[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Hueco Mundo is razed and ravaged with conflict, battles dotting the vastless sea of alabaster. A unicorn faces off against a boar, a creature who believes itself hidden, believes its nature to have gone unnoticed. Their battle attracts the attention of Hueco Mundo’s Terror and as of recent events, former Primera. Leaving the comforts of his workstation, renovations practically done, he chooses to observe from a distance, saying nothing, doing nothing to disturb the battle.
In the heart of the stoney barren land the strange hollow remains fixed within his well of siphoned power. The God King is unperturbed, and scarcely impressed with the display. He approaches the creature, and rather intentionally or not, the wave of ripples fanning out from the beast seem to swell in power, growing stronger, fiercer with every step and the closer the God King drew to his target.
The King’s presence is an overbearing one, pressing against the shadowed monster like a mountain. Still, the beast resists, exerting more and more power. The force of the God King’s presence combined with the force of the power being released from the stoney guardian, when combined begin to marr the creature’s body with cracks, a chartreuse glow bleeding through the fissures. These same fissures grow in number until finally..there is yet another eruption.
The sands undulate violently, as dust and debris are kicked up. There is a...change. The silhouette of the monster is lost, exchanged for another.
All these changes and happenings within Hueco Mundo are irrelevant. They serve as mere drops in the ocean, specks of sand amongst the vast desert, one inconsequential star among many dotting the skies.
The small boy that stands in the stead of the monster exudes noxious fumes from his mouth, breath reeking of death.
“Strong... you are both strong.. I can-”
The once adjuchas hollow now an Arrancar, in the middle of adjusting to his new form and power, of speaking in his new state finds that he must now defend himself. Purple claws sparked with a fluorescent pink come clawing towards the right side of his face from behind.
No..not claws, but close enough. They are sharpened nails, and they along with the entirety of the hand to which they belong are encased in the peculiar and violently gyrating reiatsu housing it, the hand belonging to the current Primera, Marcos.
“MY AMIGO! BRING HIM BACK!!”
The enraged Primera bellows, tears streaming from his eyes. Yes, the battle between Unicorn and Boar, the descent of the Terror of Los Noches and former Primera, the God King’s interest and the strange Hollow’s powers and transformation..all these things mean nothing, ARE nothing in comparison to the loss of Marcos’s friend. His stony hermano.
Already pressured by the God King’s relentlessly destructive presence, he is now faced with a blitz attack from an enraged Espada. It is the first that any hollow present, God King included, have witnessed such strong emotion and killing intent radiating from the usually cheshire grinning fool. The limb raced like a comet towards the arrancar’s skull, five streaks of that same pink trailing behind like the tail of a shooting star. It was clear that Marcos had every intention of severing this murder from head to toe, shredding him to ribbons to avenge his fallen comrade whom he had only recently met.
Though they shared no words, and he was oddly cold and silent Marcos counted him as a friend. And this arrancar callously destroyed that friend. It was only proper that Marcos did the same to him.

 

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Hueco Mundo, lawless and razed by constant conflict, endless battle rests under the canopy of endless night. The moon is the only source of light to these barren deserts. As the Hollow and Arrancar alike claw at one another, while the shinigami garbed in Hollow Hide strives to survive, the desert finds itself host to a new and unexpected visitor.
Massive gates that tower high enough to be seen across the desert manifests, embedded deep into the sand. The giant skeletons merged into the ominous surface sporadically sprout to life. A crimson glow gleams within the empty dark sockets as each respective skeletal arm grips hold of the doors, slowly prying them open.
While a hellish energy bleeds into the desert, it is but a precursor to what’s to come. The massive doors, merely forced ajar causes a massive storm of twisted hellborn reiatsu, stretching out from behind the doors like tongues of flame, cries and screams of despair echoing out as if the gates themselves were a single massive maw screaming for relief from some unknown torment.
Every hollow upon feeling this reiatsu, upon seeing these gates are instantly aware of what has taken place, and fear overshadows lesser souls, knowing that beyond those gates is the fate of many of their kind.
”AaaaAaahhHHH”
A grating voice creeps out from behind the now opened gates of Hell, the sound of this chilling voice clearly heard above the screams and wails of the tormented.
”There isss...Deeeeaath. Much death…”
Its scratchy grating voice like nails on a chalkboard. Multiple chains rattle and jet out, coiling around the corpse of the Hollow turned Arrancar, mercilessly killed by a Vasto Lorde. The now extinct Tiran finds its corpse being dragged into the gates as they rattle while the chains retract. A trail is left in the sand from where the body is dragged. Finally the body disappears behind the gates yet...the gates curiously do not close themselves.
SNIFF….SNIFF
”KEKEKEKE...T-There is one here...One t-touched by hell...issss it him?”
A silhouette is seen, its darkened shape visible against the distorted glow from hell. Its movements...strange, monstrous almost as it finally steps out completely into Hueco Mundo completely. Out of everyone within Hueco Mundo, it is the God King who understands the gravity of the situation most of all, for it is the God King who was trapped for centuries behind these same gates.
”KEKEKE, I will find him...the escaped one.”

 

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Ah, when did he fall asleep again? Prying his eyes open, his rustic orbs peered through the thin slits, adjusting back to a certain focus. He could hear the sounds of battle, but it was Hueco Mundo, so that was everlasting, no matter where he went. Rising from his resting place, he dusted himself off and stretched his arms over his head, popping his joints and letting out a heavy groan as he got rid of all of his stiffness. How long had it been?
It felt like he was forgetting something.
Was it important?
“Oh, shit, the bat.”

Despite such an alarming thing to forget, his face was rather expressionless. He didn’t really care whether this Hollow lived or not. If that thing was smart, it could easily open up a Descorrer. If he couldn’t survive in the human world, then staying here would have resulted in his death had he been inadequate in his performance. Facing Nicolas, he surely would’ve become his next meal. Under the eyes of the God-King, if he was even paying attention, he requested strong personnel. While Nicolas was nowhere near the weakest that roamed these sands, he didn’t exactly exert the presence that his peers held. Scratching at his cheek, Nicolas began taking strides across the sand when a bright red light caught his attention from his peripherals. The distance between Nicolas and this anomaly was a ways away, but he could still feel the pressure that it exhumed and despite it being so far, the silhouette is pronounced, black, and soon parts to reveal something more sinister.
“What do we have here?”

The unruly winds tussled at his hair and clothes, and Nicolas adjusted the zanpakuto that rested on his left hip. What lies before him, miles away, is the Gates of Hell. A ruthless piece of work where the Damned resided and pleaded for a mercy that would never come to them. Beaten, broken, eaten, killed in a vicious cycle for eternity. Honestly, Nicolas was glad that he managed to jump over that hurdle and simply end up here. Despite its blaring red light, Nicolas stared straight ahead, not once feeling deterred. Maybe if he was closer he would've shied away, but being this far it was like looking at the light of the never-sleeping moon. Even over the howls and cries of the plentiful souls that were caged and bound, a single cry overshadowed them all, and Nicolas couldn't help but grimace at its grating sound that reached where he stood. He sees movement that comes from within, but of what he has yet to find out.
It was always something happening in Hueco Mundo. Down beneath his feet, in the Forest of Menos, an Adjuchas was having a tussle with a shinigami, and Aragon was well on his way. Somewhere across the land, Marcos had decided to get into it with another Adjuchas. Rubbing at the back of his neck, the Ninth Espada began his trek towards the gates as the others were busy with their own piece of work. Taking his sweet time, he hoped that the God-King would zoom over and take care of whatever was on "his" grounds.

 

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Underneath the forest of menos

Under the earth of the forest of Menos, a beast far larger than the Boar, the Unicorn, and the man lurked below… something that hides it’s reiatsu while under the ground. It was a part of his own abilities to be undetectable while completely submerged. While under the ground he used his superior sensing capabilities along his snout and with his sail to detect all presences along the forest of Menos as of the moment. These three were making the most noise and gaining the most attention from him.
In the dark depths of the underground a serpent moved ever closer to the surface, poking his head out curiously toward the Horse and arrancar, who peaked his curiosity the most as he watched from his safe zone. His rather large spine also poked from the surface of the sands and fallen trees, seemingly phasing through them. The earth moved rapidly around his body, as he sunk back down, and kept his distance. He too wanted to know the outcome of his battle between two mammalian hoofed creatures. The has been a lot of activity in Hueco Mundo and the Forest of Menos, which awoke this massive creature. If he was standing on the surface he’d be over 17 feet tall, and weigh close to 3 tons. Granted he was smaller than the menos grande, but he was large and formidable enough not many would want to mess with him.
He stayed concealed under the sands and debated to himself back and forth on whether or not he should try and introduce himself, or keep his distance and see what happens. Far too many hollows were getting killed on the surface these days… Luckily, Galia had avoided most if not all of these crazy beings just by staying hidden. However, a new presence made itself known in the midst of the battle Galia was already spectating, which made him turn his head toward the energy surge. It intrigued him… sure, he was hungry. He was debating on stealing that boar hollow from that Horse, for quite some time, then making his way back down into the pits of darkness. He waited for now, however. He turned his head back down toward the ground and slipped into it as if it was water, and left.Hiding himself away again.

 

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“Well, well, well…”
An onlooker has joined the fray, but most importantly his four legged combatant has revealed another piece to the puzzle. While Hibiki was by no means caught with his pants down he was certainly intrigued by his opponents follow up endeavor. His motion to deliver the blow of his serrated reiatsu would carry him further as his rotation soon continued. However he could tell from the impact and the sound that followed suit that not everything had gone according to plan as things began to unfold. His blow had indeed rang true however the beast was seeking to take control and taking control was exactly what he did. This merely boiled down to their encounter being a continuous exchange of blows. It almost seemed like they were going tit for tat at this rate and yet amidst it all the two of them were respectively having a blast. When this beast began to lash out with the help of Hibiki’s own attack he could find that Hibiki’s image was on the move as prompted by the poised notion of his stance moments after releasing his reiatsu upon the beast. This meant that when Hibiki let loose he was already on the move again effectively letting the beast kick up a cloud of dust in his own attack accompanied by Hibiki’s own. As a result this provided Hibiki with momentary cover as a portion of the attack had indeed made contact with his blade before his body giving him only a momentary gap of relief, as he retreated away from the expansion with haste. Amidst his retreat and subsequent defensive motion even his lackluster ability in the department of sensing could feel what was going on above. He was almost positive even the Arrancar above and below knew what this was, as it stood to any respectable spiritual entity the stench of hell was quite potent. It was almost distracting especially to someone like Hibiki, almost to the point that it put a damper on his fun. The likely result of Hibiki’s arms being battered and bruised was likely to be that he would push onward, yet the thought of both hell pouring over into a place like this was a precursor for something far more dangerous.
It became clear as short lived as his visit was going to be at this rate it needed to end. Onlookers as well as the spectacle of combat that he so graciously enjoyed wasn’t as important as the development of a hell gate within Hueco Mundo. He needed to make his exit and as saddening as something like that was when the battle was only just getting started weighed on his heart heavily. Even his zanpakuto seemingly wailed at the prospect almost vibrating in his hand as he skid several meters back after narrowly escaping through the use of shunpo. His blade was still poised and ready to strike once more even with his arms a little worse for wear after this little encounter. This was a tongue in cheek moment for him running from a battle wasn’t his thing by any means meaning what was boiling over on the surface was far more important to report. Had the beast and this onlooker taken note of such an occurrence it was likely they would follow suit, meaning they would likely take off to handle their own problems as well.
In the end had their battle needed to come to a close given the respective circumstances on the surface. While Hibiki was saddened at the thought he was grateful and should this beast and his compatriot allow for such a retreat Hibiki would do so without hesitation. Whatever was coming was big and that meant this was bigger than any combative spectacle. If and when Hibiki took his departure he would’ve removed his denreishinki. Something most if not all shinigami had access to most notably the division that often visited the human world. This of course was going to be a dire tool in an endeavor such as this as Hibiki would’ve been returning to his point of entry as things began to unfold on the surface. Times were dire no matter how he looked at it, perhaps he would have the luck of meeting this horse like hollow in another altercation. His departure would’ve been swift nonetheless as he was going to be quick with his message. His finger danced across the screen rather quickly to boot as he already had the captain of the 5th division pulled up and ready to communicate with.

Quote:
To: Captain Oda
From Hibiki Maeda:
“We have a problem, I have to cut this trip to HM short, a hell gate has opened. I need an out ASAP!”

Hibiki sent this message with great haste being sure to keep his inevitable escape just as quick. He needed to report back to the captain commander let alone the seireitei as a whole. It was likely only going to be a matter of time before things began to unfold on every front possible.