[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Drip..Drip..Drip Plop...Drip Plop
”He’s Here..He’s hereHe’s hereHe’s hereHe’s hereHe’s hereHe’s hereHe’s hereHe’s here!!”
Aragon had watched as this strange being lost it's mind over the sight of Vincent. He simply kept his eyes on the being, all the while examining it. Aragon had several Eyes watching from the distance. The being was drooling, a lot, all over the white sands of Hueco Mundo. As it continued losing it's shit black and powerful chains shot from the sands under the togabito and into the skies. Aragon would flick a look over to Vincent as this thing continued on.
”Oooohh ViiinnnCEEEENNNNTTTT!”
”Did you bring these tooooyysss for meeee? Can I break them?” Please Please Please Pleeeeaaaaassee?"
”Issss thisss your apology for running away? Bad Bad boy Vincent. Come home, you have to be punished heeheehee ahhhhhh”
The Togabito dances and prances around, drooling and slobbering itself around more and more. Aragon's eye moves over to the chains and then back to the being once more. By this time Vincent and Max had been introduced, and they were both ready to face off against this beast of hell. Vincent had no words or response to the thing trying to taunt him, He was eager to see how Vincent would handle the situation as well. Regardless Vincent and his light accent would speak up a few feet to Aragon's right and several in front.
"”Aragon. Maximilliano. Be sure to aim for La Cabeza. Si? he says, pointing at his own face. For a second Aragon wondered why, but once he looked at the being again, he noted the mask. It was hollow like in essence but had little other than being a mask in similarity from this distance. He instantly figured something would happen once they destroyed it. Also noted. Vincent would then continue on; ”And mind those chains. Only those touched by hell can repel them…Now…Send these Diablo’s back to the pit.
Go.”
Instantly Vincent's Body would compress and the second it does; Pink flames wash over Aragon with no warning or sound. Matching Vincent's Reiatsu so he isn't blown away, He is immediately draped in his Resurrection.

As The surrounding area was destroyed by Vincent, and now Aragon, he would hold his place midair as the ground below was quickly blown away. Rainbow light traced with highlights of pink and black, blanketed the area. The flood gates had not just opened, they were obliterated. As Vincent shot off towards the Togabito in a blinding burst of insane speed, Aragon quickly whipped his hands after the God King, while Aragon would rapidly use Sonido to avoid any area with chains. His arms moving so blindingly fast, yet what were they doing? Multiple orbs of cero traced Vincent's frame, not attacking Vincent however, they match his velocity and then pass him, flickering even beyond the Togabito and around the chains, They soon spread out as he continued flinging more and more of the docile floating orbs of Cero. At first seeming random, eventually gathering presence and forming a sort of dome around Vincent and the Togabito. The Cero even digs into the sand below sizzling the dirt and creating that signature black obsidian created by Aragon's Cero.
By the time Vincent would get to the Togabito, There would be a violently glowering pink and black filtering the entire area. Aragon would be in a area in the sky above their original position, that allowed him to maintain a spaciously aware position, his hands stretched out and holding each Cero in place awaiting movement from the Togabito. The second he tries to avoid Vincent, Hundreds of these cero balls were going to barrage the Togabito's face.

 

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”Aragon. Maximilliano. Be sure to aim for La Cabeza. Si?
And mind those chains. Only those touched by hell can repel them…
Now…Send these diablo’s back to the pit.
Go.”
"Entendido!!" (Lit. Understood)
Max made no qualms about the orders given, his excitement and joy were overflowing too much. Now, what will he do with his new powers, with his new body? The possibilities were limitless on how he could torture, maim, and, kill this target before him. An idea hits him if he must watch out for the chains and destroy that mask at the same time then total annihilation of everything set before him will be his goal. As the God-King lowers his stance Max takes this time to look at his own hands, wondering how he could channel his spiral ability through them. As he is figuring this all out Vincent bolts forward like a meteorite towards his target and as a result, the ground buckles then break beneath the feet of Max and Aragon.
" HAHAHAHAHA!! YES! SUCH POWER AND DESTRUCCION! AS EXPECTED OF THE GOD-KING!!"
The Arrancar shouted and laughed his heart out as he flared his Reiatsu and as a result aided in the destruction of the ground with a release of energy that goes off like a bomb. He let himself free fall for a moment, cackling still, before using Sonido to appear in the air facing the Sinner, though a few meters back from his original starting position, who spoils their sands with every step he took. Now is the time to protect Hueco Mundo from another filthy invader, NOW is the time to protect his beloved Las Noches!
Spiral of Destruction.
He fans his arms out like an Eagle in flight, keeping them extended all while Reiryoku flows into the palms of his hands. The expectations of this little experiment made him chuckle like a mad man as he visualized all the chaotic destruction that would unfold.
Boom...
A low pulse echos from Max's location as the royal purple Reiryoku flowing into his hands begins to flow from his palms toward the center of his chest. A ball of this spiritual energy began to form at the center of his chest, grow large enough to match the size of a baseball when...
Boom...
The ball shrinks into a tiny dot or rather it is condensed. Just what was this horned Arrancar thinking or plotting? Nothing too difficult to understand, there was no grand scheme behind all of this at all. Maximiliano wished to be rid of the invader and the best way to be rid of such a nuisance is to smash it into atoms with an attack so fierce and so violent that even the atoms themselves are rent from existence.
Boom...
By this point Aragon launched his own attack, littering the area, sky, and ground, with his Cero. Hundreds of this Cero orbs sat idle, waiting to strike at the sudden notion of defiance from the Togabito. In his current state, Max is quite vulnerable standing idle with his arms outstretched. Should an opportunist strike at him now they would be met head-on by one of the invisible spirals that orbit his body. Living as a beast in the desert for so long has its perks such as producing a means of defense when you are otherwise occupied. These small orbiting spirals formed from his horn, the only remaining fragment of his mask, and break off to begin their orbit. While invisible to the eye they can be sensed on a spiritual level.
Boom...
But those spirals of self-defense paled in comparison to the monstrous orb of energy that Max was creating. Now the size of a bowling ball it continues to grow and expand then is swiftly contracted into the size of a softball. He stops feeding it his energy and holds this ball of destruction in his palm, the spiral that contains it still very much active. While this spiral is no longer pulling energy from its master it will pull energy from other sources that enter its range which will only feed the compacted Cero that it holds together.

"I don't want to harm my new packmates just yet. Let's see how they handle things before I annihilate everything before my eyes."

 

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Hueco Mundo, a desolate land with not much look at but an endless sea of white sand with a moon to shine and watch over it all. If there was a person who didn’t know of Hueco Mundo nature they could mistake this place to be peaceful place, but it has proven time and time again that it was anything but peaceful. It was place where the strong can rule and the weak can parish, as it always has been for centuries.
For the passed three hundred years Emilia had been wondering the endless desert of Hueco Mundo and forest that lies beneath it. It was her search for hollows, not just any hollows but powerful hollows, but she didn’t seek to just out right devour them, she made em fight one another, allowing them to consume one another till one was left standing, and their prize for winning? Their prize was knowing that their final moments in life were meant to be her meal. This has been her way of life, thanks to her being disillusioned by the one they call Kouka, a Shinigami that decimated Hueco Mundo.
This disillusionment came from the leaders of Las Noches and their lack of action. To allow such an act go unpunished had caused her to leave Las Noches and go on to find powerful hollows for her meal, it was a desire to grow stronger, and as far as she was concerned Las Noches was a rotting corpse. Despite her small hatred for her former leaders and her kind, she had a sense of duty; that duty was to protect against outside invaders, such as Shinigami, Quincy, or the Fullbringers; tonight, it would be tested with the being that made itself know by its hellish energy unleashed. Even at the distance she was able to feel it, and the hollows themselves also felt, some would quiver in fear of the unknown.
Such a threat to this dimension was one she had to meet head on. As she feared that this being might try to further reduce the population if left on checked. So, she had set off in the direction it came from, and on occasion she’d Sonido to further close the gap, while hold on as tightly as she could to her zanpakutō.

 

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“Not quite!”
Liars, cheats, and scum of the earth! That’s what makes up Hueco Mundo and if some people could have their way humans and hollows alike wouldn’t roam the earth at all. Hibiki only felt that way about the former and nothing was going to stop him. It was almost as if in this instance alone when the beast found itself trying to apply pressure to Hibiki through the weight of its own bite force, along with the impact of whatever had opted to fling this heap of flesh at him; both of these instances would be in for quite the surprise. If lieutenant Jinnosuke was among the fray he would be more than enthused to see their months of training after the kototsu attack were going to pay off beyond 2 fold. Hibiki was no slouch in the department of slinging weight around without hesitation after all he could lift a hollow off the ground with a single arm. This meant that this beast was going to be no different than any other enemy that stood in his way. The weight of the beast jaws came down and he almost laughed at the idea even as the roar escaped its mouth. The sound muffled by the boar head he wore atop his head and with that two things came. First the unfortunate reality for this beast was when it went to clench its jaws down it would be met with an insurmountable amount of force in exchange. Hibiki hadn’t stabbed this beast in the roof of his mouth but punched it with the knuckles of his weapon. They were ribbed or notched if you will, similar to a traditional pair of brass knuckles. They were aimed to deliver blunt force damage rather than impale an opponent. This meant that his weapons wouldn’t bounce at all, but instead still ring true delivering two simultaneous blows. What this meant for the beast was that while Hibiki appeared to be in peril he was far from it. His strength titanic in nature, the skill in hakuda he possessed was something to be feared, this meant when he moved to initiate Kagamibiraki it would come out quicker and far more aggressive than nearly any member of the gotei 13.
This was a byproduct of his shikai, the ability double the intensity of damage meaning that rather than kagamibiraki coming out with its typical force and their being a struggle against flesh its force was quadrupled. Rather than needing to impale his foe with his finger tips to rip them apart it would instead be through the use of his legs. The beast wasted time shrieking and shaking about in hopes of disorienting Hibiki only to be met with unrelenting force in that time frame. Its head shook and Hibiki put out more than enough force to snap this beast jaw clean from its hinge. Even amidst its attempt at disorienting Hibiki with the shaking of its head it would have to do far more than that. Hibiki was a boxer and not one with a glass jaw to say the least. This meant something as simple as shaking their head side to side or even roaring wasn’t going to be enough. This unfortunately meant when the beast found itself attempting to apply more pressure there was no give as Hibiki had hit the nail right on the head. This was a classic case of greed being the downfall of man or in this case the downfall of a beast. When it boiled down to the hunk of flesh thrown by a seemingly unknown subject would be eviscerated. This of course wouldn’t be the same for the inside of the beast due to it hardening its form but Hibiki exerted his reiatsu in order to simply shred whatever came near him to pieces.

Unfortunately for the beast in question Hibiki wouldn’t have to lower his defenses at all let alone drop his weapon to defend himself. He wasn’t using a weapon meant for simply stabbing but bludgeoning an opponent to death. His world view of himself being the best boxer in the seireitei meant that he needed a weapon to match. Which meant when he left the academy with asauchi in tow it inevitably formed itself to fit his thinking, things were no different now. So what this meant for the beast was that no matter how he tried to disorient Hibiki he hadn’t quite defended against kagamibiraki. This was even with the resistance of the beast attempted crushing as the weight of its bite was no reason for concern at all as hibiki had dealt with hollows and even weights in the gym that weighed more. He was certainly going to owe lieutenant Jinnosuke a thank you when things were said and done. The end result of this beast's unfortunate choices was going to be Hibiki completely ripping its from its hinges which would inevitably result in death if they weren’t careful. Amidst this however Hibiki would’ve used this opportunity of a severed jaw to take his leave and continue the mission.

 

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To the Arrancar Vincent stands surrounded by his iridescent reiasu,his power of destruction as the God King. To the Togabito, he sees not Vincent the Arrancar, nor Vincent the God King — no,before him stands only Vincent the convict...Vincent, the fugitive.
This fugitive who calls himself King, stands defiantly before his would be jailer. The entirety of the Hueco Mundo shudders beneath the majesty of Vincent’s power. He offers no words to the Togabito sent to retrieve him, sent to return him home. His stance, his glare, his reiatsu..all blatantly in defiance to the will of the sinner. While he has no words to spare to the sinner, he does offer words to those who deigned to follow him.
”Aragon. Maximilliano. Be sure to aim for La Cabeza. Si?
Vincent addresses the horned one, pointing to his face. Was it meant to be a subtle cue? A hint to his newest subordinate, while leaving the Togabito unaware?
”And mind those chains. Only those touched by hell can repel them…”
“Now…Send these diablo’s back to the pit.
Go.”
He forewarns the man of the towering chains, a warning that should not go unheeded. Vincent finishes speaking, time graciously allotted to him by the Togabito. The Fugitive God King is done with words. He lowers his already short body closer towards the sand covered ground, left arm pressed firmly into the sand. Muscles in his leg compact as strength is gathered and amassed in them. Veins surface on his flesh, muscles becoming tighter...and tighter...and tighter.
With muscles tightened and flexed, body compacted like a bullet in a chamber, Vincent takes a deep breath..filling his lungs. His target, already locked...power gathered and formed… and body
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His body launched towards the Togabito, the ground fracturing, creating a deep crevice within the tortured alabaster sands. The winds howl out as if in agony, massive dunes of sand destroyed, dispersed into multiple specks of sand scattered about. Vincent’s body is like a meteor, leaving behind a multicolored glowing trail of light in his wake.
Aragon, a willing tool to his master, releases the restraints on his power, growing in both height and power — engulfed in flames of fluorescent pink. Suspended in the air, Aragon maneuvers himself through the skies, seeking to avoid the undulating chains, the metal links continuing to rattle and clink as they sway, still cackling with their hellish power. As the Espada sonidos, his arms whip about in flurried movement, blurred and distorted, impossible to properly perceive while the man is in motion. Orbs of pink and black, sizzling with searing heat dot the space around the Togabito. Behind him, above him, beside him; every which way the creature could possibly look or perceive..covered by the espada’s power. Aragon watches from above, prepared to support his Lord, to bombard the sinner with his power at a moment’s notice.
And what of the other one?
The horned one, not unlike his peer remains suspended in the air. An ominous sphere of destructive energy rests in the palm of his hand. Expanded and compacted several times over, its power was perhaps unfathomable at this point.
The Togabito, perhaps lost by euphoria, or driven insane by his own corrupted desires and imagination has not moved a single step from his position. He has remained, cackling and drooling the entire time. As Vincent launched himself towards him he laughed, as Aragon cages him in his cero he drools..laughs growing even more manic, the towering chains rattle in harmony with his delight, having done nothing to cut off Aragon’s path as he maneuvered around them. It's because of the Togabito’s inaction, that he finds himself struck by the meteor that is God King Vincent Bautista.
Cruuuunnnnch
There is a sickening crunch, a loud disturbing crack that echoes through the air. The Togabito’s body goes barreling back and inadvertently, collides with dozens of the searing cero suspended in that same space. The gates of hell lined up behind him, sure to send this sick and twisted figure back to the pit he crawled out from when-
THUD
The creature’s body smacks against a large metal link, one of many making up one of the elongated chains, a chain that had maneuvered itself to block the Togabito’s forced retreat.
Crrraaaaaaccckkk
Another sickening crunch resounds like thunder from the impact of the body colliding with the hell heated chain, as it is forced to what remains of the ground like a rag doll. The pain, the abuse perhaps more than any one body could possibly bear...is shared with all who had gathered around him.
When colliding against the Togabito with all that strength, all that ferocity — all that unbridled destructive power, Vincent, Aragon and Maximilliano are struck with equal force, in the same location on each of their bodies simultaneously. When colliding against the searing Cero belonging to Aragon, again the three are simultaneously met with the heat and power of the orbs, and again when the Togabito’s ragged body is slammed against the metal link, super heated by the flames, heat and power from hell.
Every act of pain dealt to the Togabito, concurrently mirrored unto all those gathered. Rallied behind the man whose power they deemed absolute, unaware that with their approach, with stepping into the boundaries of his spiritual power rippling out from his very being..they had tethered themselves to him. The pain, the damage dealt bypasses the natural defense of their respective hierro, circumvents the invisible protective measure surrounding Maximilliano, striking true to each and every single one of them.
They’re forced to bear the might of the God King’s power, power they deemed the pinnacle of their race, forced to bear the heat and force from Aragon’s scorching Cero. Those gathered however are not weak by any measure, yet the pain they are forced to bear only grows greater...more unbearable. Aragon, one who should know his power better than anyone, perhaps notices that the heat from his cero, is greater than it should be...greater than what he himself could actually produce. They strike with a power unrealized by the former Primera.
When the Togabito’s body collides with the chain, the force from that blow lands with far greater impact than it should have even from the velocity of his airborne travel, somehow rivaling the initial blow from Vincent himself. Then there was the searing heat from the hell heated chains, far outstripping Aragon’s cero in heat.
The Togabito, laying sprawled out on the ground...still and immobile begins to shift. The cackling laughter that had ended while bludgeoned by Vincent, while hurtled through the air, while slammed against and through dozens of cero, when slammed against heated metal...emerges once more.
”Yeeeessss. It hurttssss, hurts sooooo so so so...Goooood.”
The Togabito’s body twists and contorts as it rises to its feet, worming its way off the ground. Mask, still intact, his body while dirtied, appears relatively...unbroken. His presence, denser, more powerful than when first confronted by the trio. He looks around only to find Vincent sprawled along the ground in the distance. Perhaps being bombarded by not only his own crippling power, but the accumulated pain and damage from all that had transpired in that short span of time was too much, too unexpected.
Having shared with the three the pleasure and gift of pain, the Togabito was eager to both give and receive more. He craved the agony, thirsted for the torment, hungered to be broken...but, another day perhaps.
”Thaaaank you Vincent. You made me feel such delicious agony. I’ll be sure to grant you all manner of suffering back home to show my appreciation.”
A chain coiling around the God King’s body as the Togabito expresses his genuine gratitude. The chains continue to rattle as the Togabito turns towards the gate. The crimson glow casts a haunting light against his figure as he turns to face the other two one last time.
”I’ll come back for you. Kekekekeke”
He cackles as he begins passing through the massive gate, carrying along with him the snake-like chains...and Hueco Mundo’s God King. Once fully passed through, the gate closes..vanishing from the realm of Hollows. His parting words, a final promise lingers in the air. There was no telling when that monstrosity would return, and when he did...would they be ready?
Hueco Mundo for the third time, has lost its sovereign