[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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A clashing of Ceros, the sight of a vasto’s cero being hit by the would-be god kings was interesting, though it did not break through the growing mass that had been with the vasto. A speech that made the false king submit so easily. If all it took was a speech to sway the false king into submission then he surely wasn’t one to follow be it King or Espada. Though still he was an arrancar that had power, one that she may manipulate further in the future. Who knows maybe she can pit the two against one another again for a more entertaining battle.
It was then that the madwoman made her way to the false king, getting in his face before speaking. Submitting as well, or so she thought. She couldn’t read this one well enough, she wondered if Elliora had goals; would they be too convoluted to follow along? Or was she as chaotic as she made herself appear. Only Elliora would know, what was truly going on in that head of hers. She was one to watch with close eye.
Though Emilia’s attention turned back to the Vasto, who’s reiatsu was acting sporadically, and it wouldn’t be too long before he would charge at the would-be god king. Reengaging with him like he was going to prove that he was the strongest creature that walked the dunes of Hueco Mundo. Power is such a wonderful thing, it drives those who have it to more, while the ones that don’t into submission.
Emilia though found herself getting rather bored with the whole situation at hand, hollows and arrancar fighting, or arrancar fighting arrancar was a nice change of pace compared to her life before but its glamour was quickly. Even she craved a fight, as much as she tried to supress it. how could you blame her? Everyone around her seemed to have been in a fight but her; Even so she didn’t want to fight these arrancar right away, in fact she was more curious about the Castle above them.
She hasn’t seen the old Las Noches ever, and never would get the chance; however, the new Las Noches was ripe for exploration. What secrets does this castle hold? With a flicker she would move away from all the battles and to the front of Las Noches. The sight of which she considered far grander than she had initially thought. From where she stood, she had no choice but to turn her head just to see the castle the floated before her.
“A floating castle that regenerates. I wonder what it would take to bring all this down to a rotting corpse.”
Her mind raced with ideas from an army of gillian launching ceros to artillery style weaponry raining down hellfire to take this down, be it quincy or shinigami. She wanted to know all of its weaknesses and its strong points. what rooms hold and what purpose each one also held. She was determined to know now. If she was going to make this a home, one must know its ins and outs. Last anyone would see of her would be her entering the fortress.

 

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Impatience. Patience. To act. Or maybe not. Plagued with the aspect of Indifference is one Hollow, stemming back to his early years as a creature of cannibalistic intent and viciousness was hard wired inertly into the psyche of the human turned monster. Sometimes it took him a long time to act or react, much less care for the thing at hand. However, there were times of certainty, times out of sheer instinct even that allows this creature to act in the manner in any way he wishes. Almost out of pure necessity or even greed. His surroundings was entire chaos in one word, leading from torturous winds to obscurities of all around prowess allowed him to individually be impressed with the other monsters in this room. Upon the charge of his cero, a thinner more refined version of another shot from the pit down below, catching his small attention. His golden globes followed and tracked the trajectory of the thin blast and it was aimed right at the falling white star that could pour down a blaze like no other upon those down below. It was also at this time, Abraam released his own doom blast with the same target, not letting himself be outdone. ”Not only does he talk a lot, but he's a bit of a showoff too…” he thought. A grin and a scoff could be found on Abraam next as he began to walk away from the scene after the glimpse of his power. Badasses don't watch the explosives explode.
A large sonic sound of clashing energies and scorching white heat coagulated into a mass of green-purple explosion. A supernova could be likened to the sight that Abraam never saw. He felt the clash, probably more than anyone near him, the difference in ideals and strengths. Right down to the very purpose in which the foundation of the doom blast is created. His understanding of raw power was simple, but simplicity carried him very far as he was also able in this instance to understand the gap and where they all stood. He understood very completely, but was not intimidated. Just indifferent. The other Arrancar were interesting in their own right by his account, this would make for an interesting army should they all survive this catastrophically terrible first meeting. But could it have been necessary? Was this event the precursor of things to come for the Hollows of Hueco Mundo? Good or bad, it would’ve been a sight to see. There were certain creatures among them who had appeared to take the next step in their strength, the Resurreccion. Two appeared to have taken o n their “true” form while fighting against the other monsters, himself included. It would’ve seemed that the skunk headed one took measures of his own to avoid the onslaught he attempted to snare him in before. It was obvious he still lived, much to his chagrin but he felt a funny sensation envelop around him in the form of reiryoku. This made him pause for a small moment.
Still shielded by his own reiatsu cloak while also subconsciously enhancing his Hierro’s density to alter his weight to make himself heavy enough to avoid being sucked into the Vagido utilized by the boar like Arrancar. Sniffing out this small anomaly wasn’t hard; it was like second nature to him. Sighing with impatience, his eyes flashed a bright golden hue momentarily as he simply reverted his weight back to normal levels and shifted his spiritual strength towards his feet to perform yet another…
Bzzt
A soft vibration occurred, making it to the ears of anyone within the whispering radius of the Chameleon, doing away with his body in one space and reappearing outside of the room that once held a table and a floor. With zero bodily movements for indication of any form of action he escaped what would have been a spiky situation from the hands of the wet dog down below. Upon his relocation he looked back at the mass of spikes that were now in his former location within the death scape. He appeared unamused, almost disinterested but he was intrigued at the sudden effects of this arrancars powers. He’d have had to keep that in mind for the future. He had very little interest in those in that room but he was certain about one thing: Change was blowing into Hueco Mundo. With the newly reformed Las Noches and with what would seem to be the new crackpot Espada, it was uncertain as to what the fates would have in store at the end of it all. He was convinced that they would most certainly give the Shinigami a large scale issue at some point or another. Placing his hands in his pockets once more and carrying onto the entrance to await his mistress, he’d figured she’d be enjoying the show right about now with her hysterics. Interrupting her fun wouldn’t be fun for him at all.

 

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A Family Unites
The Espada are finally starting to stop and listen, finally accepting him as their God King. Despite the words they weave to proclaim this the end result is all the same. The king now stands before his subjects- no, not subjects, Maximiliano does not see these Espada as his subjects, lesser beings who are no more than a toss away thought. He recognizes strength, appreciates it, basks in it and so far these individuals have demonstrated their own unique strengths, namely Elliora and Enrico. The False King, the one once perceived to be a loud buzzing gnat now recognized by Max as his brother, gives him a threat laced with honeyed words or perhaps it is more of a promise?
"I accept your proclamation, brother. But I want you to know that the moment I catch you slipping up... The moment you falter while wearing that crown that you have anointed yourself with… Is the moment that I'll have your head."
Falter is not a word known to Maximiliano as it is not an act he has done in all his years alive, his stride has always been forward moving, uninterrupted, with retreat never crossing his mind. Enrico will never have a moment to take the head of this King, not if he is hoping for him to reveal a fault. Even the Hierro of the God King does not falter before the dismantling of the Sonido clones, mere tricks of sound aren’t enough to break the mythical hide of this monster but the tingling sensation it gives makes Max scratch his arm. Unharmed by the dismantling of Sonido he is completely unaware that it was an attack aimed to do him harm. However, irrelevancy aside, just as Enrico finishes speaking another follows up with their own commentary one who interrupted Max’s earlier attack against Helliodoro.
"¡Esta Bien! ¡Ya me decidi!"
"Fine! I have decided!"
The sultry tone in her voice goes unnoticed by Max, is it due to his own Reiatsu blocking it out or is it due to his annoyance of this woman that his mind is snuffing it out? Both of these assumptions are wrong as her voice is just carried by the wind, the very air that circulates around them is at her beckon call. She would be a fun fight indeed and he hopes that she would oppose him so he could fight her as well, but…
"¡Te voy a complacer, Dios Rey!"
"I will indulge you, God King!"
He grins, he is feeling genuine joy as an effort at first thought futile, the assumption that all packs fail with blood and death is vanishing from his mind. It does not stop with just her, the Boar, the Dinosaur, and even those who have not stood up against him and choose to simply watch or enter the castle, their passive actions are a declaration of acceptance to his claim as God King. He boils and builds with excitement so much so he wants to shout at the top of his lungs with joy, not because of his placement as God King but because he has finally found strong allies to stand with, to fight against, and to fight with. It was the one thing he sought for more than anything else, the title of God King be damned for his own personal desires and achieving them meant so much more than that. He remains dignified, not overreacting as much as his soul screamed for him to, he smiles opening his arms and begins to speak to the ones gathered before him.
”Mi Amigos… No… Mi Familia I-”
His speech is cut short as he is literally snatched out of the air by a vengeful soul, a furious Vasto Lorde who will not be ignored or accept his failed Cero attack as a final effort. Flying in at high speeds and grasping Max by his head attempting to fly him far off from Las Noches. The vicious impact that erupts from the Vasto clasping Max’s head echoes and devistates the still regenerating fortress of Las Noches, just as the meeting room was almost finished reforming it is shattered once more. The vice grip of Hellio is tight, it wants to crush the Hierro and head of the God King, the Vasto seeks to send itself and Max into the desert to continue their battle. It will travel alone.
Strength of God
Redirección de Hélice (Lit. Helix Redirection), an innate technique that uses Max’s spiral abilities to redistribute the force of an attack, that would otherwise harm him, out of his body or use it to enhance his next attack. That impact and the increasing strength of Hellio’s grip are used against him as Max grabs hold of the forearm that holds him and crushes it into bloody paste. Maximiliano comes to a screeching halt in the sky, some distance away from Las Noches now as Hellio crashes into the sands some distance behind and below him. The vice grip the Vasto had on his head allowed the hand to remain clutched to his head, a hand that Max plucks off of his head and begins to consume. He turns to look at the monolithic pillar of sand erupting into the sky of the crashed Vasto who continues to fight against him.

”Amigo!!! You are strong! Cease this pointless fighting and join me! Unless you would rather be consumed by me bit by bit! Should you become an Arrancar you would surely make the rank of Espada! Although the competencia (Lit. Competition) is quite tough at the moment heh.”
Despite the talking he is doing, he still stands in the sky, poised to fight, poised to bring down the next challenger should they attack under the assumption he is distracted. Furthermore now that he knows of the speed this creature possesses he will not be taken off guard by it again as Reiryoku coils around his arms and hands. This day will be remembered for eternity, the day he ascended to an Arrancar, met and fought alongside the former God King only to take his place hours later and most importantly finding himself a family of strong individuals to fill the hole in his heart.

 

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"Eternity Opposed By An Unwavering Star"
The beast’s blitz towards the God-king was as much of an absurd plan as it was blazingly quick. To dive into the heart of assumed allies once again just for a mostly shallow vengeance, it was beyond stupid. Yet the Hollow holds no such concept, built on instinct and desires, he acts on instincts and desires. With a speed beyond any of those below, the subjects find themselves lacking their ruler’s presence and the room itself once more. Success for the star, to some degree.
With a reasonable from Las Noches, but not nearly as far as Helliodoro had desired, Max stands seemingly unscathed and now prepared, readying himself for an assault once more. In a hollow-made caldera, the wounded and visibly fractured creature still glows, veins of blinding white run through his entire being. A hierro made brittle through his own heat over this short exchange, a forearm torn from its place as a result of multiple factors stacking atop each other. Hunched over in a position far more animalistic and primal than he had previously shown to Max, the Hollow’s arms hang down in front of him limply, his exhales and inhales drawn out to their limit as the wrathful soul’s eyes beam towards Max with unwavering intent but a realization.
If he is to make any other advance, it is clear that this approach won’t give him any success. Whether or not Helliodoro is aware, the difference between the two is beyond their evolutionary points, there is more to this Arrancar than those they had left behind. The disparity between the two is vast. In an uncharacteristic turn, Helliodoro slows down, unmoving but prepared, his sights and senses locked on the God-king. One, two, three, four, five seconds pass. In that time, the Hollow quite clearly recovers his vigor and listens closely to Max, the arm that was torn from him is grown back perfectly and the cracks that once ravaged his Hierro fade entirely, a regeneration far slower than most Hollows and even slower than some of those in the Arrancar’s ranks, still, it is present and potent.
”Amigo!!! You are strong! Cease this pointless fighting and join me! Unless you would rather be consumed by me bit by bit! Should you become an Arrancar you would surely make the rank of Espada! Although the competencia(Lit. Competition) is quite tough at the moment heh.”
Amigo? Strong? Pointless? Competition? In his usual stupidity, one would assume he’d have a hard time understanding these words but they are clear to him, his thick skull isn’t quite that dense. Still he is taken back by the words he hears.
”We’re far from friends! You attacked me first! Strong? That’s clear, I know that much… Pointless!? It’s only pointless if I die! As for the ’competition’, none of those murky creatures back there have the same light I see, there is a clear difference!” With an alternating volume and tone to his voice, the Hollow speaks, his heart put into each one of his words as he does. The goal to his words however is lost on himself
As Helliodoro comes to perfect health once more, there is no delay, there is no unnecessary efforts like before. A mighty and focused expression of Reiryoku originates at the bottom of the Hollow’s feet and his calves. There is no tell or delay, in a flash of white light that sears the optical nerve of those who watch on, Helliodoro instantaneously hovers just in front of Maximiliano. The only remnants and proof of his travel that remain are the deep holes that are burnt into the sands and stone below, and the trail that momentarily follows Hellio before fading.
In that same moment, an open hand, held out as though the Hollow had claws, launches towards Max, boosted by Estrella Voladora (Lit. Flying Star) being expelled through the back of his right hand, A blow that promises to deliver a force that far outshines that of of his grip from before, easily taking the head of those it finds, tearing it from the neck if not completely obliterating it. The contact between the two is momentary however, as soon as the force transfers between the two bodies, another instance of beaming light invades the area, right in front of Max this time around. Again Hellio throws another blow, from the opposite hand, the same open position as the other, aiming to slam into the lower half of the Arrancar’s spine as Helliodoro now stands behind Max. This impact, while delivered through an identical and archaic form, brings with a greater force than the prior.
To Helliodoro, at this point it doesn’t matter whether or not the target is dead, giving the living or deceased body no time to move, this same sequence of brilliant illumination and virulent heat is repeated for what seems like an infinity but is merely half a second if not a negligible bit less. Each blow is placed randomly throughout the Arrancar’s body, as literal as possible, countless clashes are heard and felt. Each seeming to grow in power without a plateau in sight.
To those outside of this event, should they manage to avoid being blinded in the lightshow, Max vanishes, replaced instead by a cocoon. A sphere of white particles that become so abundant they obscure visual lock on the Arrancar from the outside, completely. Rupturing outwards from this sphere is a constant, thunderous shockwave that ripples through the air as though the gaseous environment is a solid surface. The sands and earth below compress and are pushed inwards with this continuous barrage of disembodied force. Within the sphere, the heat is unimaginable, every contact with the hands of the star leaving a visible hole, an imprint of the hand that committed to the strike, turning flesh and Hierro to nothing in that instant, that in combination with the constant flaring of the Hollow’s own ability, unbearable by any and all, including Helliodoro’s Heirro which he so willingly waited for it’s return, without a true goal in mind it seems.
The God-King has become the core of a Sun.

 

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A Waning Star in The Eyes of God
He smiles, with a heart filled with unbridled joy for the first time in his existence, he smiles. He found strong comrades, a family. He sets his eyes upon another who is strong and because of his strength he wanders alone or perhaps he is alone because he chooses to be. Regardless of that Maximiliano wishes for him to join him, to follow him and his family on a journey of ascension that may even see Helliodoro become the star he truly wants to be. But it seems like Maximiliano made a mistake, a mistake in his judgement of the beast.
”We’re far from friends! You attacked me first!
”Heh.”
Max snickers.
Strong? That’s clear, I know that much…
His grin grows smaller, his teeth barely showing.
Pointless!? It’s only pointless if I die!
The grin is now no more than a smirk on his face.
”As for the ’competition’, none of those murky creatures back there have the same light I see, there is a clear difference!”
The smile has faded.
Maximiliano has fallen silent, his Reiryoku still coiling around his arms and hands, standing motionless in the sky. The vibrant life and excitement that once radiated from his eyes has now all but vanished as he stares down Helliodoro with vacant eyes. Maximiliano made a mistake when judging this beast, thinking that he could test this beast to see if this Vasto could measure up to his evolved brethren just as he would have done with the Adjuchas that were gathered there as well. The God King does not forget that he too sought to become a Vasto Lorde at one point, however, it was just a pebble on the path he walked, a stepping stone to his eventual transformation into an Arrancar. Vasto Lorde was never the goal, just a means to an end. He has stepped over the state of Vasto and reached his goal regardless, even still he pushed forward. The beast before him is stagnant, how long has he existed? Even in his younger years Max could remember seeing the beast fly across the starless sky like a shooting star, his Vagido echoing into the eternal night. After all those centuries, all this time he still hasn’t evolved, hasn’t changed? What of the former God King, what did he make of this monster? Unbeknownst to him, Helliodoro butted heads with the previous king as well he may as well be considered rebellion incarnate. As things stand, the current God King is not amused and will no longer play this petty game of “who is stronger”.
Maximiliano’s ability to sense Reiryoku is quite strange, perhaps his own overflowing power makes it difficult to see through or past but without the use of Indice Radar he cannot accurately determine the level of strength his opponent has. That said, it does not mean he cannot sense it at all, in battle the story is quite different, determining the level of strength for an opponent is not necessary if the battle has already begun. By that point all that matters is if the energy can be read at all, which it can be. Fluctuations of Reiryoku are not lost on the God King’s senses, such as the fluctuation taking place within Helliodoro. Max gave the beast time to heal its lost arm since at the time he was still “playing”, rough housing a bit with a fellow Hollow. But things have now changed. Yes, there would be no tell for the beast's sudden burst of speed aside from the blinding light that would seek to sear the eyes of onlookers, Maximiliano’s included. Sadly, there is a tell the expulsion of Reiryoku from his feet and calves. The God King is more than just raw power, Enrico could attest to this as he was one to bare witness to his cunning perhaps it was such cunning that won over the King of All.
He has seen what this beast can do one time too many already, the burst of speed he can produce, it’s linear movements, the light and heat it can radiate. All of these things are taken into account in the next few moments. The Vasto Lorde launches itself at the stoic God, hoping to blind him and it works, almost. His eyes begin to close but his body does not flinch, there is no recoil of pain or retreat from the light, that said he is not fully spared of the instantaneous light as all he can see is white. His Reiatsu ramps up, its destructive qualities battling back against the heat the Vasto releases. In that same instantaneous moment the beast is standing before his target, right hand seeking to strike and tear off the head from its foundation with the amplified speed of its Voladora (Lit. Flying Star). The hand moves and it....
Misses.
Was it due to poor depth perception? Did it stop too soon? Or did Max simply take a step back? None of the above are the factual truth, they are actually all false. Helliodoro understands his speed well enough to know when to stop and surely depth perception would not affect him as this ability comes to him naturally. The God King also would not have had time to step back, the speed at which Helliodoro moves out paces his own Sonido. The linear and predictable movements made it quite easy for Maximilano to counter, no matter how fast his opponent moved so long as he had anticipation his counter would succeed. Seeking out the Hollow's Reiryoku rather than his physical form made this feat even more easier. Now, exactly how did Helliodoro miss his mark? The answer to the question is simple, the Vasto Lorde was pushed back by something else that boasts instantaneous speed, his Zanpakuto.

Maximiliano’s Theme
Collapsed by his own spiral ability, his Zanpakuto remains hidden and out of sight, easy to keep with him without it getting in his way. This helix spear is quickly and instantly expanded by the same spiral ability without the need of a gesture or warning, the energies flowing around his hands and arms saw to it’s sudden arrival when he needed it. It’s appearance did more than push back the beast as the twin pronged tips moving at unseen speeds makes contact with his Hierro. Had this been nothing more than a flat hammer head the damage would have been dispersed across his body, a cracked Hierro would be all this Vasto would have to worry about. But with the damage being focused at the tips of the spear it punctures and pushes past Hierro and flesh. Max feels it, the sensation of flesh and organs being run through and the moment he feels it the rebellious Hollow is given a second hole. The power of the God King is the power of spirals, expanding, collapsing, redirecting all things imaginable made from spirals he can do. By simply touching the shape of a spiral he instantly holds dominion over it. His Zanpakuto, Cuernos Equestre (角馬 — Tsuno-ba Lit. Horned Steed) is twisted, it is but an elongated spiral and because of this it acts as an extension of its owner. Through that extension Expansión de Hélice (Lit. Helix Expansion) is used and spirals out that aforementioned hole within the Vasto.
He retreats with Sonido a few dozen feet away, his own regeneration working its magic to restore sight to his blinded eyes, one at a time. His right eye shoots open to gaze upon the Hollow whose own healing powers are quite remarkable, so much so Max targeted the one thing he cannot regenerate, his internal organs. Poised and ready to continue the fight, his destructive Reiatsu flairs up in a show of dominance and superiority. The destructive powers of Vincent purge his body of impurities, if the Vasto's hand he consumed not long ago was a ticking time bomb it would now be rendered useless and be no more than sustenance. The power of his predecessor being put to good use in more ways than just combat. His Reiatsu spirals and coils in the air in different areas around him, these shapes vibrating with destruction and infinity. The time for comradery is over, Maximiliano will deal out death to all who insult his family, for the weak can only look down upon the dirt they stand upon.