[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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(~indicates mental conversation~)
(“indicates verbal conversation”)
Paying little attention to the words of the associate that stood next to them, Alfa and Mudo were more focused on Helliodoro’s approach and the rushing wave of power that was heading their way, originating from where that red star had landed in the far distance. The shockwave alone caused from the far off Kasius’s initial evolution was enough to threaten the very foundation of Las Noches and those who resided within it, causing the building itself to tremble long before the shockwave ever hit them. But just as Alfa had started to move in an attempt to get away from the imminent desolation a 3rd wave of spiritual power roared to life, and soon after, an array of golden light began to encapsulate the entirety of their home. Lord Maximiliano had been that 3rd spiritual pressure, and the light, Caja Negación created by hundreds of Menos in response to their Godkings will, protecting his Castle.
Only seconds later, another layer of protection erupted to life, a massive Garganta that stretched the entirety of Las Noches and then some. Still the largest Garganta they had ever seen themselves, it seemed that whoever ripped open the tunnel between realms, did so a little too late, as the Caja Negación had already rendered Las Noches untouchable from the threat that was now slamming against the golden wall.
”YOU AGGRANDIZING HORSE COME ON OUT, WE’VE GOT A TRIP TO MAKE!!!”
A trip indeed. While it was Alfa & Mudo’s job to deal with intruders and the like, this thing was not something that they themselves could put down. No, neither Mudo or Alfa were sure if any of the Espada could handle this thing themselves, even despite their boastfulness. That is why they breathed a quiet sigh of relief as they felt the presence of their Godking descend upon them, turning to face the pale skinned king who was cloaked in a thin but concentrated violet aura of spiritual power, slowly making his way past the twins and Grimaldi.
”Primo! Bring me some Caja Negación, and be quick about it!”
”The rest of you do as you please, just don’t get in our way.”
Alfa was unsure who Max was speaking to at first, but it wasn’t until he had spoken up and told he and Grimaldi do whatever but stay out of the way that he realized he hadn’t been asking them to bring him the Caja Negación, instead asking a small little purple thing to acquire it for him.
”Caja Negación? Caja Negación! So, it’s that kind of day eh?! I’ll stick around Las Noches make sure its safe Jefe(boss).”
It seemed the easily excitable Grimaldi had put two and two together fast enough, a fact that Alfa himself hadn’t picked up on yet but his sister Mudo had pieced together almost as soon as Max gave the orders. Nevertheless, it seemed Max fully intended to take Helliodoro to the source of that far off explosion of Reiatsu, and Grim was about to head off and.. Probably break some more walls.
Alfa and Mudo however took their leave with a light bow behind the great Godkings back, one he almost certainly couldn’t see and probably wouldn’t even know, but a bow of respect nonetheless. Only after, did he vanish from his position, making his way to one of the highest points in all of Las Noches, he and his sister finally separating from one another, Mudo laying down as if ready to take a nap, and Alfa pacing back and forth atop the massive tower to excited to sit still.
”Well that was--”
”--FUCKING AWESOME! Did you feel that power!?!

 

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From the adrenaline and pure instinct to conserve his own life against the impending doom, Galia called out a simple word, in which raised his Reiatsu level and healed him instantly, giving him time to escape the fate in which the blast had tried to set his death in stone. His last hope, resurrection. In this form Glalia would be faster, allowing him time to escape the blast like he so desired, but there will be scars left behind in this battle.
"Soldar!"

Mid-blast Galia unleashes every bit of his Reiatsu as quickly as he could, as his resurrection did what it could to heal most of his body, he quickly opened a Garganta to below the forest of Menos, and sealed it before more heat from the blast and glass came through. He sealed it so quickly, he left his legs down to his knees behind. He slowly breathes in and out, his eyes wide and adrenaline running high from the pain. He unleashed his own Vagido while beneath the forest floor now. As he did so only one name ran across his head, in a feel of pure hate and anger toward this person. If she hadn't fed that… thing to that creature, he wouldn't… no, Hueco Mundo itself wouldn't be in any of this mess.
"ELLIORRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He was beyond angry, but had little time to do anything about it. Hollows must have felt his temporary weakness, and they all came out of the forest all at once thinking they could take the injured arrancar on and eat him for his power. They would regret this poor life choice, when they scoured the ground looking for the blood they smelled. He turned them all into skewered meat.
"HYRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"
Still in his resurrection, the spiked beast sent thousands of more spikes out of the ground and on his body out toward the drones of low level Hollow down there, and impaled every one. He drew their bodies near and sucked them under the sands like a antlion pinches it's prey and sucks the carcass under. He started gorging himself on all of the bodies. More power… he needed more power so he could exact his revenge on that…. THAT INFERNAL WOMAN! Had she no regard for her own followers at all? Why would anyone want to follow her?! He hid under the ground in his broken, bloodied state. How could it come to this? What was all that training and eating for? Why does everyone else get all the power boosts and shit? It was time he got some too!
"Tsk…"
He had nothing else to do but bide his time, and heal his wounds, it was unfortunate that included the loss of his legs. He goes back to Las Noches like this; someone is bound to just pick him off. He couldn't let that happen. No, not yet. In his resurrection the man centered his reiatsu into his now gone legs, and from the stumps erupted two boney spikes. It would seal his bleeding for the time being, and give him something to walk on, not that he needed to since he kept himself in walls all the time. He angrily ate his new stockpile.

 

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Free Roam
"I'm not sure this is typical... In any case, I can aid you in sparing yourself from the cold."
Santana observes closely to Yandiel’s response to seeing him bared to the outside world in this new form. The gentle glint of something to his side catches his eye, and he picks it up out of the sand, admiring the blade in which the white sands of Hueco Mundo fall from. With it in hand, he follows close to Yandiel, his steps hesitant due to just having been transformed. Glancing down at the insect’s offering of his hand and he shakes it off.
“I’m alright.”
As they stepped through the garganta created by the God-King, Santana turned his head back and forth, observing the area in which they stepped into. Las Noches was… crumbling from the multiple pressures that shook the very palace they entered upon, and Santana was quite unimpressed. Many things were happening all at once, and while it was overwhelming, Santana strongly considered going back to the Forest of Menos to return back to solitude and away from this chaos.
“Oh great it looks like he grabbed this one fresh out of the wild. Here put this on, for now, don’t bother returning it, I'll just burn it right after.”
The group comes to face several individuals, and in an instant, Santana was thrown a white coat and he had half a mind to cut it in half, but considering his situation, he put on the garment and buttoned it down until it covered his lower half. It was a bit tight, and after everything ended, he would have to put in a request for some clothes that would actually fit the beast-turned-man.
The deep bellows of a horned monster echoes and shakes the walls even further, but Santana is silently observing, standing behind Yandiel and their towering God-King with a stoic look painted on his porcelain face. Clearly there was something that desired the attention of the God-King as he turns and addresses them with:
“The rest of you do as you please, just don’t get in our way.”
“Loud and clear.”
Santana speaks rather shortly and with his weapon in hand turns around to come face to face with a blue-haired individual that invaded his space and it earned a sharp exhale from the man. “Yandiel, Who is your new friend?” But as quickly as he had asked, his attention was turned elsewhere and once more, Santana was left speechless. Truly this was chaotic, and the people even more. That blue-haired mutt had gone somewhere, leaving the group to do whatever it was that... they did.
The Arrancar exhales through his nose and turns to Yandiel, raising a brow and shaking his head. Turning away from him, Santana takes it upon himself to begin roaming the crumbling palace in his free time. What was happening in the far distance was none of his business. A mere newborn compared to these other folks, whatever was happening could be brushed off. He was as far away from the damage as could possibly be, and eventually got lost.
“...Maybe I should have asked for some clothes that actually fit me.”

 

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[ Ticking Bomb ]
The trio arrived within the fortress only to be greeted by a state of utter chaos. The air overflowing with Reiatsu to the point that it was almost all that could be felt. One specifically stood out as it was from some new source, clashing against the other lights with the intent to subjugate and consume. That state of indiscriminate destruction shook Hueco Mundo to its very core. Yandiel's gaze alternated between those already within his company, to that of the scientist that frantically worked about to attempt to mitigate the damage that could be laid upon the God King's home. Santana had not been the only one to have evolved recently... and whoever this new entity would be... they were certainly a monster.
Although the tension was palpable, Yandiel remained neutral in his expression. The realm of the Hollows was always one of sheer disorder but this day was surely a new breed of mayhem. His mind rolled over the sensations present for him, almost trancing out as a result. Was this new entity going to be at odds with the denizens of Las Noches after its complete formation? Was it to be a new weapon for the God-King? Or just another leviathan that would wander the sands? Regardless of the answer, he knew that they would be one to watch closely.
As if the circumstance outside the walls and the frantic maneuvering of Izeel weren't enough, soon a booming voice would echo through the halls. For Yandiel, that exclamation couldn't possibly be anything other than annoying, but it instead brought excitement to the equine ruler. Though that was short-lived, shifting to that of intent for action. After preparing for his personal involvement Max gave but one command.
”The rest of you do as you please, just don’t get in our way.”
The insectoid Arrancar simply nodded in acknowledgment while his new companion gave a verbal affirmation. The offer to avoid the mess that stormed outside was welcomed by him. He'd have not objected if given the directive to engage but was relieved that it wasn't his immediate problem. The approach of another acquaintance came coupled with an inquiry of ”Yandiel, Who is your new friend?"
"Santana."
He spoke simply and exclusively within the mind of the excitable individual's mind. Responding to the follow-up with a nod just as he did to the King's order. It need not be said that he'd work to protect the fortress, even if it would be simply to defend his own interests. Yandiel then exchanged a look with the stag at his side, one that ended with the deer wandering off further into the palace. His feet almost trailed behind but instead directed their path for Izeel.
"So what now, Scientist?"
His projected thoughts carried a sense of curiosity but also one of partial judgment. His efforts alongside the activation of Negación by Max ensured the preservation of Las Noches, but Yandiel wondered if there was any lingering threat to the structural integrity of the base. If it had not been for the absolute barrier, Izeel's efforts would have likely been in vain. He wanted to know more about the castle but also had another objective in mind.

 

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”YOU AGGRANDIZING HORSE COME ON OUT, WE’VE GOT A TRIP TO MAKE!!!
In the moment these words left his mask hidden lips, Helliodoro became deeply confused. To this Vasto Lorde, there had been ‘companions’ and ‘allies’ in the past, sure, but they never lasted. Either by their own efforts or by Helliodoro’s efforts, they would be left without even a speck of ash to remind the world of their existence. It was the dull mind of the hollow that drove others to betrayal and eventually to their demise. In the past century, Helliodoro had been effectively senseless, the already malfunctioning mind of the idiot was defunct, no memories nor thoughts ran through the brain. Still, the body moved and acted, on what? He might never know but if he stands now, something had to happen.
Perhaps his confusion derived from the possibility that his ‘ally’ would not fade away, they are stronger than all those who came before. Perhaps it was the rush of an old sensation that filled the mind of this dullard. He didn’t attempt to wrap his mind around why he is confused, he simply is and accepts it as such without a second thought. Eventually, the confusion would be washed away as the God-King speaks to the star.
”You were faster than me the last time we met, I assume that is still true? You may arrive there before me just try not to die before we’ve had our rematch. Hmmm, also, I never did get your name all those years ago.”
Those words flow and as they do, it’s as if the two horned Arrancar’s ears selectively. ”You were faster than me last time we met, I assume that is still true?” Of course he was, of course he IS! ”Hmmm, also, I never did get your name all those years ago.” Ah of course, of course he would want to know the name of someone so glorious as Helliodoro. Staring down Maximiliano, the expression on Helliodoro’s face, while half hidden away by the bone that forms a mask, there is a clear glint of pride and joy in his eyes as he speaks. Boldly and as Loud as he can without screaming his lungs out.
Helliodoro! That’s my name!
That is all he has to say, it never occurs to him that he lacks any knowledge of the horse’s name. With that, he is done in Las Noches, just as he had previously said, they had a trip to make and as per usual, the obvious monstrosity beyond the spans of the deserts held not a shred of threat in the mind of this Vasto Lorde, simply another attraction to hunt down. Around them, the walls of Las Noches had recovered what they could in this small span of time and before Helliodoro, in the direct line between himself and the far off Kassius, is a wall, or rather, was. It was only after Maximilians departure that Helliodoro starts his own journey and without a shred of regard for both the structure he stood upon and those in his vicinity, a light once thought lost to Hueco Mundo flashes once more.

For but a moment, maybe half a second or so, Helliodoro unleashes a fraction of his Reiatsu unto the area surrounding Las Noches. Blinding. Not unlike the crimson hue that covered the skies with the arrival of Kassius’ new form, the skies flash white, the night skies momentarily taking on the day time they are so deprived of. Both the impossible heat and intense light that exudes from the star rob anyone of who looks on of their sight. The eyes in their sockets are either reduced beyond ashes and those who manage to resist this heat, instead have the inner workings of their eyes carbonize to a crisp. Incinerating. In that moment of intensity, the walls and floors that had attempted to regenerate, are once again reset to zero. Those who fail to protect themselves are left to the same fate as the fortress surrounding them. In their recovery of their sight, should they be able to, the Arrancar would find the area vacated of the star. The celestial Arrancar is physically far beyond Las Noches, but never out of sight as he lights the skies as he is destined to.
From the moment of his departure to the moment of his arrival, there is very little that runs through the Arrancar’s head and even then, what he perceives as his thoughts are simply reactions to his elevated emotions, the purest of exhilaration, preparing him from the clash to come. Nevertheless, he shouts out to himself what his body and mind feel.
”COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME TO ME LITTLE ONE!!!”
The God-King was correct to assume that Helliodoro retained his absurd velocity from before his evolution. Far above the sands below, the star darts at speeds beyond that of any Sonido. Through his travel, there are no physical traces of Helliodoro left, but there is evidence of his passing. As the star makes his journey over but a couple of seconds, there is no sonic boom to be heard but in its stead the sound of space collapsing and distorting around the shooting star booms throughout Las Noches. Helliodoro is no tactical genius. Helliodoro is no trained warrior. He is a beast, born from and for bloodshed. As is to be expected of Helliodoro, his approach towards this newcomer bears no strategy or even an attempt at such a thing. It is quite literally a headlong frontal assault. As is his nature, Helliodoro is the antithesis of stealth. He is to be seen. His convergence towards Kassius is a spectacle as the blinding light rages through the skies. Despite this, the chances that the monstrous freshborn Arrancar manages to react to the initial assault of the star are bleak.
Finally the moment of contact breaches the horizon. It is quite literally a head to head impact as Helliodoro launches his forehead directly towards Kassius’s face as directly as possible. With the near impossible speed backing this motion, Helliodoro acts less as a club and instead as a bullet. The initial impact alone sends a shock through the vast expanse of Hueco Mundo’s desert, the ground beneath the two Vasto Lorde turned Arrancar creaks and groans before buckling and shattering beneath the two beings to form yet another scar in the lands. Jagged pillars of rock jut outward into the skies and a plume of ivory sands expands outward from the crater, eventually coming back down like the fallout of a bomb.
As previously stated, Helliodoro would act as a bullet in this moment. Following the initial impact his body is propelled behind the body of Kassius and directly into the sands below where he would collide like a meteor only further damaging the surroundings as he neglects to correct his flight path and opts instead to eat dirt for the time being. Helliodoro is an idiot, that much is certain but he is not foolish enough to simply ignore the opponent before him. Living within that secondary impact of his for no time at all, he shoots back up, being propelled to his feet as a collective of meticulously refined jets of stark white Reiatsu pulse on and off to bring the Arrancar to his feet, staring directly at the back of this immense beast before him. As Helliodoro stares down the opposing force, waiting, the soles of his feet begin to sink into the sands as the pearly white grains vanish rapidly in contact with this Arrancar.
”Solutions, Pequeñin!”
To Helliodoro’s knowledge and ignorance, there were no others to hear his ’eloquent’ language, other than the headless brute of course. Still, he remains proud of his greeting.