[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Stubborn Thing
Yandiel continues his spiel, quite adamant on bringing the beast up to the surface and experiencing the wonders of being amongst those like him. Strong, unfiltered monsters that could tear each other apart in the blink of an eye. What was so appetizing about reckless hunting? Santana was one to watch his prey scurry around, thinking themselves safe before he crushes them into dust and assimilates them into his own body. His size was well spoken for the amount of bodies that had become one with him.
And for the new God-King to bestow mercy upon his subjects was something unheard of, and Santana could only begin to wonder the exact cause for taking this direction. Someone that desires the strongest allows the weak and spineless to continue to run his kingdom and do as they please, it was absurd. As the insect draws closer, Santana stops in his tracks, exhaling roughly through his nose and releasing a wave of air that rushes across the forest, gently shaking the trees from just a minute gesture. Yandiel is careful not to venture too close, but still has come closer than he has before.
“Are you honestly content with staying down here? Surviving and that's it? Have you no pride in your potential? A desire to grow stronger than before?”
“And you are content with being a servant? You may have your individuality, but you are not one to be commanded, nor am I, so what is this ‘meaningful existence’ you speak of?”
Santana turns to face this being once more, observing his outstretched hand as he continues to make his case, urging the beast to fold before him and take his hand. There is silence as he continues to stare, focused on the tiny palm compared to a single hoof of his. Everything was so tiny about him, and the beast particularly enjoyed staring down at this old acquaintance, but there was still very little convincing for the deer on leaving this space. He was not one that craved violence and wonder. This beast prefered to live in the background of those before him, lingering, watching, and waiting. While he desired to appease his addiction, Santana was easily entertained in the depths of the forest, so what else did Yandiel offer to him?
“Besides. I'd personally love your company.”
Sentiments… As kind as they were, and as intriguing as this insect was, Santana could only stare. This reasoning… was hardly enticing. However, curiosity had only begun to build within the deepest confines of Santana’s consciousness. Curiosity, and wonder as to why the following individual was so intent on having someone of his likeness with him. A short breath escapes through his nose, and while his mouth has never moved, Santana laughs, harder and harder, with each sound that spills, the forest shakes from the Beast’s laughter.
Truly this one before him was an enigma, one that was rare and enticing enough that he would entertain him, if only for but a moment.
“Then will you be the one to break my mask?”

 

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“And you are content with being a servant? You may have your individuality, but you are not one to be commanded, nor am I, so what is this ‘meaningful existence’ you speak of?”
Yandiel lowered his hand and moved it to his hip, adjusting his posture almost as if he was trying to stretch out his back a bit. The male cast his head to the side, looking into the abyss that was the darkness within the crystalline treeline. His mind focused on his own emotions towards remaining solitary but he also knew he had the desire to be in a position of power. There was little contentment after centuries to be stuck in such an… empty place. It was enough that being a Hollow meant missing a part of yourself, but to be physically stuck in a limbo of sorrowful reflection was less than favorable. Always alert on a potential attack even from those that stood no chance was something that starts fun but ends in monotony as well. Yandiel’s eyes shifted towards the hesitant deer without a single movement of his cranium.
"It’s as simple as aiding the King when he needs something done, but otherwise doing as I please. I’ll take a momentary act of loyalty, then take to my own devices, over… feeling as if all I am doing is keeping hunger at bay."
A pause came for the insectoid Arrancar. His optics moved away once again for all but a second before his whole visage came to align with Santana. Despite this bout of stasis only lasting a solitary breath, he was able to contemplate a whole palette of memories. There was not much that bothered him more in his solitude than feeling as if there was something more fun he could be doing.
"If it is not done for violence or power... consider it a method of regaining a bit of humanity. Down here days pass like seconds and days as years. Maybe not physically but how easy it becomes to lose yourself to time."
Yandiel’s palm hovered before the hole within his core as he gave a look that could be received as both outward and inward reflection.
"What’s selling another part of your soul to have the freedom from the shadows, the possibility for a thrill, and the payoff of your endeavors so far… Plus it’s fun to fuck with the other Arrancar, they are often so quick-tempered."
“Then will you be the one to break my mask?”
The latter of his remarks came with a devilish grin that broke through the more serious tone. Nothing that Yandiel had stated was something he did not believe in but still was within his nature to say what needs to be said to get as he pleases. It was a sweet whisper that carried the piercing of a knife. If not to be convincing in entirety it was indeed something that carried enough genuine thoughts to conceal the taste of any manipulation. It was true that he did feel a bit more comfortable at a proper relationship with Santana over those that would likely fill the ranks of the Espada and Fracción.
"As for that mask... I could do such a thing if you trust me enough for that."

 

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”¡Bienvenido a Hueco Mundo!”
Brilliant white sands that stretch on far as the eye can see and even further than that, these pearly white sands put even the most exotic beaches of the Human World to shame. Sand dunes rise and fall endlessly, cascading into flat lands where the sand has rippling features similar to that of an ocean. Trees composed of a quartz like material dot the desert but their roots do not seep into the sand alone, no what is seen on the sands above is but the top of mighty trees that make up Forest of Menos. Yes, below these beautiful sands resides a forest of twilight where the trunks of the trees loom ominous as if holding up the sands above. In this place all manner of life resides from Gillian, to Adjuchas, and maybe even undiscovered Vasto Lorde! As much freedom as this forest may radiate it is ruled by a single man. Maybe calling him a man is a bit much, monster may suit him more. Then again calling him a god may do even better than that since both monsters and gods can be and are oftentimes feared. As below so above is the saying as his influence reigns supreme over the sands above as well.
The apex pack of all Hollow life are the Espada, though these past one hundred years the pack has been rather small, numbering only four strong. That is not to discredit those who still reside within the walls of Las Noches as all Hollow know full well to not cross paths with the Arrancar who reside there. A place that resides high above the sands almost akin to paradise in the eyes of those who want to join the ranks of the powerful. This is the closest thing Hollow’s have to heaven, so close in fact that all sorts of rumors began to be spun throughout. “You can eat all you want, never have to worry about losing your Adjuchas form!” or “They can turn you into a Vasto Lorde! Then right after that they turn you into an Arrancar!” The typical tall tales where the person gets everything they ever wanted or dreamed of all because they ascend to heaven.
BOOM!
But it goes to show that even Hollow’s can have hopes and dreams, hopes and dreams that are often cut short by another who dreams even bigger than them. There are those who want to live in Las Noches then there are those who want to do more than just live there! There are those who wish to serve as part of an ever growing army, an army hellbent on destroying those who have oppressed their race for centuries. Then there are those who wish to serve the Espada directly by becoming Fracción to fight side by side with the strongest in Hueco Mundo! Then there are those who wish to become Espada themselves, a truly lofty goal and a dream that is to be admired by all who seek power. To sit at the table with those who have reigning authority over this place of violence and chaos. To laugh at this goal is merely disrespectful especially to those who wish only to live for a few breaths more.
BOOM!
Then there are those who dream even bigger. Those who have dreams that would have them reach into heaven itself and rip out its heart. These dreams, however, are best kept silent and to oneself. These days word travels fast for those who gain a following of their own and crown themselves king.
BOOM!
In Hueco Mundo any Hollow can forge a pack of their own, have hordes of others follow them and among them a singular entity is raised to the rank of leader. They are worshiped, praised, and revered for their strength! They obtain their own piece of heaven because of those who follow and believe in them, those who believe that they are the absolute strongest!
BOOM!
Their egos grow fat from those influencing and feeding it, so fat that they believe that not even those within the safe walls of Las Noches can defeat them! Their voice rings out, they spread the word that they, a new king, has been born and seeks to topple the God King himself. Once again, word travels fast in Hueco Mundo these days and these words even reach the “heavens” known as Las Noches. Such proclamations are not taken lightly, they aren’t dismissed as a petty notion of grandeur or delusion. To proclaim oneself the one true king of Hueco Mundo is to incur the wrath of its god.
BOOM!!

His face caving in from a singular punch, this Arrancar is caught off guard by its strength and destructive capabilities. Whatever beast he evolved from must have been one with high regenerative abilities as he begins to recover from the strike rather quickly only to be struck in the face yet again. This has been going on for a few minutes now, blows that quake the very sands, sending ripples across it like ocean waves from every strike that lands. The challenger has not been able to defend himself nor attack, only regenerate, his followers watch on in disbelief as their leader becomes nothing more than a mere punching bag for the one true king of Hueco Mundo, Maximiliano Zacarías.
BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!
Fists of God
No longer singular, the strikes come in rapid succession now, the first knocking the Arrancar on his back followed up by the God King placing a boot on his chest and striking him repeatedly with his fists. Over and over and over the poor Hollow is hit, his regeneration the only thing keeping him alive and as of right now it is more of a curse than a boon. A crater begins to form with every successive hit. Either stopping because he knows he’ll plummet into the Forsest of Menos or stopping because he got bored the God King halts his strikes and watches the man at his feet regenerate slowly, begging for him to stop.
”Please… N-no more…”
”Amigo, tell me, what do you have in common with God?”
”W-what?”
His face is promptly caved in upon having the audacity to make Max repeat himself.
”I said, what do you have in common with God?”
”I… I don’t know… noth-”
Maximiliano finishes the sentence for him.
”Nothing, you are right. Yet you are so bold as to proclaim yourself a contender to him. Why is that? Hm? Why is it that you all haven’t learned anything in these last hundred years or so? You rise to power and instead of coming to Las Noches to cement yourself as a leader you choose to raise your hand to me. Amigo…" He points down at the ground ”These sands are mine, I walk and roam them as I please. You cannot run from me and you cannot hide. Vasto and Espada are the least of your worries while I exist.”
Maximiliano looks up to the man's followers who still have determination in their eyes, they still have unbroken faith in their leader. He is still alive after taking a pummeling from the God King, so long as he is still alive he has a chance. Ignorance is something they are blissfully blessed with not knowing that Max, despite caving the man's face in, is pulling his punches. He is enjoying himself, enjoying the fact that he can break this toy over and over only for it to fix itself. He smiles at the lesser Hollow and proceeds to pummel the Arrancar yet again, relentlessly. His punches fall like rain, blood splattering on the pearly white sands and on Max’s white body alike. He then stops punching him, he looks down observing his handiwork.

”Hmph, I’m not sure what I expected, you aren’t cut from the same cloth as the others. You’re nothing but a dog, cabron, if you went to Las Noches you’d surely be taken for a walk hahahaha!"
Max begins laughing hysterically at his own joke, taking his foot off the Arrancar’s chest in the process of laughing. The humor of the God King is… Odd, to say the least considering he finds his own analogy hysterical. The Arrancar that was on the receiving end of being pummeled takes this opportunity to run out of the crater and off into Hueco Mundo. His subjects watch in shock and surprise that their fearless leader is showing fear in the face of a man who is lost in laughter over his own joke. The static sound of a Sonido is heard, or more so felt as the lesser Hollow recoils in primal fear over the sensation that moves through their body. Max now stands in the sky, his hand extended and aiming at the fleeing Arrancar.
”Oi! Amigo! For the record! Your regeneration doesn’t mean shit to me!"

His Reiryoku pools to the palm of his hand, forming a circle that spins unbelievably fast before unleashing a massive Cero that engulfs the fleeing Arrancar and the sands around him. The blast rattles Hueco Mundo to its core, more than his punches ever did. Regeneration is meaningless when the major organs are destroyed, even more so when the target is completely vaporized.

His attention turns to the underlings that followed the now dead man and he gives them a simple head gesture, telling them to leave. The small crater made from his punches pales in comparison to the massive hole left by his Cero. Max begins to yawn and stretch, while he enjoyed going out and handling these little issues they often left him quite bored.

After his rather exaggerated stretch he returns to the ground, his eyes scanning the horizon as if he were looking for someone in the distance. Suddenly, at his feet a network of lights extend, the pattern is more like a circuit board than anything else. He rubs his chin as these lights extend further and further away from him, even seeping into the ground. This was the God Kings Indice Radar, honed to an absurd degree.
”Hmm, where are you Yandiel… Oh? Forest of Menos is it? Whatever could you be doing down there?”
He walks over to the hole he created in the sand with his Cero, which was quickly closing itself. He grins and jumps into the hole chuckling to himself.
”I have nothing else going on so why not pay him a visit!”
The pale Arrancar jumps into the closing hole and descends into the Forest of Menos, the hole closes behind him adding another pillar of twilight light to the forest.
To Forest of Menos
His descent into the forest is hastened by way of Sonido, the low base that emanates from it sends shivers to the ones hiding in the darkness. The presence of the God King in this forest is not uncommon and while he isn’t one to attack Adjuchas, unprovoked, they still do their best to avoid him. Finally landing on solid ground his Indice Radar goes to work again, guiding him ever closer to Yandiel and whoever else he was with. Were they about to fight or were they merely talking? Given the steady flow of Reiatsu from both beings they must only be chatting, however, in Hueco Mundo idle chat can quickly turn violent. He grins from ear to ear, hoping Yandiel gets into a fight, it’s not often he gets to watch his Fracción do battle.
He is fast on his trail, walking the same path as the small Arrancar and where Yandiel was met with bloodthirst and hostility Maximiliano was met with silence. His march continued without distraction or hindrance. This may be due to his Fracción’s actions earlier scaring them off, Max has no knowledge of this and it doesn’t matter much to him. His curiosity is piqued extremely high, what sort of being stands before Yandiel to give him pause to speak rather than kill? With his next step he vanishes with Sonido once more, his excitement taking over as he rushes to the scene appearing behind the Fracción. A low frequency booming static, a sound of bass and eeriness reaches the ears of Yandiel first followed by his acquaintance hearing it almost immediately after.
No longer is he wondering what the small Arrancar is up to as he comes face to face with a massive deer-like Adjuchas. There is silence for a moment, perhaps he is sizing him up, or maybe he is waiting for him to make the first move. The scenario plays out in the mind of the God King and all he can think of is breaking the deer’s neck if it tries to attack. Considering how peaceful things are right now he takes a more cordial approach to the situation.
”And who might you be Amigo? A friend of Yandiel here? An enemy of mine? Or are you perhaps the latest addition to our army?

 

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Within the endless dunes of sand of Hueco Mundo, there are very few things that can be rightfully considered as odd. Beasts of different shapes and sizes are as multiple as the grains they walk on. Like wild animals, most act on instincts, fighting for territory, hunting for food or simply for game, some even put together collaborative efforts to excel beyond their own capabilities. All in the means of evolution. This is the hunger they must sate, the reason they live, to grow, to become greater than those around them and eventually to become the greatest.
A futile effort to the majority, they were not born for greatness, they will strive towards this goal only to be cut short by those who are worthy, those who were created for such a purpose.
Crunch…Crunch...Crunch…
Beyond the sight of Las Noches, beyond the horizon visible from the bastion, the white washed sands of the desert plane of the Hollows is mashed gently beneath the soft foot falls of something. Each step is near aimless, leaving the destination as ambiguous to the traveller as those who may watch on, even then, there is a point of interest. As each tread hits the sand, there is a brief bubble beneath the foot, as though something beneath aims to reach up, before it fades and settles into a simple footprint. With trance-like breaths escaping the mouth of this wanderer, it’s almost as though the body is asleep, each inhale is delayed from the exhale for a near minute before the air is released just as slowly. In contrast however, every breath out fills the expansive dunes with an irregular, pulsing presence.

For hours, or has it been days? These footsteps continue, in the mind of this unconscious pilgrim, it hardly mattered how much time had passed, there was barely an active mind in the body at this point. Instinct and nature were what pulled them in. Lured by something. Perhaps the enticement of the concentrated powers is what pulls the being towards the stronghold? Was it the hunger for strength of their own or maybe the desire to find allies in higher places? Perhaps it was simply fate? The outside may question it as much as the inside, at least, they would if they were aware of themselves.
All that flashes through the scarcely cognizant brain of this roamer are the occasional and intense flashes of white that blank the mind. In these moments devoid of mental function, the body comes to a halt before the faded colours seep back in, painting whatever images float lightly through the mind of this free soul.
As the distance is closed over countless hours, the wandering soul begins to show signs of some sort of awakening. The light twitches and spasms of limbs. The quickening of breaths, if only barely. The occasional correction of missteps. Much like a heartbeat, the aura of this rambler becomes excited, lessening the pause between each surge. With each beat of this rhythm, the intensity becomes near palpable, like a warm wind washing over everything beyond even sight. These displays would show, but only over an extended period of time, bit by bit.
The thoughts portrayed as pictures amplify extremely slowly as time passes. Shapes and colours become accentuated and emphasised with every step by the smallest of margins. Even still, the flashes of white occasionally burst through the portraits before being reclaimed by colour and forms. Eventually, sounds and motions begin to seep into the reality of these thoughts. Dulled, blunted, negligibly existing, on the verge of being plunged into the white for good. Almost unrecognisably, these features too would begin to gain a new vibrancy, an imperceptible growth, but a present one.
Crunch…Crunch...Crunch…
Step by step, without regard for however long it would take, this pilgrimage would come to an end.

 

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100 years was a long time to sit around and do basically nothing as Izeel continued his seemingly endless research on the blood Alfa had acquired for Max. Naturally Alfa did his best to stave off his boredom, typically by hunting down adjucha and gillian out in the desert or the forest of menos, but most often being forced to stay close to Las Noches due to his sisters refusal to stray too far from the castle. Honestly if it wasn’t for his sister Mudo, Alfa probably would have already left regardless of the potential dangers abandonment might have wrought on them. Sure, Izeel had on occasion required Alfa and Mudo’s assistance to acquire certain things for his many experiments, but most of those missions were short lived and not very frequent, instead leaving Alfa to entertain himself through his many hunts when his assistance wasn’t necessary.
Well, there were a few other scattered incidents which drew Alfa & Mudos collective attention. Though an Arrancar under lord Max’s rule, the duo were neither Espada nor Fraccion, instead seating themselves as Las Noches’s Exequias. As their metaphorical seat demanded, they were the guard dogs and executioners of the castle, and so would take the life of any intruder that dared to enter unannounced or any that Max or the Espada didn’t wanna sully their hands with. These few aforementioned scattered events were of such occasions, though typically of Adjucha getting bold in thinking that Las Noches has been slipping since Vincent's demise. A thought that Alfa & Mudo very eagerly correct. And with a sudden series of loud rumbling crashes, sounding like something or someone breaking through several doors or walls, it seemed today would be another one of those days.
Alfa himself was hanging from one of the many archways that dotted several of the hallways that lead to the main room where the Espada met, performing some upside down crunches to keep himself active and his mind busy. Mudo on the other hand, though not too far off, was laying down atop a separate archway only a few away from her brother, her back against the wall as she tried dozing off. That was until that loud crashing echoed throughout the many hallways, causing both of the siblings to snap into full alert mode. While Alfa was in motion almost instantly, dashing over to Mudo and scooping her up in his arms before she had time to react. Caught off guard by her brother picking her up in his arms, not exactly she just allows anyone, let alone her brother,to do on a whim. She had considered either verbally abusing him or physically making him bleed, but under the circumstances of Alfa simply responding to one of the few actual duties he has around the castle… this time she would let him pass, assuming it was not a waste of her time.
Held in his arms for only a few brief moments before her brother made all haste to respond to the potential break-in, Mudo merged with her brother so as not to slow him down, now sharing the same space and body as him. Once completed, a process that took only a few seconds, Alfa quickly bolted into action, stepping off the archway his sister had been resting on with enough force to crack the living stonework beneath his feet. With Alfa directing all of his senses to finding the culprit while still managing to keep his steps so quiet that only the most honed senses would be able to hear him coming, his sister was focusing nearly all of her attention on suppressing their Reiryoku to a degree that even the Espada or Max himself would find difficulty in detecting, the combination of which is what made them such a sufficient hunter in their past.
Nearing the location, Alfa slowed his pace down, still moving with haste but more focusing on the silence of his steps so as to sneak up on his potential prey without them ever even noticing that they were being tailed. Once at the initial source of the commotion, a bust up wall already in the process of repairing itself followed by several others making a fairly straight forward path as to the direction the target was headed, Alfa just began following the path they had made. This person obviously wasn’t worried about going unnoticed, or they knew the walls would repair themselves; either way it made their job almost a little too easy, and it wouldn't be long before the duo found the room their target was located in.
A room that's doors have been closed for the last 100 years, now open and with someone obviously inside not worried at all about the noise they were making, did this person live here? The scent of their spiritual pressure wasn’t familiar so it was unlikely.. Or perhaps someone new? Turning in to look at the culprit, they found this blue-haired man throwing pillows outside over the balcony and to the sands below, wearing the Arrancar uniform and had a zanpakuto no-less. That meant he almost certainly was a part of Las Noches and worked for Max, so shouldn’t be an immediate threat, but still wise to keep his guard up with any Arrancar. Giving up on his stealth and simply walking forward a few steps to be in plain sight, Alfa spoke up and made sure to meet the man's gaze.
”I’m sorry, you don’t look familiar. Who are you and why are you here?”