all. To it, he was a servant, a slave; there was nothing power could not permit him to do, eat, or kill. In the midst of marveling at the statue, the creature takes a single step. As thick, spiny talons dig into the sand, a thousand grains and then a thousand more collide together, as the alabaster sands turn to slate. The loose and otherwise malleable nature of the sand is overturned, as the rolling hills before him all turn to stone.
A bird’s eye view would show a vortex of darkness among the sea of white. Hueco Mundo in its tattered, imbalanced state had offered little to no recompense for those forced to squabble in the shadows of the once rich desert. No more; as the creature approached a hill, beyond its cusp was a collection of stone statues, all different in shape and form but identical in degree to the one he’d just created. A wave of reiatsu pours from him—chartreuse in color—as the entirety of his stone mausoleum comes into view. Hundreds upon hundreds of petrified hollows create a field of relics for him to admire. For centuries they had been aligned in the exhibit-like fashion around his den. Every waking moment beneath the shell of stone their spiritual essence is being assimilated into his being.
He was committed to them all, and each of them to him. Their fossilized state ensured their loyalty would never waver; their commitment never falter. This part of the desert was his, and his gaze rested upon it eternally, forever watchful. Trekking through the army of figurines, one hill towers above the rest, it was here he chose to sit. Rested upon the heightened hill—overlooking his domain—he would act as its permanent guardian. His wings maintained their extended position, while his arms and legs locked synonymously. There was symmetry in his pose, and every part of his stance was as solid as stone itself. From the core of his throat he claims dominance, a guttural, bone-chilling roar echoing over the sands.

GRUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!