[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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A little after Elliora came careening through the open Garganta straight into the grasp of Yandiel who managed to successfully stop her momentum. While that was going on his eye twitched when he witnessed Santana punt his artificial hollow across the room before finally letting it finish its task to dress the newly formed Arrancar. A small eye twitched at the abuse of his precious minion but at the current moment, they had more pressing concerns observing the fight at hand. He made sure to etch every detail of this fight in his memory though it still left the issue on what to do with Elliora also left in such a critical state. Two of his artificial hollow lifted Elliora body up off the ground then worked on transporting her to his laboratory to begin the recovery process of the former Cero Espada. Today had proven to be quite the fascinating day for Hueco Mundo with all going on around them and the real fun was just getting started but yet as the fight was wrapping up he kept hearing an insufferable snoring sound. Izeel didn’t bother to give any more of his focus to Yandiel or Santana figuring at this point they should be able to figure things out for themselves or go about their own devices as long they did not interfere with his plans. Meanwhile, in the laboratory, he happened to get an intruder appearing inside who would have remained safe as long he didn’t touch any of Izeel equipment, however, if he decided to a warm welcome would have stopped him in his tracks. After what felt like a paused moment in time came to an interesting conclusion with the God-King Max managing to use his spirals to turn Kassius into some strange blob of flesh.
With the Garanta portals still relaying everything happening on the battlefield, the ever so observant Max caught on about somebody watching him. A small sigh of disappointment that he couldn’t gain any more information from the three combatants but shocking enough after all what Helliodoro endured through stubbornness to die and resilience managed to remain alive. How long this process was going to take him to recover was a mystery to him but either way, Max requested his assistance in developing a structure capable of holding a monstrous being like Kassius. This challenge presented to Izeel made his body tremble to his very being. Was this fear finally overtaken him? His instincts of survival running on high alert? No, this was neither of those foolish notions except for his excitement boiling inside of him, and pure ecstasy getting to undertake such a fun challenge. Izeel had now entered his zone where everything around him cease to become of importance if it didn’t contribute to his scientific studies, and left the audience of the others to head straight toward his lab with Elliora in tow. Abraam who waited to catch the attention of Izeel or simply just observe what magic he worked would have got to witness a fun little trick. When Marcos awakened from his long slumber followed by his reiatsu taking form offsetting the entirety of Las Noches all the equipment in the laboratory that was endangered to topple over shattering and breaking along with the dangerous chemicals spilling out instead began to float around in zero gravity. Abraam would feel for the duration that his body had become completely weightless as the artificial hollows that kept his laboratory running in his absence started to clean up the free-floating objects putting them back where they belonged.
While Elliora remained safe from the sudden shifting of Las Noches, Izeel was able to recenter his balance to continue his path unhindered. He dealt with enough of the Arrancar and figured it was somebody else turn to play host because he had important work to do. Soon Abraam saw Izeel enter into the laboratory with Elliora as he pulled out a syringe from a portal that opened up in front of his belly button then injected her with this content. One of his many experiments with the Soul King’s Blood during his time studying it allowed him to concoct a strong stimulant among other things, although this certain little shot served one purpose to cause her healing to be enhanced for a small duration. Normally the purity of the Soul King’s Blood in this dosage would have been hazardous to the others, but since she managed to survive it already this simply give her high-speed regeneration supercharge allowing her to recover at a faster pace. The side effects of this injection might have caused the nerves in her body to become hypersensitive for a few hours or maybe even days, but this was a small sacrifice he was willing to have her make for science. He took care of all the minuscule task could impede his project to create a fortress to keep Kassius contained and entertained enough to not just spend all of his time trying to figure out how to tear it down.

” What a destructive grotesque thing you are. It makes my blood boil on all I will learn from you.”
His fingers began rapidly typing away adding in all the data gathered up on Kassius from his initial arrival up to current times. Seconds after a hologram popped up with the design for El Dios Devorado getting configured together until a fully mapped out structure was made. Around this time both Izeel and Abraam witnessed on the monitor screen still displaying Max’s whereabouts heard how he tried to steer the Espada Marcos to his general vicinity in order to keep him occupied. He started to mumble to himself with the last of the configurations made to create a special type of Boca designed to withstand the destructive force of Kassius reiatsu and turn it into an energy source that causes constant mitosis that creates an endless cycle of repairing damage milliseconds after it happens. Even when he is not actively trying to destroy this sentient fortress they will form a multitude thousand of layers overlapping one another that only helps add to this structure’s high-speed regenerative capabilities to endure a multitude of his assault. Pressing one single button the replication process of this one single Boca began to multiply by the second while being released above Las Noches like a thick swarm of insects that started to slowly form the fortress high in the atmosphere above where the other Arrancar called home. When Max decided to let himself known on his arrival with the ominous dread his destructive reiatsu warranted to all inside Las Noches, Izeel froze for a bit before regaining his composure. The thoughts of running nor fearing for his life never crossed the mind of Izeel who already came to the conclusion if Max wanted him dead worrying about such trivial thoughts wouldn’t change anything, and right now the only thing concerned this mad scientist was finishing his project.
” You been just standing there for quite some time now...Abraam wasn’t it? What actions will you take to this overwhelming sensation your king is exuding? And what are you doing hanging around my lab?”
The eerie sound of bones cracking and popping could be heard with Izeel head twisting like that of owls breaking his own neck to observe what this Arrancar requested of him. Did he really just want to watch and learn? Was it something else that he required the strange mind of Izeel to help him resolve? Whatever Abraam reasoning was while Izeel didn’t stop working on building El Dios Devarado, he managed to get the intrigue of this deranged Arrancar for the better or worse.

 

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Santana watches with a distant look on his face as the bloodied body of a woman comes to rest within Yandiel’s grasp. Disgust followed at the smell of the iron from the blood that stained her clothes. He settled her down, probably to spare her any more pain, but to be completely honest, Santana doubted that she was anything more than a corpse… Yet the number that stuck tattooed to her thigh, what he could make out was a singular digit and that alone struck a nerve.
Espada…
Santana catches the sparing glance that Yandiel gives him but says nothing. And as the God-King draws closer to them, he can only confirm that whatever it was that he’d gone to deal with was over now that he’d come back and with something else in tow. However, from what Santana could feel, the lack of that boisterous individual meant that something had even taken down that violent creature down a peg.
“He is angry.”
The newest arrancar speaks aloud within the current space he resides. Even as an adjuchas, the former deer’s sensing capabilities were phenomenal, but the overpowering prowess that Max exuded was more than overwhelming. Is this what fear was? His muscles were tensing to keep from crumbling down from the extreme pressure. Even from a distance like that, it felt as if he were standing face-to-face with him again back in the forest. His anger was thickly palpable. Sweat dribbled down his forehead and he closed in on Yandiel, grabbing hold of his top, he yanked the taller individual down just to get him down to his face level and spoke in a rather annoyed tone.
“Just what exactly did you get me into, you fucking insect?”
He was always told that the Espada were the strongest of all arrancar, from the stories and threats his meals used to tell him about, yet even after consuming them, none of their so-called help came, and he was left alone to reside in his lonesome. The God-King was furious, and if the Cero Espada was downed and left in this state, what exactly was it that had required the attention of the God-King in order for it to end? Who else had become a victim? Would those of them in the room be next?

 

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Lost momentarily in his own mental processes, his attention had been snapped back as his newfound companion grasped at his attire. He did not resist the draw of the male, instead maintaining nothing but his own balance. It was inevitable that this concern would manifest, especially having been born into such an eventful situation. Santana held the right to house any discomfort, concern, or anger towards his recruitment or even Yandiel given the circumstances.
“Just what exactly did you get me into, you fucking insect?”
The white-haired arrancar looked into the other's gaze, not making an immediate response as he gauged how he wanted to reply. He'd be lying to himself if he felt that the events sat well with him but even with his own anxieties, there was something that laid within mind.
"This is not a typical work day. I assure you. Certainly not with two new arrancar being born back to back like that..."
He gave Santana a smile as he openly broadcasted his response to those within a typical earshot, giving a look that housed some deviousness to it. Yandiel felt confident in his ability to go toe-to-toe with those that carry the Espada title, but given the chance that he was wrong... There always had to be a backup plan. Most of which typically had to be built up over a long time but this new entity may pave way for a quicker alternative. He needn't be on the battlefield to understand the volatility of them, something that'd just need the smallest of sparks to ignite. The only problem that laid within that thought process was if the contained arrancar would even be released from imprisonment. Yet given how much of an asset that power would bring to the God King's plans... it was almost certain that containment would not last. A force that demolished the Cero Espada and lead to the ruler of Hueco Mundo having to take center stage. Formidable and terrifying were too shallow of terms.
Yandiel isolated his formless voice to just the man who clutched at his upper garment, desiring no other to hear what would follow. Where proper trust still had to be earned between the deer and mantis, the latter felt the least harm in letting the other in on what he was thinking.
"That monster is an opportunity. A time-bomb that can likely be set off so easily."
(Can only be perceived by Santana)
The mantis took hold of Santana's wrists and promptly removed them from his top.
"We can sit back and observe... I'm sure that between Max and this mad man, they will come up for a way to try and reign in that arrancar."
(Can only be perceived by Santana)
He then took a step back to create some distance between them, never losing the smile plastered upon his face.
"I have faith in our King to make the right decision on how to properly handle this. It's not easy to make strides beyond him... as I'm sure you've already come to feel just by his presence."
His openly broadcasted words filled the brief silence between his physical actions. A flash of his enlarged canines breached his formerly subtle smirk, now wearing that expression with his teeth exposed. It was unlikely that the scientist or anyone else who may draw near would even care what was said by him, but he did not trust any of the others of his kind in the slightest. Caution had to be taken.
"Just enough to keep them on the slightest leash. But with a subtle slap of the hand... one might drop that leash and the beast will be unleashed."
(Can only be perceived by Santana)
Yandiel knew that this information could come back to bite him, especially if the solitude newborn decided to bend it to his own will. A seed of doubt to the King on Yandiel's devotion or even turning the monster on him just as he suggested towards the others, was now on the table. Yet just as he wanted to have Santana as someone that he could regard as a proper ally, his own bases had to be covered. The knowledge of what he was willing to do to get what he desired in the end was now clear. It was on the deer to decide if that was a backhanded threat or a proper mutual opportunity for the future.
Yandiel slipped his hands within the pockets of his trousers, still locking his optics on his equal. Being a denizen of this realm meant seeking strength, if not for one's own goals but also for the necessity of survival. Though power only got you so far, abusing the situations between others was often just as effective of a weapon. He hoped that this gesture was at least slightly reassuring, but cared more of it to be the cementing of their allegiance. Self-preservation inevitably sat within Santana's gut and this was one tool that could be used later, likely as a last resort, but even so the possibility remained.

 

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The castle that was Las Noches felt empty, to be fair it had always felt empty, there weren’t that many hollows or arrancar that occupied its rooms and halls. Yet it felt even emptier as she wandered the halls of Las Noches. She had picked up some signatures but they were far enough away that she didn’t bother investigating who was around, that was until she picked up one that was weak yet familiar. Elliora… Curiosity had gotten the better of her as she began to move towards that faint signature, picking up several more along the way. Those that didn’t interest her suddenly became of interest.
As she neared the location a sudden wave of reiatsu washed over her. The hallway she occupied had distorted, twisted and a feeling of nausea washed over her before her own reiatsu would burst out, trying to combat the effects of Marcos’ reiatsu. She soon found herself shifting towards the right before finally settling back to a leveled position.
Upon entering she would spot several figures, but the one that interested her the most was Elliora battered and beaten. Interesting…. Who could have beaten her to the brink of death? Where was her entourage? Did they die? So many questions yet no answers. Once the God Kings Reiatsu would come down on her, she then turned her head towards the direction from which it came, before looking back at the two that stood near Elliora.
“Interesting…”
“Just what exactly did you get me into, you fucking insect?”
"This is not a typical work day. I assure you. Certainly not with two new arrancar being born back to back like that..."
“Its an interesting day.”
She had very little to say, as her eyes were examining Elliora’s damaged body, at the same time she remained aware of the others and waiting to see if Enrico would come in angry, along with Max as his reiatsu seemed a little more threatening than usual. A thought occurred to her; she could devour Elliora… But at her current state it would feel like she was just a scavenger, picking up what was left; She didn’t want to be seen as an opportunist arrancar, who would devour everything that she could when it was convenient. She wanted to kill her prey when they were able to fight back, it was a thrill to kill something that fought back for her.
“Where is Enrico, and Abraam?”
A question that was asked to no one in particular; at this point she just wanted an answer.

 

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The deserts of Hueco Mundo, an infinite expanse of barren white sands. Countless Hollow and Arrancar roam the endless sandscape, yet the immense size of this realm gives an illusion of emptiness. If the effort to find something isn't given then you are likely to find nothing, unless of course, you become the hunted. Among the gritty expanse, there lies an Arrancar, their head halfway buried in the sands, it remains motionless, breathing hardly present. Even so, it seems that nothing dares approach the unconscious creature.
Aside from the wind that gently brushes the surface of the dunes, there is very little to be heard around this unconscious being. Only the occasional inhales and exhales breach the silence. Until the sand begins to shift, disturbed by the grasping hands of a Hollow that is slowly pulled back to consciousness. Rousing himself awake, his eyes do not flash open, they had been open this whole time, pointlessly watching the events and lack of events before him. Not a shred of information was stored in the time he remained unconscious, but now there is finally a spark of something. Or rather, nothing, he sees nothing of note as he pulls himself into a cross legged seat on the sands beneath.
A hand brings itself to his head, scratching idly at his scalp. The sensation is a delight as his nails peel and pry something from his scalp. Pulling his fingers before his eyes, he examines the substance and it clicks rather quickly. Blood, dried blood anyway. He sits there for a moment, trying to recollect his thoughts and memories, what exactly happened for him to end up face down in the sand with blood matted in his hair?

The simple minded Helliodoro, miraculously manages to live, think and move with a portion of his brain missing, but this is to be expected by those who know him. There isn't much use for that brain. He slowly brings himself to his feet, a conclusion found and a heavy breath being taken in. Adorning his masked face is a deep scowl, the boiling anger that he brought with him into his sleep is now given form.

In an odd twist of fate however, he does not lash out instantly. In his evolution, there was a certain sense of control that was instilled and forced into him, a necessity. Reactive and driven on emotions, Helliodoro is an unstable creature that is entirely unpredictable but now there is a form of control. With his goal in mind, Helliodoro begins his journey once more, towards Las Noches as he had a few times now.
His travels are always uniquely short, accompanied by a flare that brightens the sky beyond the ability of the false sun that remains above Las Noches, returned from the destruction that Helliodoro once wrought upon it. A mockery. Seconds pass and as per usual, he arrives in a flash of brilliance. He does not enter Las Noches but instead stands at the base of tortuous staircase. Whether or not his presence is taken note of by those in and around Las Noches, be it by his spiritual presence of the light that bathes the realm, he doesn't care. He will speak what words lay on his tongue.
"MAAXXXX!!!"
This single name that leaves his lips brings with it the emotions that Helliodoro currently carries. Rage, spite, bitterness. As he calls the God-king by name, the recently battered Las Noches begins to quiver once more. Shaken to its very core and threatening to crumble but never quite reaching that point.
"DID YOU THINK YOU'D GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY!?! HUH!?!"
His blame is cast, his conclusion revealed. In his half brained head, Helliodoro is adamant that Maximilliano worked in collusion with Kassius to get rid of the star. The sight of Max engaging Kassius and eventually containing Kassius was not something that managed to register in his memory, this is simply what made the most sense to him. He takes a step forward, placing a single foot onto the first step of the staircase he had wandered up briefly today. In that moment, history seems to repeat itself, although this time around, Helliodoro is fully aware of his actions. As that bare foot of his makes landfall against the step, the tremors that assaulted Las Noches are replaced. Once again, the skies alight in the presence of Helliodoro, not a sickly shade of red like the monster Kassius had brought, not the heavy royal purple night that Maximilliano brings with his own anger, not that filthy and impudent light of the false sun above. Like a flashbang that has no end, Reiatsu surges from the Vasto Lorde and seems to encapsulate the area surrounding Las Noches. A boundary is set and to Helliodoro, not a single creature is to enter or leave until Max answers him.

"COME OUT HERE AND TRY AGAIN!!"