[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Perhaps the beast thought himself scottfree with his leap of faith in hopes of firing a cero. However what he would in return was the lack of Hibiki at all he lacked what others of his kind had shunpo or as the arrancars called it sonido. In exchange for his folly of an attempt to escape he would find that if he had looked close enough at the actions of Hibiki and his blade he was bound to find its path already changed. He knew what to expect from such a creature the thought of escape so eagerly poised on its mind as that serrated swirl of reiatsu escaped the length of his blade as he swung his blade and with that came a step and twirl. The beast would have popped out of his gargantua only to find that Hibiki’s back was not where he expected and in turn this would have led him to being met with the intense sensation of shredding. An ounce of deception for a pound of flesh or so it would seem. These two were clearly ones to make a show of battle to some degree or at least the old Hibiki would in a moment like this.
The beast popped out of his garganta with such confidence, such boisterous behavior only to put himself in a perilous position. It would have been as if Hibiki reverted back to his roots as a practitioner of hakuda and an expert of hoho, when the beast came about to bring his cero to fruition. Where normally this technique typically left behind a large article of clothing to substitute the body in these moments there was a tuft of fur from his new found boars hide that resided at his waist. The technique in question, utsusemi. Which was a useful technique in Hibiki’s arsenal when it came to hakuda but here it serves as a means of survival. This green tuft of fur would be left behind as nothing more than a few burned hairs rather than the patch originally left behind. What the four legged beast found himself incinerating was likely to be reduced to nothing more than dust. In turn Hibiki was already poised to deal with his opponents trickery much like he was before this transaction even began. It was likely the beast thought his reactions trained but these were purely instinct, a device of his subconscious and when it came to this creature it was going to be to his eventual demise.

When it was all coming to a close he had already left the area of the initial and what came with that was a spin, like a master of tai chi or a boxer performing a Dempsey roll as a smooth transition from a turned back to a blade coming with an aggressive swing. This would in turn allow Hibiki to still adjust himself even in the event that he missed his mark, the beast entire body. Even if he opted to fire his cero he would find that Hibiki was now to his right rather than directly in front of the horn which had been aimed to cleave his opponent. Not only did the beast give Hibiki a gracious warning by tearing a hole in the fabric of reality but he also provided Hibiki with an opportunity of attack. If there was one thing a good fighter knows it is to expect the unexpected and then some. So when this beast took the time to attempt to strike out at Hibiki’s back he would find that this motion was predictable. It was one of the most common actions of an assassin let alone a tactic of ambush predators far more aggressive than a horse like hollow. This beast should have known that as a creature of the wild wasteland called Hueco Mundo. Had this beast seen that serrated essence of Hibiki’s reiatsu he could find that even in his use of utsusemi and his use of a combative roll that came with it he could find that the aforementioned essence followed suit. When his body spun so did the reiatsu lashing out in an aggressive fashion aiming to strike the beast even if he did continue with his motion to attempt to impale Hibiki he would find that the length of his blade had given him the advantage. In the event that the beast even continued with his escape or attempted to strike out again Hibiki would in turn give the beast his opportunity at it. While death was the name of the game when it came to starting a journey as a hollow or a shinigami it certainly was neithers end goal. This meant that if the beast attempted to strike out once more, Hibiki would be ready, his toes poised ready to use shunpo once more in his typical fashion and then some.

 

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The castle of Las Noches, now a grand monument in the sky, hovering as if an eclipse of the giant artificial sun behind it. The brilliant white structure glimmers in defiance of it's history once again. Now better than before, it watches the desert. A castle designed for a king, with vast labyrinths and chambers, each twisted in some way or another depending on who has taken residency inside them now. The empty dull echo of ones foot steps would clack down endless corridors as if they were unoccupied. They however, were not.
Deep under the castle, connecting to the old catacombs and beyond, Aragon would stand behind a mass of holograms. Each connected to the visual receptors of Aragon's twisted fraccion. These drones are made from the half living corpses of any hollow or arrancar foolish enough to fall to his power, and experiments. Orbital black masses, similar to tumors, the size of regular adjuchas hollows. Floating through the desert and castle, endlessly watching, sending information they gather with their massive mouths, they swallow it and send the contents through a graganta, to which ends up in a holding cell inside Aragon's Catacombs. Silent they roam, looking for something interesting.
The fall of the Dinosaur hollow, The battles in the desert, the forest of menos, The drones infiltrate and sit, out of sight and out of mind. A gloved hand pushes against bone white glasses, Aragon shifts his glasses to sit better on his face. Tilting his head and cracking the bones along his shoulders and neck, several loud pops echo throughout the white room he stands in.
" It's more like an arena out there. The God-King needs to get them together, my work is done for now. All i know is i'll be damned before someone destroys this castle. Whoever sit's atop it" Aragon would mutter as he sat a hand on his chin. Looking at one of the monitors with an interesting fight happening. Marcos is tricky, he'll probably be the firs tone to notice the drones and start playing pranks on or destroying them. Aragon's hand would soon cross over his chest with the other. " I really need a hobby, People watching is a boring hobby after all. "
Aragon would push his hands into his pockets and head out of the room. Taking a small black orb, similar in look to the drones he has floating around and hiding. Exiting that room would take him into a main section of the catacombs. Octagonal with a door on each face of the wall. It was the central most point under the floating castle in the sky. He would take the southern most door and start heading down the pitch black pathways. Aragon knew them like the back of his hand, this certain pathway, after a while of walking would take him to the Forest of Menos.
Surface of Hueco Mundo -------> Menos forest

 

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Did Maximiliano bite off more than he could chew here or was it merely his overconfidence catching up to him? His confidence was born from his strength to subdue nearly any threat that stood before him, it is how he lived for so long and it is how he grew to resent the weak and admire the strong. This fight has put things into perspective for him, while he may have the necessary tools needed to overpower most enemies there are other traits that are missing such as speed and a humanoid body. Perhaps that is why the Vasto Lorde take the shape of humans as it is a body best suited for combat, he resents the fact that he has yet to become one. However, are these the thoughts of a beast who has come to terms with his death? No, these are the thoughts of a beast- no, the thoughts of a man who has decided to start fighting more seriously. This Shinigami may pose a threat to his advancement to Las Noches, his existence may prove to be a threat to the God-King and the Espada as a whole should he be left alive and escape with information about them. The specs of Reiryoku that float around him continue to orbit around his body as he exits the Garganta, his eye shifting to see he had missed his mark and that swirling Reiatsu making contact with his body. Perhaps he did bite off more than he could chew.
The Cero is let loose still incinerating only remnants of fur left behind by the Shinigami's crafty speed techniques. If only he could use Sonido this speed would be of no issue to him, if he were an Arrancar this battle would be nothing to him. The Shinigami is to his right performing some sort of roll to reposition himself for a strike, Max has done nothing but offer himself up as a tribute to this man.
"Cosechas lo que siembras.” (Lit. You reap what you sow.)
Maximiliano's final words? The blade of his foe draws ever closer so would Max have time to reflect on his life? His futile roaming, useless efforts trying to become a Vasto Lorde, constant refusal to join the ranks of Las Noches until he felt he was strong enough, and many many more things. Perhaps this is what they call Karma...
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Hail to Infinity
No! Those last words were not for himself but instead his opponent! That rotating Reiatsu he had been hit with continues to rotate around his body, picking up in speed and velocity with every rapid rotation around the steeds frame! Maximiliano has lived a very long time, there is no possible way his life's flame would sputter out here. His life's flame is like the infinite blaze of the sun itself! His natural ability is the use of spirals he can create from his own being and yet he has no control over the spirals found in nature unless he physically makes contact with them. So what of this Reiatsu then, surely it wouldn't fall under his control, right? Wrong, the Shinigami made a grievous error in making it swirl towards the beast and upon contact with his body, Max continued to make the Reiatsu swirl. No longer did this swirling Reiastu belong to the boar, it now belonged to Maximiliano. The red coloring began to "bleed" with the royal purple color of his Reiatsu showing how it was slowly being subjugated. The boar's blade had the advantage of length, for a moment, but he just so graciously gifted Max with a means of countering that blades length in the form of Reiatsu.
"Expansión de Hélice." (Lit. Helix Expansion)
Another ability of Maximiliano where he rapidly expands a spiral in 360 degrees causing it to seem like an explosion. The expansion is instant as it pushes everything away in the immediate 10-meter radius around Max. Well, ordinarily it would just push but the boar was so kind as to gift him with Reiatsu that had a serrated edge to it creating a rapid expansion that would shear and tear away at the flesh of those around him. That's not to say the pushing aspect of the original ability had been lost entirely as when it makes contact with the oncoming attack from the Shinigami it pushes it away before colliding with the body of the boar itself shearing and tearing away at his flesh all while pushing against him and creating distance. This wouldn't be enough to kill the boar but this would signal that Maximiliano Zacarías was no longer toying around.
When was the last time he had to fight seriously? When was the last time he met someone who made his blood boil so much that he wanted to trample them under hoof? He can't recall the last time such a thing happened but this fight- no this battle will forever be etched in his memory as the time he decided to put forth his full effort to exterminate a target.

 

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Surface of Hueco Mundo -------> Menos forest
A sandy exit surrounded by thick grey matter, this steel like quartz made up the vast trees that filled the forest below the desert. Only the tips of these massive structures are seen in the sands above. Aragon had finally reached the Forest of Menos. Not known to many, but this is where Aragon had evolved, he stayed here fighting and eating anything that made it's way into his home. He smiled as he stepped from the crystalline white sand to the grey hard floor of the forest. His Pesquisa, even without focusing was picking up massive reiatsu, not that typical of the locals. Aragon lifted his left hand to fix his glasses, while his right poked at the air in front of him. Although he could not hear it, he could sense and locate a rather interesting event happening in the forest.
Descorrer, the ability to use and open black portals. Aragon allowed the gate to slink open, giving him access to the inside. From there he would walk towards it's exit, seemingly coming open out of one of the giant trees within the forest. It was instant, the rush of Reiatsu and Reiryoku pushing against him, adjusting to it immediately he stayed silent. Not a hundred feet away from him, a giant display of reiatsu was coursing through the area. The Garganta closing behind Aragon he would walk forward a few yards until he could make out the individuals committing to battle. 'A Boar-like humanoid, bipedal, just like the probes saw, and yes a Unicorn, Obviously a Hollow.' His right hand found his chin as he thought on seeing these creatures in person, although still from some distance away. Caught in some plight of survival it seems.
Aragon lifted his left hand up and shielded his eyes from the massive energy growth, that started to swell when the Boar attacked the Horse. It would seem the Horse has turned things on the Boar, i wonder who will come out the victor. Either way i will have a prize for both of them. Now, with a devilish smirk on his face, Aragon crossed his arms over his chest, the glare from the energy glaring off his glasses, blocking any from seeing the intent behind them. His own reiatsu was repressed, not hiding, but no need to scare anyone either. For now Aragon would simply watch and wait.

 

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The air is soon filled with an inextinguishable despair, the voices and final wails of every hollow encased in a stony prison colliding as their energy is warped into the Adjuchas’ being. In some trails of the energy you can see their faces, the atmosphere begins to feel just as they all felt before taking their last breath: still. The grains of sand that had not yet been converted to stone no longer shift, but lay still as if frozen on a bed of ice.
The pulses being set outward do not cease, but also seem to hardly affect the powerful beings that stood before him. From the bursting of the statue near the Primera, it appears an anger quells within, a fire growing in his eyes waiting to be unleashed. The God-King—on the other hand—is more intrigued, his curiosity piqued with each display of the hollow’s power. He steps forward, unphased by the well of reiatsu before him, yet its effects increase exponentially with each subsequent pulse. Through the odd-looking capsules along the God-King’s body the power of destruction begins to fester, grow, course through him like the blood in his veins; under the assumption that he could bleed, of course.
The distance is closed between the two, as the final ribbon of energy is encapsulated into the Gargoyle-like vessel. As the God-King approaches—mere feet between the two—the former silhouette of the adjuchas is brought to near-full form. His stone-gray skin dry and hardened, like a carapace or armor. Everything above his elongated neck contributes to the fullness of his mask and face, a strong jaw clad in bone, empty sockets seemingly grant vision through the hollowed out skull. Massive fangs grind against each other as a low growl escapes from the depths of his inner being. The weight of destruction soon befalls the Adjuchas, fighting against his own power that inevitably cannot equate. All the energy tapped inside him begins to grow at a single focal point, an eerie chartreuse glow radiating through his eye sockets.
Well?
The God-King Provokes, perhaps curious to know the goal of the beast, the extent of its power, how much of it could be cultivated for his use. From the top of the Adjuchas skull a crack manifests, the same glow peaking from the small crevice as it expands across his face. The crack carves out a singular part, the right side of his face, isolating it from the rest before power erupts from his figure. The weight of destruction felt as if a city had toppled above him, the sky itself forming a mighty fist to strike down at the creature. The God King’s head tilted slightly, as if to tease the Adjuchas. Perhaps the weight was too much, perhaps just to survive he was forced to..
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From the eruption the sands are shaken, the moisture ripped from the air and a cloud of dust lurking over the former field of statues. As it settles the God King would begin to see a silhouette, a young man it seemed, far different than the monstrous stone guardian that had previously stood before him. In the final wake of the settling dust, a ghastly breath is exuded with a putrid smell. The noxious fumes come from a humanoid mouth, revealed robed in white, a large sword resting in a harnessed scabbard on his back.

“Strong... you are both strong.. I can feel it…”
He speaks, his voice monotonous, his stature seemingly able to more easily withstand the heavy weight of the God King’s presence. His gaze is ominous, purposeless, empty and devoid of anything good or vibrant. Golden orbs raid his surroundings to view, and take in all things from a different perspective.