[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Marcos stares at the fleshy blob, clearly intrigued by the grotesque thing, odd seeing as he held no true interest in the equally disgusting creations of his deceased predecessor a century ago. While odd to some it was only natural, the Primera was prone to shifts in his mood and demeanor at the drop of a dime seemingly without rhyme or reason. His eyes light up hearing news that this...I-zeeeeel, potentially held his own fleshy ugly blob thing. That settled it, Marcos would go see this person who could identify the blob and provide him with his own.
Max begins his ascension, that first step serving as both an announcement and a warning. The Godking was coming.
His reiatsu spirals about his form and even from afar, it reaches out and touches all within Las Noches. Not a hint of warmth is reflected in his spiritual pressure, no it is only anger, rage, and malice. Izeel from afar, tucked away within Las Noches, busies himself with trying to heal and restore the fallen Cero Espada. Garganta Broadcasts linger around him, allowing him to view the ascension as well as the thing that had terrorized their land and its people not so long ago, now resting snug in Max’s hand. At the touch of the Godking’s reiatsu the scientist is frozen before he forces himself to continue. He accepts his inevitable fate to come, whatever it may be.
STEP
Max continues to climb, venturing ever higher towards the heavens that is both his kingdom and his throne. The newly birthed Arrancar and Yandiel exchange looks. Santana in this moment is forced in a position where he feels like prey before a predator, rather a vassal preparing to meet his lord. He questions his recruiter, doubt seeping into the Arrancar’s core, wondering why he agreed to follow the Mantis, and what world of trouble he was dragged into. Yandiel does his best to pacify his new friend while secretly confiding his devious little plots and schemes..or, at least a portion of them. Words perceived only by the single soul the Fraccion currently trusted.
STEP
Emilia, like the others, can feel the weight of Max’s reiatsu growing larger, denser, heavier the closer he draws to them. Unlike many of her former peers, Emilia retains her status as an Espada, and rather questioning what Max is thinking, feeling or what he will do, she instead inquires to the whereabout of Elliora’s entourage. Fear, curiosity, recklessness, intrigue, and schemes; the Arrancar in Las Noches are certainly a diverse bunch.
In the midst of the Godking’s journey, as if lighting the sovereign’s path, comes the lobotomized Helliodoro. His arrival lights up the entirety of Las Noches along with much of the surrounding desert, the neanderthal touching down at the very base of the steps of heaven.
"MAAXXXX!!!"
The star bellows, his voice unchecked reaches those afar off awaiting the drawn out arrival of Godking Max. The arrancar makes his intentions known, he’s once more come for Maximiliano.
"DID YOU THINK YOU'D GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY!?! HUH!?!"
He continues to rage about, a reckless move for an injured man lacking regenerative capabilities. Eager to get to Max yet again, he emulates the very object of his obsession as his spiritual pressure erupts as he places his foot on the first step. The light is, for lack of a better word...blinding, drowning Las Noches in the Vasto Lorde’s light.
"COME OUT HERE AN-"
”ARE YOU THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP EARLIER?!
Marcos’s annoyed voice roars directly in the ears of the shining Helliodoro. Like the Vasto, Marcos is unstable and unpredictable, the embodiment of chaos. The Espada stares intensely, his body enveloped in fluorescent pink, one eye widened more than the other. The glow surrounding his body is inconsequential, at least in comparison to the fact that Marcos is staring directly at Helliodoro who’s light is so bright that even the glow of the false sun is smothered under its radiance. Why then, is he capable of perceiving the Vasto Lorde without averting his gaze or his eyes exploding or melting away? Perhaps he was similar in nature to the rampaging Kassius and had simply evolved to be able to endure and perceive through the brightest of lights? No, that was impossible, the Espada had no such ability like that after all. Then perhaps Helliodoro’s light was simply not as bright as he thought it was. No, that too couldn’t be the case. It wasn’t just with Helliodoro, the Primera seemed equally oblivious towards the anxiety and stress wrought by Max’s reiatsu, the intensity in the fluorescent glow fluctuating in increments.
TAP - TAP - TAP
A single finger taps away at the Vasto’s injured skull on one side, then the other, then both — the man perceivable in two different locations nearly every other moment. It is in this moment that the Espada truly appears like a cat, pawing away at whatever has captured its interest.
”Hold up, Hold up...who are you? Did Maxy promise you a squishy thing too?!”
Marcos draws distance from the stranger, his eyes wary of the Arrancar before him. He narrows his cat slitted eyes, the image of his form glitching and fluctuating like a distorted picture. Coincidentally enough, his body is now positioned in a manner that seems to block the Arrancar’s advance towards the person he had come to see, the one who’s attention he so desperately craved.
”Well get in line bastardo! No cutsies!”
Marcos snarls out, snapping his fanged teeth. He was Primera, HIM. If anyone was going to get their ugly fleshy ball first it had to be him and no one else. If he couldn’t be first in line, what point was there in even being Primera after all?

 

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Watching every available screen to him as the large turmoil of events finally seemed to be coming to a close. As natural to Abraam, he felt nothing but indifference to it all. While the only thing he was remotely thankful for was his own survival, despite Elliora’s supposed passing, while feeling empty, the hole slowly closed in on itself and brought on a further coldness to his nature. He felt…focused. As if blinders that were once upon his eyes were now lifted from his being, allowing him to see clearly on how he should perform his next moves. While not one for a large and grand display of pomp and circumstance, he prefers to operate covertly and not under the eyes of those who wish to understand his motives. Constantly remaining a mystery and keeping others from seeing his true goals and inner potential. It would seem as though the God-King had finally ensnared the new brutish Hollow that was birthed upon the sands of the ivory desert, confining him within his own flesh, condensing his entire being and body into a Arrancar sized meatball. It was nearly hard to believe such a beastly creature could be reduced to such a ridiculously grotesque appearance. Making his way back to the palace, it would appear as though others had finally come out from the events of excitement that took place…

A burst of reiatsu clamped its grip upon the outer wings of the castle, Abraam feeling the walls shake and the floor tremble, artifacts and tools from within the laboratory shook with fright to eventually fall from its places on high shelves and displays, breaking and shattering, the glass and valuables took to the ground the same way the Vasto Lorde was tossed aside by the blonde beast confined by Maximilliano. Soon thereafter, a feeling of weightlessness passed through the room, seemingly unaffecting the lizard as he stood on his own reishi platforms and also confined himself within an invisible field of reiatsu around him to offset the effect of the anti-gravity system clearly in place. This was the only thing that caught his attention from the screens. Allowing himself to take in the system for all its worth, appreciating the foresight and thought put in by such a seemingly brilliant being. He started to truly feel as though he came to the right place. Shortly thereafter, the Mad Scientist had arrived and to the surprise of Abraam, he had his Queen, Elliora with him. His facial structure changed from that of stone to one of ever so slight relief. To those who knew or understood the Arrancar well, this was a massive difference in facial expression. He watched his movements very carefully. He had no idea what his intentions were with her body, if he planned on mutilating her, then he would soon be forced to brandish his invisible steel. The castle started to shiver once more, slowly growing in potency and fright, the God-King’s arrival back to his home was imminent and obvious.
However, it would appear as though he wished to either experiment on her, or in the long scheme of things, increase her chances of survival from this traumatic day for all Hollow kind. Feeling as though a battle wont take place he only merely silently observes the scientist and his actions from afar, taking in every detail of his movements. As this lizard never forgets. Eventually his presence has been noted by Izeel and he finally decides to interact with him as he goes about his scientific exploration.
”You've just been 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?”
He asked brazenly. The truth was Abraam did indeed originally have a goal, something he had been pondering for about One Hundred Years. His last visit to the Human World was a failure as he lost his rank and failed to retrieve the Hogyoku for the God-King. His mind however is still fixated on the promise made to him, and the former Five still wishes to be an Espada. He came here with a proposition for Izeel, one that would benefit the both of them greatly if they put their two brilliant minds together. As usual, Abraam weighed his words and took his time with his answer.
”I came here with a proposal, Izeel. You’re clearly unlike the rest of us beasts. From what I understand, you have been working on creating the device our ruler seeks. He tasked me with collecting the device from the Living World but I was met with opposition. You seem more than capable enough with technology…” he said, picking up the fallen tools and artifacts from the conjuration of reiatsu from the rest of the palace. Placing them on surfaces as he walked closer to Izeel on his reishi platforms, still enshrouded by his reiatsu. What did Abraam seek? ”That is why I require your assistance with something. I need you to create a device that can pick up on the energy given off by the device known as the Hogyoku. I wish to complete my task to our King, and to not be seen as a failure any longer. With your capabilities, I'm sure it's more than possible to accomplish.”
He said as he reached a little closer to Izeel. Not threatening him in any way but trying to reason with and allow to understand the importance of this device’s creation. Furtherly, He wished to ally himself with another individual who seeks something else aside from bloodlust and evolution. If there was an Arrancar who could understand and appreciate that side of Abraam, it would surely be this scientist.

 

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Step after step he took, higher and higher he would climb towards the palace. His Reiatsu flaring up and spiraling around him as some sort of warning to those inside Las Noches, but for what? What reason does he have to be so hostile towards those within the palace? They had nothing to do with the chaos that happened outside these walls, furthermore they even listened when told to stay out of it. Then what could possibly be going through this man's head? This is unknown as something takes his train of thought off its tracks. Lifting his foot and placing it upon another step then stopping when he senses the return of Helliodoro.
"MAAXXXX!!!"
Aggravating Rivalry
Las Noches once again starts to quake and given his mood Max is having none of it, his free hand sparking with Reiryoku as he turns to look down the stairs at the ignorant being known as Helliodoro. Face twitching with rage at how this half brained monster is yet again threatening his home. While Max was releasing his Reiatsu on his climb up the stairs he was never once directly affecting Las Noches, he knew better and he wouldn’t dare harm his beloved home.
"DID YOU THINK YOU'D GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY!?! HUH!?!"
What was the fool even talking about? If Max wanted him gone he would have destroyed what was left of his head when he had the chance. How ironic one so dull can shine so bright, but this light is an eyesore now along with its bearer. He gets his wish as Max begins to descend the stairs, even with Kassius in hand he will destroy this nuisance once and for all. Then he sudden stops, his frown losing some of its intensity as he turns around and starts to climb up the stairs yet again, suddenly unconcerned with the Star.
"COME OUT HERE AN-"
”ARE YOU THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP EARLIER?!”
The cat has a new prey in its sights, if anything this works out for Max even more because it means Marcos will be distracted for far longer at this point. This is why he wastes no time getting to the top of the stairs and opening the gates to Las Noches. He walks in towards the group that had gathered, Emilia asks a question causing the God King to halt his stride. All would be able to see the beast whose energy they sensed from afar, a beast whose presence struck a chord with their primal senses telling them that he was dangerous, reduced to but a ball of meat. His Reiatsu dies down, yet the Reiryoku in his free hand remains. Turning his head to look at the heterochromia eyed individual he opens his mouth to answer her question.
”Enrico is dead, reduced to dust. Abraam…”
He pauses for a moment as his Indice Radar spreads out from his feet, coating the floors, walls and pillars in a circuit board like pattern. A brief second is all it takes for him to arrive at his answer, pinpointing his location in Izeel’s chambers. The light of the technique fades as he begins making his way towards Izeel’s lab.
”Abraam lives and so does another that I assumed to be dead…”
He strides past Yandiel and Santana, stopping for a moment to stare down the deer Arrancar. The smell of panic and fear was pungent on this one, enough to make the God King smirk a little. He holds his free hand churning with Reiryoku up to Santana’s face, any number of things can happen from this distance. Max lowers his hand and lets out a hardy laugh walking down a hallway speaking aloud.
”Patético Cobarde!! HAHAHA!!” (Pathetic Coward)
There was truly something off about Max, from the rage he exuded coming up the stairs, answering Emilia’s question without hesitation, to mocking Santana. He was all over the place and the reason for it was the ball of meat in his hand. After coming so close to death, tasting it, seeing it his mind was out of order in terms of feelings. He is having a hard time forgiving himself for feeling so weak, so fearful, exhibiting the toxic trait of wanting to punish someone else for how he is feeling. It is easier to confront this feeling if it is painted on something, or someone, he can hurt. However, he has enough self control to pull himself back from the brink of crossing that line of full toxicity. In his next step he uses Sonido appearing at the door of Izeel’s chambers, the moment the door opens he raises his free hand and aims it at Elliora while walking in.
”Izeel, give me a reason why you dare think it is a good idea to save the lives of the weak and why you think I should let her continue to live even after being defeated. Abraam, don’t say a word or I’ll kill you and her both. You weak little drones follow her as some sort of queen, forgetting you owe your allegiance to your God.”
The fate of Elliora ultimately did not rest with Kassius but with Izeel and his word choice. With all the history he has at his disposal, all his scientific knowledge, can he think of an excuse or reason for why he helped her that would satisfy Maximiliano? What of Abraam, will he stand idly by why his queen is being threatened with death, unable to defend herself? This is a volatile situation, much more threatening than any display of Reiatsu as Elliora, Izeel, and Abraam could very well die in this room together.

 

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While he continued to work away constructing the prison for Kassius Izeel neck remained twisted in an eerie way with his head looking behind him. Finally, when Abraam decided to speak up and cautiously approach him, his body twisted around like clockwork to properly face him with a look of intrigue clear across his face. Remaining attentive to the other activities happening around him, he deactivated the security measures in expectancy of the arrival of God-King. The two of them both were former Espada and for their own personal reasons sought to reclaim what was taken from them once more, and in turn, gain something far greater. Abraam was wise to remain on his own reishi foothold then step foot on the floor of Izeel’s laboratory because what he despised the most was people grubby hands messing with his stuff. While he listened to the proposition this lizard had to say to him, he still never stopped working on what it was he needed to do with the Numero Espada now expecting to get a squishy of his own to play with, his eye twitched in a bit of annoyance. He started to reconfigure some of the settings to the incubator that gave birth to the Hoolers, instead work on giving life to one that was a weird spherical mass of flesh that could be molded however the user liked, and as long Las Noches remained intact this strange blob of a creature would be able to regenerate from any kind of abuse. Although Marcos’s course was seemingly delayed and drawn away by the untimely arrival of Hellio recover still demanding to fight which bought the denizens of Izeel’s laboratory a small amount of peace before Max made his arrival.
” I came here with a proposal, Izeel. You’re clearly unlike the rest of us beasts. From what I understand, you have been working on creating the device our ruler seeks. He tasked me with collecting the device from the Living World but I was met with opposition. You seem more than capable enough with technology…”
” First off let me stop you there poor misinformed soul, I successfully managed to create what I seek, but yes our fearless leader do share the same interest in this device. I heard your attempt was thwarted by some strange mock soul of a creature...maybe a mod soul perhaps or some type of sentry constructed. Again correction I am not just ‘more than capable enough with technology’ as you crudely put it, I am an unrivaled genius when it comes to anything this world has to offer for me to dissect bit by bit.
Abraam could see the mad scientist stopped to examine everything about him, his choice of words, his body language, any subtle changes in his voice as he spoke. He took in everything about this Arrancar the entire time he spoke before finally replying to the rest of what he had to offer.
” That is why I require your assistance with something. I need you to create a device that can pick up on the energy given off by the device known as the Hogyoku. I wish to complete my task to our King and to not be seen as a failure any longer. With your capabilities, I'm sure it's more than possible to accomplish.”
” Despite your lack of insight on who it is you are truly speaking with and constantly insulting my intelligence, I can at least see you are not just some simple mindless imbecile. What you speak of is already accomplished. We will form an alliance to help each other achieve what they desire the most. I am bewildered you even know what the Hogyoku is called, but let me be clear to you it is insulting to refer to this miracle as some simple device.”
With his final words spoken to Abraam, he extended his hand outward partaking in the archaic symbolism to enact a partnership between them. Either way, if they wished to fight alongside each other for the better of Arrancar and Hollow kind it was best to start learning more about these primitives he was going to be living with in the same building. Seconds, after they wrapped up their discussion almost on cue Max, made his grand appearance with the weird Kassius ball of flesh in tow. Immediately Izeel’s attention went straight to observing what have become of Kassius and not the imminent threat their lives currently are in. This very hollow who barged into the Arrancar meeting without worry of death, and even now nothing changed upon evolution to Arrancar besides the power to achieve what he truly desired in this world. The fact Abraam sought for the Hogyoku only to help Max grant wishes for him proved how small-minded his dreams were, but not everybody could have such a gifted mind like Izeel’s. The moment Max arrived he took quick notice of the offset aura of Max, even his gait was different remembering every small detail about somebody, and never treated any minuscule details as less important. All the signs were there for those who were able to decipher the abnormal mannerism and body language of Max since he left to enter the fight, and unlike with Abraam, he knew to tailor his words accordingly.
” Izeel, give me a reason why you dare think it is a good idea to save the lives of the weak and why you think I should let her continue to live even after being defeated. Abraam, don’t say a word or I’ll kill you and her both. You weak little drones follow her as some sort of queen, forgetting you owe your allegiance to your God.”
He couldn’t help but smile at such an interesting turn of events that even he didn’t fully predict upon Max entering. What Izeel loved the most was the unpredictable because that meant there was always more knowledge waiting to be discovered, and not knowing what would happen made him swell to the core with excitement. At this current moment, so many variables were in play: the unstable God-King, the recovery of Elliora, and how would Abraam respond with the one among others they cherished all tethering on the insight of the one who blurred being a genius with madness. However, Izeel didn’t hesitate to respond right away to Max’s question, with his rationality not determined by emotional attachments, friendship, or any diluted factoring force like that but on information and facts. It all came down to what somebody had to provide for the cause to make the Arrancar the dominant species in history, and anybody who failed to contribute was nothing but failed specimens to be dissected to serve a greater purpose.
“My reasoning on why I put a value on saving her life is simple, despite her loss against the hands of the monstrosity, is her life still serves a purpose one way or another. As for how she stands yes she was weak against this new threat, but against an army of Shinigami or Quincy, she still serves a valuable purpose in the grand scheme of things. We have already shown our hand to our enemies on the procuring of the Soul King’s blood, and our enemy is now fully aware we are a threat to be reckoned with. I assure you while we had hundred years to prepare so did the opposing sides; Shinigami, Quincy, Fullbringers, and those who called hell their home the Togabito. Even the weak can be used properly to further your plans be it causing distractions in a game of misdirection, a sacrificial pawn to obtain something of greater value in return, or with proper technique, you can easily manipulate her impulsiveness by presenting her a new shiny toy you want dealt with in one form or another. It is why the Espada amasses Fraccion of their own to follow them, why you assembled the Espada, and many other rulers all do the same. There will always be somebody stronger but in the end, it’s not about who is the strongest or weakest, but their potential to overcome their shame of defeat to grow much stronger than they were before. Weakness is the failure to achieve one’s potential and remains in a pathetic state becoming forgotten by history. That is what it really means to adapt, evolve, and strive. Since I joined your ranks and offered my services I have never lost sight of what is important, how to best bring our race where it belongs in history. As of now this specimen on the medical table still serves that purpose where she is more useful alive than dead. We are fighting a multi-dimensional war on many fronts, and we will be the ones to come out victorious.”
The intense suspense in the air could clearly be felt which only made Izeel all the more anxious from the thrill. How would the God-King respond to what insight he had to share? He was never one about sugar-coating his wisdom preferring to speak bluntly on the matter. Max asked about his reason for saving this one Arrancar’s life, and Izeel answered exactly why. This would be the first trial to test the newly forged alliance between Abraam and the man of madness purposely using a certain choice of words to test how he would respond to what he had to say about Elliora. What did he cherish more, the life of Elliora or seeing his own desires realized? Any hopes for this alliance to work out all dependent on Abraam emotional response in such a perilous volatile situation. Although, in this same notion little did Max know it Izeel also remained observant of how he would react curious about what mattered the most to him, his pride to reflect his inner turmoil out on somebody, or the keen mind of a true leader to not let his emotions control him. He always found it strange how hollow was born from the negative emotions of despair with the loss of their hearts forming the mask they don. Somehow even evolution determined regaining a small part of humanity back to once again experience emotion outside of the primal drive of survival and hunger was the next step of power for them to become Arrancar. Are they actually hollow to even begin with? Such a strange term to call someone void of emotions heartless, yet as they evolved from Menos Grande to Adjucha, that was when they took the first step into regaining pieces of their heart back so to speak. At this current moment, the three in this laboratory were perfect examples with a multitude of emotions at play dictating one's actions albeit it comes from a place of negative or positive chemistry of the mind.
Izeel's Laboratory

 

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Galia closed his eyes under the ground of the forest of menos, feeling the Vibrations like a trapdoor spider in its pit. He opened his eyes slowly, realizing the earthquakes had stalled, and he could feel the rhythm of nearly every beast in the forest beside him… he thought he'd gotten nearly all of them and made kebabs, but a few survive… good. A large quadrupedal hollow slinked along the ground near him, rubbing its stomach along the ground… a Lizard-like hollow. He pokes his head from the sands…
If anyone had a read on Galia's last location they would realize he was moving again, but in a different location from when his reiatsu signature went out under the earth. He was following the Lizard hollow silently, the only thing sticking out of the sand was his head, spiky hair, and fin, sand up to his eyes. Unlike the previous time he struck from below the sands, he decided to follow the large Menos Hollow… wherever it roamed it was probably in search of food as well. Galia debated upon returning… right now it was probably unwise… Max would surely be angry at him too… that was twice he fled from a fight… and he felt ashamed of it.
Galia scoffed at his thoughts and angrily followed the Lizard… since when does a man of conquest fear consequences from his king? Something inside the moat alligator's head said survive… that's all he's ever done, and ever will do, regardless of what anyone thinks or says… he's hard-headed at least. He did survive what killed the king's so-called 4th Espada after all… even if he chose to flee instead of facing that blast head-on like an idiot… one thing he realized was Elliora was… extremely dumb yet powerful… if he had the choice he'd rather play it smart from now on instead, and that was how he felt about it. Let following her be his last mistake… now how to redeem himself… Galia thought…
He was a warrior… a demon of conquest and destruction… there had to be something he could do to please his king… but first.. Recovery. Then… conquest at last. He'd get tired of following the Lizard around and leap out of the sands, impaling it with his bone spike foot, and dragging its body under again. The blip on Izeel's radar would stop following Galia again as he became undetectable under the earth again. After his quick lunch, the earth swimmer started heading toward Los Noches again.
The Glassy surface was much easier to swim through after it had cooled off… ironically it was like water, Galia swimming around through it with greater speeds than that of Hueco Mundo's original sand. He found himself moving fast in the surfaces of the glass as if it was liquid, reaching levels of speed that could rival a shinigami's sonido. Soon as the shadow of Las Noches loomed over him, his shadow melded into the castle's and he popped his head out of the glass once again, showing Izeel he was home before he slumped back down again, and curled up. He released thousands of his tiny spikes that cracked the glass but turned the underbelly of the castle into a spike field again, a minefield of if an unknown foot touches, the spikes would attack… he didn't want anyone close to him at the moment.
Of course if they announced themselves or recognised what he felt, he wouldn't target them with his spikes… for now he'd stay out of the way, and be silent… it was he best thing he knew to do.