[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Watchful Eye of God
The dust settles from Helliodoro’s impact with the creature and as it does Max bears witness to a strange sight. The Blazing Star of Hueco Mundo was caught, not by hands or a barrier but by this new Arrancar’s mouth. This was a shock to be sure, one that Max let plays out, Helliodoro is strong, he does not need help or aid surely. The heat from his temporary ally burns the head of the newcomer down to the bone, however, another bizarre thing takes place and he begins to regenerate from this. Max crosses his arms, more amazed by the regenerative abilities rather than surprised. Is this how two of his Espada fell to this thing? Because of its ability to heal? Yes, it, Max does not see this thing as a man, it is a monster more than anything else, but not a monster to be feared for any reason.
Helliodoro struggles to set himself free, turning up his heat even more to escape the jaws of the beast he finds himself in. The God-King’s Reiatsu continues to spiral around him, this pressure that feels otherworldly that can be mistaken for something else entirely, given the fact it did not react to such a feeling means it cannot sense it. Blinded by bloodlust, rage and ignorance is this beast and while blinded it shall fall into oblivion. Helliodoro seemingly frees himself, his condition is not of Max’s concern as he uncrosses his arms, ready for his turn against the monster. He begins a slow pace towards Kassius, a name he does not know yet, when something is shot at him, he never has a chance to see what it is, nor does he care as his spiraling Reiatsu throws it off course and has it fly out to the Hueco Mundo horizon. Anything else that is thrown at the God is also redirected away like an orbital slingshot. Sand spirals at his feet with every step, any glass that remains returns to its original and TRUE state before the stride of its god. Any words spoken to him fall on deaf ears.
Maximiliano can sense Kassius hurdling at him still as his body shifts to throw a punch of his own with his right fist. The muscles of the God-King are not for show, with his bare hands and grip alone he can pluck muscle from bone with ease, punching a head from the shoulders is but a trivial feat for this man. This is without aid of his innate ability to use Spirals as this gargantuan strength increases even further beyond his vast physical limit. Pair this with his Hierro which is nigh indestructible he becomes an immovable object that moves like an unstoppable force, fitting for a God. His spiral power forms at his feet and at his left hand, all of it congregating towards his right fist at the moment of impact. The God King takes note of the muscle fibers around the monster, the Reiatsu flowing through them has been noted as he releases countermeasures for those as well, his spiralling Reiatsu breaking up into smaller whirlpools of Reiatsu that spin and float around him. If not for his innate ability there would be no way for his Reiatsu to do this on its own.
Such strength and power would push in and crush the arm of Kassius, but this is not all Max seeks to do, no he has watched and observed, bore witness to the regenerative capabilities of the beast. This is not a foe he can tourture with strike after strike, no, every hit must have killing intent. Everytime that Max and Kassius will clash the abomination would metaphorically be killed by every strike offered up to him by the God King. However, where will Max gain more strength? Where will he pull it from?
Spiraling Destruction
Kassius has no clue that he is about to offer up his strength to his god as tribute to his own defeat. With Redirección de Hélice (Lit. Helix Redirection) the kinetic energy of this physical blow flows through the spiraling power of Max, some being redirected into the ground at his feet which causes an explosion of sand. The rest is redirected back into Maximiliano’s fist which overtakes Kassius’ punch, the arm is not only crushed but it is spiraled out and utterly destroyed, reduced to atoms. Max follows through with the punch allowing it to carry him some distance away from Kassius as the result of this attack will have taken his arm, part of his torso and a quarter of his face. It was Kassius who would be the one turning into red mist. If not for his regeneration ability he would be dead. Max opens and closes his hand, pleased with the strength of this monster. One should not take this as the God-King being distracted, among all Arrancar he is the only one who continues to behave as a Hollow, hunting, killing and eating, rarely does he sit idle in Las Noches for long. His guard is always up, always ready for the next attack and given how fast Kassius regenerated from the flames he expects the beast to be upon him soon.
”How many times do I have to say it, to you idiot Hollows?
Max turns around to face Kassius who he anticipates being right in his face or charging him by the time he turns around. The palm of his right hand dripping with blood somehow.
”Your regeneration doesn’t mean shit to me.”

 

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One Hundred Years, one hundred years and the only thing that changed in her life was the place she would call home. Other than that she would continue to live the way she had normally often going out in Hueco Mundo to hunt for groups of hollows, often whittling them down till there was one who was the strongest before devouring them. Though she would return to Las Noches after several hunts, both to rest for a day and then to hone her skills. Her room doubled as her training area, but it was not enough for her to advance in her skills, she felt like she had platoughed in her abilities. The thought of which plagued her mind, one that was going to drive her crazy had she not found away to break through her limitations. Yet for the majority of her day she had sat in her room, both on how to overcome her limits and test out some new material to bolster her hierro.

Emilia sat upon a chair with her holding several metallic ball bearings in her hand, each one made of a different metal. Her eyes studying the surface of each one, the colour the texture, the feel of each one throwing one up while swiftly rotating the others in her, only to toss another up while catching the falling one. She continued this for quite some time before finally tossing all but one; the one she held was one made of pure tungsten, again she stared at its surface before absorbing it into her hand. While she was used to the weight and feel of steel coating her body, the feeling of tungsten felt off; the movement of her hand and fingers felt off, sluggish and unresponsive, something like this would require some training, and not run the risk of trial by fire, least not in las Noches.
For quite some time Emilia had been repeating this process, ignoring everything that had happened outside her room. The ball bearings she had tossed would be brought back to her by the room itself and set upon a table. Her thoughts harked back to her platoughing she needed to do something drastic, the soul kings’ blood was interesting prospect, but was unsure if she’d fare any better than Elliora. her next best option was to devour an Arrancar; a thought she hadn’t entertained since she was but a young hollow. She had the capability, and hadn’t gone up an arrancar ever since she turned into one; even during the first meeting of the arrancars she didn’t bother to fight, opting to watch instead of joining the frenzy. A sigh had come out from her as she absorbed another ball bearing this time titanium, it was a different for sure, but not as heavy and felt more responsive, and again turn it back into its original form before setting it down. An arrancar must killed and devoured by her hands, to this she would lift herself up and off the chair, moving herself to grip onto her zanpakutō and finally moving herself out from her room and towards a direction with some faint reiatsu signatures.

 

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Traveling to Las Noches; Laboratories
Rumbling could be felt rupturing the very stature of Las Noches as it currently stood. A historical battle taking place along the dunes of their front doorstep. A historical day period as it marked the birth of a new entity and colossus of power within the black and white dimension. His mettle soon to be tested by another proven commodity, the real ruler of Hueco Mundo, The King of the Spiral, Maximilliano. Abraam' entrance into the laboratory was seamless as his descorrer allowed him easy passage through dimensions, worlds, and even small distances. His mastery of it seemed to be similar to his great mastery of Sonìdo, apparently just as quickly as he had left the Forest of Menos. Actively, he looked to surpass Elliora's own Sonìdo for the last One Hundred Years but alas never got the chance to show her how truly fast he had become in their time apart. He still felt a lack of her presence, he still very much searched for her signature as he moved through the laboratory taking note of any and all equipment and devices. He understood there dwelled an Arrancar within Las Noches who claimed to be smart, smarter than Abraam they would have to see. However, based on the technology and research being performed it would appear that Izeel very much had an interest in the unknown. Golden globes wavering around the room searching for life, he entered in on Reishi platforms so as not to arouse any alarms or suspicious surprises. He came across multiple large screens, obviously used for surveillance of every square inch surrounding Las Noches. Similarly, on the screens to the far left he saw the epic battle outside take place in real time conjuction with the thudding, shaking and aftermath of every blow sustained. He watched closely as this monster possessed real raw spiritual energy, searching for a weakness, a proverbial chink in the armor.
It would also appear as if a presence had returned to this den of knowledge. Not a single signature he was able to differentiate nor remember whom it belonged. Meaning he hadn't come across these entities before, or at least, not in this form of Hollow. His attention would be returned to the images of battle taking place along the outer walls. Ignoring the presence of any who would walk in. He patiently waited for…something to happen. He wasn't sure what, but he would know once it took place. He was a strange Arrancar in this way.

 

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CRAAAAACK

The sound which echoes throughout the valley, above the thunderous collision and shattering of glass, is that of Kassius’ teeth crushing through Helliordoro’s skull, like a walnut in a nutcracker. Not a simple bite pressed against flesh, easily slipped away from by the removal of the scalp, Kasisus’s teeth had already crushed through Helliodoro’s cranium. A heart-beat’s length of time later, as Kassius’ teeth meet the Arrancar's brain, Hellidoro’s self preservation instinct kicks in, overriding his simple-mindedness. For only the smallest fraction of a second the fire that consumes the duo is turned into a cyclone of reiatsu. The mindless Arrancar had depended on this primal release of energy to eviscerate weaker opponents, however, should the creature have had any real brain, he would know from his experience fighting two Godkings that a tactic such as this was utterly futile. The white tendrils that work to reform Kasisus’ face had already adjusted to withstand Hellidoro’s heat, not simply recover from it. Already structured in this way, they serve once again to protect the Cero Espada’s skull, as it takes the entire fraction of a second for the tentacles to burn away into ash. Again, they immediately regrow, having now become accustomed to the increased intensity of the Arrancar’s Tertiary Skin. With this happening so instantaneously, it would be impossible for those observing to witness Kassius’ regeneration, instead causing him to appear immune to the heat, as though possessing some mighty hierro.
Heliodoro was the fastest indeed, as within the time it takes for Kassius to simply snap his jaws shut the Arrancar was apparently capable of both launching the offensive flame and attempting a retreat, showing a higher cognitive processing power than previously displayed. All of this, everything that is happening, is lost on Kassius, who has no time to think or care, being utterly dedicated to the simple and quick action of biting down once. Fortunately, the echoing crack that preluded both of Helliodoro’s escape attempts was not simply a dramatic sound of force, but the thunderous shattering of bone. The Arrancar’s flesh, even with the strength of his hierro, was no match for the sheer crushing force of Kasisus’ bite, and thus his skin would not work as an armor against the man’s teeth, nor work as a focal point that could be taken away like a cloth ripped from a table. As Helliodoro once again utilizes the power of his solar prolusion, Kassius would have nearly cleaved through the entirety of the man’s skull and brain. Just as his teeth are about to come into contact with one another Helliodoro lurches back. His propulsion would serve only to further rip out chunks of his brain matter, having prevented Kassius from making a clean severance. Instead of a clean and civilized bite, it now became more like a ravenous animal ripping a chunk of meat from bone. Whereas before the cut would have been clean, only serving to lobotomize the upper portion of the Arrancar’s brain, now the damage would be amplified. If Helliodoro was not dead, then he was surely comatosed, incapacitated into a vegetative state, and unable to regenerate the most important of the major organs.
Further, the speed of Helliodoro’s backwards propulsion would not serve him well in escaping. Kassius had already anticipated catching the creature’s limp body. His own body had already reinforced itself against the force of Helliodoro’s speed, and was able to effortlessly brace against his impact. The same is now true in reverse, as the creature’s limp body goes flying backwards through the air, Kassius simply releases the built up tension he acquired in capturing Hellidoro. His arm lurches out, the fibers of muscle acting like uncoiled springs, as his hand grabs the Arrancar by his severed head. The momentum of the Arrancar’s body is instantly halted, incapable of pulling the previously-rooted Kassius from his braced position. He allows the rest of Helliodoro’s limp body to crash against the sand, holding the Arrancar’s husk like the disposable sack of meat it is.
Crunch Crunch Crunch
Kassius chews away at the flesh, brain, skull, and hair mooshing together in his mouth. With the action appearing to have reached its end, Kassius is attempting to eat his boredom away. It is only as he swallows his chunk of Helliodoro that he notices a golden light engulf him, trailing off to his side. Following this, his head turns to lock eyes with Maximiliano, marking a significant period in history, where the Cero Espada first meets the Godking. It seemed that the Godking was pleasantly surprised by something about Kassius, that his thoughts were focused not on the monster in front of him, but something else entirely. Not one to let thought overtake violence, Kassius immediately spits a piece of white bone the moment he registers the new victim. This bone, seemingly a piece of Helliodoro’s skull, flies at the Godking with a velocity comparable to Helliodoro itself. Appearing to not falter against the destructive spiralling energy of Max’s reiatsu, it would fly for him like a bullet. However, this chunk of bone spirals around the Godking, having its momentum further increased as it is launched into the air and disappears on the horizon. Not even a moment later an explosive orb of pure red Reiatsu erupts in the distance where the chunk was flung, before quickly dying off. As this occurs Kassius cannot help but laugh, globs of red and white spewing into the air as he bellows.
“BAHAHA WHAT A WEAK ATTACK!”
He roars at the Godking, as his freehand hurls the husk of Helliodoro at him. What remains of the Arrancar serves true to its purpose, as his body is thrown with such force that it ignites. Meant to impact the GodKing like that of a meteorite, or shooting star, Helliodoro’s body would instead similarly be launched, blasted off into the distance and disappearing with a sparkle of light. However, both of these assaults had been inconsequential, meant only to serve as a distractions. In truth, Kassius was not so clever as to preplan the assault, choosing only to spit and fling shit at the new opponent like an overzealous ape.
The true assault would follow, as the muscular fibers of bone that have remained tensed until this point, finally release themselves, launching Kassius directly towards Max like a freight train, fist extended and clenched for impact. As Kassius flies through the air, he anticipates the result of this barrage with glee, imagining the pasty man’s body exploding into a red mist. A true attack, unlike the paltry little light that the naked man had just tried to use on him.
“I DON’T EVEN FEEL ANYTHING JACKASS!”

Bloodfrenzy

As he flies towards the Godking, he is unaware that his next victim is the most powerful creature on this plane of existence. If he had known this, the excitement that would pulse through Kassius would render him a true threat to Hueco Mundo, rather than his current state of a bored brute absentmindedly swatting away flies. What Kassius does see is blaring confidence in the eyes of this naked man, a self-assuredness that would serve only to sweeten the sensation of brutalizing him. The pasty-grey arrancar readies a punch of his own, causing Kassius’ eyes to widen in ecstasy, in his delusions of self-grandeur, the Godking believes his natural strength would be able to equal if not surpass Kassius’. To put it simply, there is not a soul living or dead who can surpass the Cero Espada in feats of physical strength, especially when it is enhanced by the power of his resurreccion, as it is now. Still, the Godking does not appear completely senseless, choosing to enhance his own strength with the power of his aspect. Though Kassius cannot see the reiatsu that spirals around him, he can feel on a primal level the increase in power that his next victim has just undertaken. None of his victims until this moment have provided Kassius with this much excitement. The crazy bird bitch and the flaming idiot had piqued Kassius’ interest with the braziness of their charges, but Kassius had only responded to the attacks in kind, not yet initiating his own assault. Now however, his victim not only sees impending death charging at him, but is foolish enough to match it.
Should Max have tried to meet Kassius’ punch with one of his own, even with his natural strength, even with his spiralling reiatsu enhancing him, the man would be but a bloody mist in the air and chunks of red in his precious white sand. Kassius was not some wannabe king, some manic witch, or idiot fireball. He would not be so easily suppressed as all the other subjects Max had subdued. The Godking had now met two Vasto Lorde, the first far surpassing him in speed, and the second, the beast that charges forward, now surpassing him in strength.
However, what Kassius could not possibly have accounted for, and what would inevitably spare Hueco Mundo from losing a second Godking to yet another brazen charge committed in foolish arrogance, was the power of Maximiliano’s Redirección de Hélice (Lit. Helix Redirection). With this power, Max was seemingly able to redirect the force of Kassius’ superior strength, immediately turning his handicap into the upper hand. This combined with the destructive properties of his spiralling Reiatsu, allows the Godking to overtake Kassius’ punch, causing yet another explosion of sand, as the Cero Espada’s arm twists and unwinds, spiralling out until it is reduced to nothing. This is as of now, the greatest amount of damage a victim has been able to impose upon Kassius, utterly decimating the upper left quarter of his body. The force of this blow causes the Godking to follow through with the momentum, attempting to pass by Kassius’ side. Unaccustomed to such true physical strength, the Godking foolishly allows his fist to drag his body along. He fully expects that this would be a fatal-enough blow to hinder Kassius, mentally preparing himself to finish his movement, turn, and face another assault from the monster. It is obvious now that, like the Cero Espada, the Godking has never faced an opponent capable of causing him harm. He has only ever fought benign and simple-minded prey, never having experienced a real predator, a true force of destruction. The hollows that the Godking had grown accustomed to dealing with fought only with the mentality of striking, retaliating, and striking again. They fought head on, taking turns, waiting for their opponents to respond with only a single plan of action at a time. They were children playing games, and for over a hundred years now their inherent weakness had allowed the Godking to grow complacent. Max would never get the chance to come up with his clever little remark. No, he would never get the chance to pass by Kassius at all.
The moment that the Godking allowed his body to come into parallel proximity to Kassius’ own destroyed form, he would find all of his movement halted. His momentum would be completely stopped, despite the force of the punch that was carrying him. For in this literal instant, Kassius' body had reformed. Not simply regenerated, the arm, chest, and head had seemingly manifested out of thin air, the rate of their regeneration having adapted to surpass Helliodoro’s, who already surpassed the Godking in speed. Further, after being exposed to both the spiralling and destructive force that Max possesses, the muscle fibers of Kassius’ body have increasingly developed. While Max’s reiatsu creates whirlpools of spiritual power that would otherwise absorb Kassius’ own, the Cero Espada simply continues to release even more reiatsu, filling these pools and causing them to enter a stalemate. While the destructive aspects of the Godking's Reiatsu would equally be negated by the rate at which Kassius now heals, his flesh regenerating just as quickly as it is destroyed. Further, having now been damaged by his own strength, Kassius’ body has increased its density and resistance to brute force, allowing him to withstand a blow of equal power to his initial attack, an attack that was strong enough to evaporate the Godking. The result would be Kassius’ arm, composed of thousands of bone-tendrils, restructuring itself through Max’s own body. It was as though the Brute had turned intangible, allowed Max to pass through, and then turned tangible once again. Fusing their two bodies together on a molecular level. The Godking would become fully immersed, with only his face, legs, and right arm exposed from the creature’s flesh. He would be unable to feel his torso or right arm, instead receiving only a tingling and numb sensation from those areas. Kassius in turn, appears to have only grown in size as well as strength, His height increasing to ten feet, as the tendrils that coat his arm turn to thick stumps of pure muscle. His guillotine jaw unhinges, as his single black beady eye turns to lock with those of his victim’s.
“GAHAHAHA, MY TURN NOW LITTLE MAN!”

 

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Hair, skin, bone, grey matter. All of it is mashed in the jaws of a creature that now challenges the God-king so frivolously. They may trade blow for blow for however long the two can stand, or one will stand above the other in a decisive split second moment. The start of a new era? Or perhaps the reinforcement of the current rule? In this moment, Hueco Mundo and possibly all of reality's fate rests on the single encounter. With but a single spectator.
Laying in the sands is what can only be presumed to be a deceased Arrancar. Helliodoro Lays there with the top of his cranium cracked open like a boiled egg. What contents remain within have suffered the same fate as his skull, a portion bitten out of it. Still, this Hollow is restless, at least internally and spiritually.
Beyond the scope of what Kassius is capable of witnessing, the energy within Helliodoro continues to writhe and shift, never in any direction too far. Always corrected subconsciously. What remains of the already dull brain acts on its own accord. Keeping the balances that are necessary.
As for the single spectator to this conflict, that too is Helliodoro who's eyes trace and follow the motions of each Combatant. While very little information manages to be stored within the fractured and damaged brain of this Vasto Lorde, what can be, is. Over time, this capacity increases as the body is inactive but the process of regeneration begins to take its turns and what can be regenerated by this Vasto Lorde returns with an invigorated appearance and health. Deep within Helliodoro, where there is no thought process, there is rage. There is anger and hatred.
Two questions remain. One regarding the survival and recovery of Helliodoro and the other, the survival of Hueco Mundo and beyond.