[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh…”
Miles and miles and miles away from Las Noches, a woman’s voice wails in the barren desert. While there were virtually infinite creatures that wandered throughout Huecho Mundo and meandered within the Forest of Menos, this howl was something different entirely. Misery fills this wail, echoing throughout the immediate area like a banshee’s scream. Dunes span the entirety of the desert and atop the lowest of them, hidden by the rest, remains one of the most dangerous Arrancar in history– and in all of Ysabelle Cervantes’ glory… the Segunda Espada is stretched out lazily, her back flat upon the white sand. Meters away from her are numerous hills that surround her frame, having found refuge in this crater. While some days ago, it would be clear this crater was obviously manmade, the surrounding sand had fallen back down its sides, forming miniature dunes to fill the gaps Ysabelle’s rampage had laid bare. Who knows just how long she had been here… hours… it could’ve been days… perhaps weeks?
“Mmmmm… unhh…. how the fuck am I still so full... “
… she groans in anguish. One of her hands rests gently on her belly, caressing it to soothe the heaviness that weighed her down on the sand. Her other hand hovers above her face, holding a bone splinter by her mouth as she picks at her teeth. She had been at it for sometime, digging ruthlessly for that one piece stuck between her lower central incisors. Her tongue now pushes against it, kissing her teeth numerous times before it finally becomes dislodged, stuck on the end of the pick. With a simple flick of her finger, the splinter lands on a pile of bones, only mere feet away from her. In fact, multiple piles surround her. Ripped flesh and mountains of bones are scattered all throughout the crater almost acting like furniture for the spider’s makeshift abode. In truth, these were merely her past meals but now she realizes… she may have overindulged. Her stomach groans again, causing her to recoil, now both palms cradling her tummy.
“Ouuuuuuu… I think I ate too much... “
… Ysabelle whines, rolling over to her side and bringing her knees to her chest like a baby. She catches sight of the pile closest to her, doing her best to recollect which one of her victims it belonged to. It wasn’t the young one… was it the one that kept screaming? No… could it have been the one twiggy one? These bones were a bit too thick to be his… wait! ‘It was the porky one… the one I ate last,’ Ysabelle recollects, her gut rumbling once more. She rolls onto her back again, slowly raising herself to sit straight up. Her arms are stretched behind her, supporting her weight as she outstretches her neck upwards, staring at the boundless sky above her. The Arrancar closes her crimson eyes and shudders for a second, before a large…
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP
… escapes her. Relief instantly washes over her, the heaviness that once weighed her down dissipating like a leaf in the wind. Hot air escapes her gaping mouth, the smell of blood and putrid grub emanating from her blood-stained lips. Ah… it was just gas. Her yawning mouth comes together to form a smile, resting her head down towards the pile of bones she had been glaring at moments ago. Her short-lived grin melts into one a displeasured grimace, immediately rising to her feet and marching towards the heap.
“If I had known you had that much fat compared to your meat, I would’ve never eaten you last! You fucking tub of lard!
… she exclaims with rage, stomping her foot down in the sand like a tantrum-throwing toddler. The Espada begins to gurgle something in her mouth, building phlegm in her throat before spitting forcefully on the pile of bones beside her. However, she doesn’t end here. Her right heel retracts back, and when it seems she can’t wind her foot back anymore, she kicks the pile with monstrous force, sending the now shattered bones flying in all directions, mostly lodging into the sand in front of her and the rest simply turning into dust. Synonymous with the end of her rage-induced fit, Ysabelle senses an inferior signature close to her, just on the edge of a crater. In one moment, her frame stands at the lowest point of her created pit and in the next, she is now at the edge of the crater, level with the rest of Hueco Mundo. Without catching sight of the creature who dared to approach her, she calls out cheekily.
“Have you come to be my dessert? ♡”
The signature she had sensed surely had to have been here… where did they go? She turns her head to face her left… now to her right… maybe it was flying, she assumed, so she raised her head to gaze above her– and yet there was nothing. It isn’t until she takes a glance at her own two feet that she sees the diminutive abomination Aragon called a Boca, occupying the space just before her.
“Five hells!“
… Ysabelle exclaims aloud, flinching uncharacteristically, taken aback at its horrid appearance. Without further hesitation, the creature begins to speak.

“Vincent has been captured by a Togabito from Hell. The throne is vacant, and I have a single prospect unless one of you is so bold enough to claim the title for yourself. He is calling the Espada and any Arrancar to converge in the New Las Noches castle, Just follow the light of the sun.”
Physically, she shows no signs in reaction to Vincent’s death however Ysabelle had weirdly appreciated the dwarf’s reign. While it was nothing a typical ruler should aspire to accomplish, his indifference in his Espadas’ actions allowed Ysabelle to roam unhindered, unbound by any decree and to live her own cursed life in her own cursed way; His lack of a presence in the desert would be missed. At the sudden call for a gathering, Ysabelle arches her brow… just what being in Hueco Mundo could dare to command Ysabelle Cervantes to make the long and pointless trek to Las Noches? A scoff escapes her, smirking at the foreign entity as it relayed this recorded message.
“Please, consume us, you'll need your strength to cross the desert.”
She innocuously squats down closer to the Boca, her knees jutting out before her and her skirt doing nothing to shroud what was once hidden underneath. Her arm extends out towards it, grasping it in her hand gently before bringing it closer to her, close enough to where she could easily spot all the disease and spoilage that riddled its tongue and singular eye. There was no way she could possibly consume this… on top of its unappetizing appearance, there were greater things to hunt and thankfully, this thing had just informed Ysabelle of where she could find it. With her devilish smirk still present, she parts her lips to give her awaited reply– no doubt the Boca expecting to pledge herself to this man she knew virtually nothing about. Yet in classic Ysabelle fashion, the girl has only one thing to say to him.
“Tell your single prospect… he can suck it!“
Her gentle grasp instantly tightens, crushing the Boca with one fluid flex. Whatever material this insect was made of seeps like liquid from between her sinewy fingers, hues of green, blue, but mainly black dripping from her closed fist. With a simple swipe of her hand to her left, she discards of the liquefied creature, now splattered across the ivory sands like goo. Ysabelle stares directly ahead, the artificial sun hovering above her like a beacon. She swiftly extends her knees back up and rises to her feet, rubbing her belly as before. With a sigh of assumed anticipation, the Segunda Espada nonchalantly begins her stroll to Las Noches. Thanks to Aragon’s pet, at least Ysabelle knew now if she followed the light of the sun, there was bound to be a better meal. She had just hoped it was a meal that wouldn’t make her so gassy.

 

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Max treads an aimless path through the Las Noches halls. He was the one who told Aragon to round up the Arrancar and Espada, however, he was nowhere near the meeting hall himself. This new, self-proclaimed, God-King wouldn't be late to his own meeting, would he? He just might considering how he is like a kid in a candy store, his eyes darting every which way. Las Noches was so much more than he remembered it being, though even back when it was nothing but ruins he found it beautiful and longed to serve it. Like a Phoenix, it has risen out of the sands and glows more brightly than it ever had before even within the confines of its walls everything seemed to sparkle. His fingers lightly glide along the wall feeling the texture press against his fingertips ever so subtly. A sense of calm washes over him, a feeling that is unknown but not unwelcomed to the Arrancar.
The palace slowly comes to life as the arriving Arrancar make themselves known in one way or another. The sound of something being struck reaches his ears, something structural was just knocked down. Surely these gathering Arrancar don't seek to do serious harm to their new home? One would think they would show more appreciation for such a brilliant revival for their seat of power in Hueco Mundo. He tries to pay it no mind but then there is another sound, the sound of something crashing through the ceiling like a stone launched from a trebuchet. He halts his pace, his brows furrow, and before he could turn and make his way to the Throne room something clings to his back. This something happened to be a person, a rather small female Arrancar who took it upon herself to latch onto Max.
"Hola, veo que eres nuevo por estas partes... Soy Elliora, ¿Y tú como te llamas? ¿Que tan alto eres? Eres impresionante, ¿lo sabes?"
She hits him with question after question all the while he was beginning to tense up. Something deep down inside of him didn't like the feeling of a person clinging to his back, he had the urge to throw her off or even slam his back into a wall to get her off. This sensation is primal, pure, and simple, there is no other way to describe how he is feeling. Her grip tightens and this is when his Reiatsu begins to show itself, Las Noches groans in agony from the pressure being exerted upon it, cracks slowly forming in the walls. Wandering hands find their way to his abdomen and this is when he begins to let out a low growl of displeasure, his Reiatsu intensifies causing chunks of the wall to pop out and hit the ground before being vaporized into thin air. After a while, she let go and began to buzz around him, he calms himself down at last. Why not shake her off sooner? Why didn't he act on his primal urges? Had he still been an Adjuchas he would have surely done it. It's this new form, this Arrancar form of his beckons to him. Something he had lost in life he had finally regained after almost one thousand years, humanity.
"Soy Maximiliano Zacarías."
His name is the only question he answers, the others were lost as his unease and primal instinct slowly blocked out everything else. He lifts his arm she is examining and swats her hand away.
"Me fascinas. Estoy entusiasmada para ver lo que realizes."
"I shall accomplish great things señora. However, all beginnings must be humilde and our new beginning shall be no different."
Presence of the God King
He walks into the throne room once the others had finally gathered and taken their seats. His Reiatsu weighs heavily upon them, just as it had done outside the throne room groans with cracks forming in the walls, table, seats, and the main throne itself. The prospect for God-King makes his way to the head of the table with confidence, there is not a shred of arrogance in his stride to the throne. Behind him, the doors that were knocked down along with the damaged roof begin to fix themselves. He smiles to see that his home is alright and there was no need for him to worry. There is no time wasted admiring his seat, he sits down and rests his left arm on the table, looking at those gathered in the room and at the table. His eyes fall upon each one of them who are seated or standing each person who locks eyes with him will feel a torrential downpour of this wild and chaotic Reiatsu. Just taking a breath may prove difficult along with verbal communication. Nic, had he not risen as Max walked in, would feel the worst of it as his sleepy and laxed nature would have him pushed through the table and into the ground. Those who staved off the effects of the Reiatsu with their own would be met with equal or more resistance from the prospect.
As cordial, kind, and respectful as Max may be he is still a Hollow. The law of Hueco Mundo is strength, kindness, and respect will only go so far and a being who is strength incarnate he knows these things all too well. His Reiatsu subsides a calming smile forms on his lips, a smile that is enough to disarm the unwary and insecure. With a gentle look on his face, he begins to speak to those gathered before him.
"Arrancar... Espada. I am Maximiliano Zacarías and I am your new God. I do not ask for worship and I do not ask for you to kneel. The strong do not do these things, the strong bow to no one. What I do ask is that you all follow me, follow me so that we may lay waste to the Quincy who irrespetado (Disrespected) our race centuries ago and went unpunished. I ask for you to follow me so that we may harvest the powers of those Fullbringers for our selves. I ask that you follow me... So that we may annihilate the Shinigami and build a new Las Noches atop their bones. So, any questions, amigos?"

 

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The realm was completely devoid of any weather patterns as well as the winds, which were already near nonexistent. For most this wouldn't be a place they would run to and be happen that they were here, no. This was a place that was steeped in death and carnage. Hueco Mundo’s long history of violence preceded itself and needed little introduction, the place simply reeked of bad intention. The white dunes of the desert were vast and seemed nigh endless, they say if you walked Hueco Mundo long enough you'd have ended up walking aimlessly for the rest of your miserable existence. Assuming you didn’t know your way around of course. For any hollow who dwelled here, they knew the corners of the realm better than anyone, and suitably so. As most grew from lesser versions of themselves, and evolved into the GIllian Class of Menos, then afterward, the Adhucha stange, much stronger but also vastly smaller in appearance. Then finally, the Vasto Lorde. Potentially the most powerful breed of hollow to ever be born, they all dwelled here in the blanket of white sand.
An entity could be seen walking through the sand, surefooted, but with no immediate drive to get to his destination. He believed that one would call this ”the scenic route”. However, his mistress had left him behind. Much quicker than he, she took off insearch of new scents and bodies to potentially feed on. He could never tell what kind of mood she would be in, she was the essence of a wildcard. Using the Garganta she made and took off in it, leaving behind her loyal subject. To walk. He’d never been to Las Noches before, but he’d heard stories and passed by it inadvertently while he was still a lesser Hollow in those days and wouldn’t have been invited to live with the esteemed Arrancar. But they were all dead now, and he was much more powerful than he was before. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets, the dunes of sand malleable underneath his steps, sinking under the weight of his body with every move. His face had little to offer in information, staring blankly into the black and white void. Ellie wouldn’t be too hard to find, this happens fairly often as she takes off to find new fun everywhere she went. They spoke about returning to Las Noches recently as there had been a gargantuan shift in spiritual power recently, reverberating throughout the sands and potentially between worlds. Ellie took note of this and sought to investigate, leaving him in the World of the Living as they were partaking in some dinner.
His black hair was slightly unkempt from the previous hunt but this was little of his concern at the present moment. His long white hooded robe dragged itself slightly against the dunes, creating a trail and masking his previous footsteps, he wore no shirt underneath revealing a chiseled physique and a hollow hole in the direct center of his chest just underneath the clavicles. He could have been considered handsome by some women but his nature didn't allow him to get close with very many, interestingly enough, upon meeting women he tends only to greet himself and say little to them afterwards despite their obvious interest. Unlike the traditional arrancar, he wears long white pants with a singular black stripes running down the sides akin to a pair of Addidas sweatpants. He also wore his white shoes which almost matched the sands that he was walking on. Aside from his dark complexion, and white forehead appendage he was a fairly regular looking person. Unbeknownst to his actual identity.
”....Not sure how she expects me to find her if she's suppressed her energy in such a manner. Cada día es una búsqueda del tesoro con un nuevo estilo…”
(every day is a new style scavenger hunt)
He kept his blade close by, although it wasn’t visible to others including himself, but he knew where to draw it in the case that it was entirely necessary. He felt no violent beings for miles of his direct position, although an odd gathering of spiritual pressure was taking place just due east of his position. He quickly stopped walking and looked in that direction to find nothing there for miles but he figured that if he followed this flare up then he might find his mistress. He then saw something that piqued his interest, a small floating entity in the shape of a sphere black in color and it would seem to have a great deal of puss and other squeamish attributes to make your stomach turn. The Lizard honed in on this graphic creature and it bore a face, not only that, a mouth as well. ”Gross. What is that creature…?” he thought to himself. After making eye contact, it slowly made its way over to the Arrancar, he readied himself for any violence to take place. He doubted he could even best his Reiatsu, but only actions will allow him to find out if this was true. It appeared that the disgusting creature could speak, as it stopped just short of the Arrancar without imposing any violent natures towards him, so far so good he assumed. He wasn’t in the mood to exert himself anyway.

"Vincent has been captured by a Togabito from hell, The throne is vacant, and I have a single prospect unless one of you is so bold enough to claim the title for yourself. He is calling the Espada and any Arrancar to converge in the New Las Noches castle, Just follow the light of the sun. Please, consume us, you'll need your strength to cross the desert.”
The arrancar's eyebrows raise and his eyes narrow, all in one swift facial motion. He looked up to the so-called sun and found that he was not led astray, there was indeed a bright hurling star in the bleak sky of this decaying world. An odd sight, normally only a phasing moon would be in the blck expanse but it would seem that some vibrancy is being brought to Hueco Mundo. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. He looked back directly at the creature, albeit he didn’t like the view, he knew what it spoke was the truth. It was also obvious that someone else was also looking to take the reigns of God-King. Here’s hoping he doesn’t get enslaved as well, there was a lot of thatgoingon since the Quincies showed up and ruined everything. ”I am...not eating this.” was all he could think, but he decided it would be more useful that hindering.
”Follow me to Las Noches, and make sure that I’m going the right way. If not, you’ll find that it’ll be more than your existence that becomes ugly.”
Changing course, he begins walking once more and even without the employed use of his Pesquisa he discerns that there are more than several individuals with well-above average spiritual prowess, most likely Arrancar. ”Is this where you’ve gone, Ellie?” he could only think. This was the only place that she could have gone to, but he would be unsure of what he’d find. Nonetheless the Arrancar employed the use of his Sonido to quickly travel across the white plain, where he would soon be reunited with his mistress with the black spherical creature following close behind.

 

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Sniff...sniff...slurp...achoo!
The sounds of a predator large frame shifted through the sands of Huecos Mundo, scurrying to find something lingering in the air, but what? He continued to sniff the sands attempting to pick up the trail of what interested him so greatly and sent him scouting the skies to discover with such eagerness. He sniffed the sounds with such big whiff that he accidentally inhaled way to much sand followed by a loud sneeze that broke the silence that surrounded him. His tongue lapped out at the air tasting the energy that lingered within it when his maw instantly curled into such an ear to ear menacing grin. What Izeel searched for was finally discovered at first caused him to grimace because the energy he tasted burned away his taste buds, along with the presence of three other energy sources that lingered with each tasting very delectable and distinct.
"Now let me discover what left such alluring presence shall we..."
He started to cackle in a very ominous way with a low growl resonating from his diaphragm than in one blurred motion blood splattered the sands. The sound of his now severed scorpion tail flopped on the ground limply, but it didn't stay that way for long. His tail soon started to wiggle around similar to worm two halves moving about once bisected, though in Izeel case this was something much different. Chunks of the tail started to separate before gradually taking shape into strange caterpillar-like creatures born from his flesh. Ten in number happened to be created from his tail with each one of them being a fragment of his reiryoku, harboring 5% of his spiritual energy. In hive mind, they all turned to look up at Izeel hulking form receiving the mental command to gather as much information on what happened in this location. Just like that his bugs antennae twitched around while five of them burrowed into the ground fanning outwards, and seconds after, Izeel eyes glossed over with flickering silver energy. Normally, what would have taken an entire day to gather was sped up to a matter of hours with the transmitted residual memories playing in his mind like a movie of the most recent event that took place here.

"So this is what got all of them all riled up huh? Who would have thought I ever get the chance to dissect such a beautiful specimen?! Please do return Mr. Togabito because when you do I'll be sure to wait with all my precious tools...hmm wait, what do we have here..."
Izeel paused for a few seconds watching the last few minutes of the event play out where Aragon opened up the Garganta pulling out the arm to give for Max to eat. He snickered quietly at this sight followed by a low growl when the memory of the event ended with them heading to Los Noches to rally their forces. Whatever the case may be for such actions against this threat the other thing that managed to captivate his attention enough to go make a grand entrance, and introduce himself was the comment said; "History is something we Hollow don't tend to keep track of, with all the constant infighting and such. However, being alive for close to a thousand years I can say I know a good deal about our history, even the history that precedes my birth."
Before taking his leave of the area this magnificent event had taken place Izeel approached the specific area where the togabito made his exit at. To anybody else, this was just empty space, of once were a hell gate belonged. Though for somebody of such an inquisitive mind he trained himself to see beyond what just appeared before could detect the anomaly of where now the border between Hell, and Hueco Mundo have been made. Izeel took the time to study the patterns of the environment that been altered and how the Hell Gate managed to thin the veil between the two worlds to breach into their territory. With all this lovely information now sitting in his head, he gained further knowledge on how to eventually invade into hell if they ever needed too or even way to reverse the weakened boundary to drag him back from where he came. All that was needed is the technology to accomplish this and from the memory he viewed believed the one called Aragon was going to help him achieve this. Now that he gathered all he needed the insects crawled up his body begin fusing back to where his stub of a tail was regrowing his tail fully to its splendor.
His wings sprawled from his shoulder blades immediately expanding outwards to their full length. He let out a very excited roar kicking off the ground with such force caused a bunch of dust to be kicked up in the air with his ascent into the skies. Not long after with his destination to Los Noches set in mind he spotted a strange floated morsel below thinking this was just fast food snack for the road. Nose diving down rapidly in one fell swoop the grotesque golem got snatched out the air and now pincered between his two claws about to pop it in his mouth when he heard the relayed message. He chewed on this unique thing curiously examine its texture like bubble gum, but never chomping down hard enough to destroy it.

"Vincent has been captured by a Togabito from hell, The throne is vacant, and I have a single prospect unless one of you is so bold enough to claim the title for yourself. He is calling the Espada and any Arrancar to converge in the New Las Noches castle, Just follow the light of the sun. Please, consume us, you'll need your strength to cross the desert.”
"If you tell me everything you know about your demented creator, I promise to dissect you into lots of pieces than eat you slowly while you are still alive."
With this new strange discovery, Izeel anticipation of arriving at Los Noches only skyrocketed, and flew there at his maximum speed possible. What interesting people awaited him he could only imagine and along the way left a nice trail of carved up bodies hollows he came across that help left bread crumbs to his partner Alfa on where he was headed next, but just in case that wasn't clear enough he took the liberty to carve the name 'Los Noches' in the most recent hollow he came across. He knew if he played his cards right this new so-called king of Hueco Mundo and he would be able to benefit from one another, broadening both of their worlds.

 

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It didn’t take long to ride the ivory dunes of the desert. Along with his newfound ugly spherical companion, the journey was quite easy as the creature acted as a form of beacon towards his destination. The Arrancar was swift, soft footed was a better term he would say as in the small moment that you would potentially see his body flash by along the dunes, he would appear as if he were walking normally. He placed all of his leg power into his lower half, enough so that he would propel himself forward and continuously keep pace with the ever changing desert surface. At this rate, it wouldn’t take very long until he reached the castle known as Las Noches, but with every passing step, he felt the several signatures that all dwelled in the one area grow, none of them were familiar as he knew the exact one he was looking for.
The closer he got to Las Noches the brighter the area around him got, it was a strange sight for him to fathom. He knew his home to be dark and distrustful with very little light or pomp to its appearance, this was how he knew times were changing especially for the Arrancar. Over the horizon, he saw a tip of…something. Unable to place it from his range, he let his natural vision work in his favor, allowing his eyes to adjust to the ever changing brightness as he swiftly sailed across the ivory sea of sand. His vision quickly acted, adjusted to the brightness and now enhancing his immediate vision, he makes out a wide, white upper level of what would potentially be the only form of architecture in all of Hueco Mundo. The closer he got, the more the sands revealed and the larger the structure got. A clean looking building, it looked fresh from construction. It must have been, the old Las Noches wasn’t nearly as decadent. Whosoever moved into its bodice in recent years, has done fairly well with the place. A stairway zigged and zagged up to the immediate entrance, and even before that, a courtyard gate waiting to welcome any ’visitors’ the inhabitants may entertain. The sun sat comfortably atop the castle and directly in the middle of an aesthetically pleasing way. It was odd how good a place filled with monsters lived, strange even.

He soon stopped short after getting a glimpse of its entire majesty, he wasn’t sure what to make of it personally, he wasn’t sure if he even cared in any regard other than if this place contained Elliora or not. That's all who he was here for. Without turning to the black creature he asked it a simple question to confirm his thoughts and other suspicions.
”Es Asi, Las Noches?”
(Is that it)
Simply. His voice wasn’t tired but he was slightly over the hunt his mistress had put him on, wasn’t the first nor would it be the last he was sure. The creature confirmed the location and now it would seem that the game would come to a close. The reiryoku inside made him stop and stink as to what he should expect upon his arrival, he was neither ally nor foe. But he was interested in who might the God-King end being. He figured that Elliora should take the mantle but he knew better than anyone that such titles were never her focus, nor motivation. Power validation suited neither of them. He sussed out everyone inside, one was familiar but without visual confirmation he had little to go on. Few people came to mind, he could only hope it wasn’t Him. He wasn’t sure if he could handle a monologue at the moment. Figuring it best to conceal his physical presence and spiritual prowess, he suppresses his own reiryoku while also transmuting his body to match the surroundings around him. His arms, legs and head soon blend with the sky and sands as well as the winds, all the while taking up space invisible to the naked eye.
He began his journey once more, grabbing hold of the sickening sphere in which that guided him, and stuffed it into his pocket. It wouldn't be long until he reached the inside, unnoticed. He scaled the stairs for a while without Sonido, until he got tired of taking it step by step and reached the initial castle entrance within seconds. He entered without any blowback. The long hall was all he could see. White. White was also the only thing he could see, he was a little tired of it but having anything vibrant here in these walls would look more out of place than the Sun sitting atop the castle outside. He could hear voices, they’d boom the closer he got, and the closer he got he stepped with much more care, till’ eventually he made no sound with his footsteps all. He was now lurking through las Noches, rounding multiple corners and hitting many dead ends before finding what would look like the meeting Hall.
There he saw the brethren. Multiple Arrancar arrived to heed the call of their last God-King going missing, Abraam recognized none but two. His mistress could be found next to a large pale white Arrancar with long, dark hair as well as a sinisterly large physique. It would appear she had just introduced herself to him, meaning that she was enjoying herself in the company of all of these other creatures. He sighed out of slight relief, things could have easily gone entirely in the other direction otherwise if they didn’t moderately entertain her random whims. The other he recognized was a Hollow whom he had worked alongside before, another companion of Elliora’s who favors her deeply, potentially more so than Abraam himself. The amber haired Enrico was present, and sitting down in an ivory chair taking in the scene. He had a smug grin on his face, he always looked so pleased with himself he thought. He never rubbed him the wrong way, but his monologues tended to be very well winded.
Other Arrancar littered the table, a pink haired woman also sat at the table looking at everyone, her eyes were interestingly unmatched. He hadn’t seen anyone with such an affliction in near three hundred years. A long braid was her more defining feature, and a mask. She looked petite while sitting down, he wondered if she boasted large potential as her seemingly quiet nature was all he could take away from first glance. He was currently sizing up the room, more males littered the halls as one pale blue haired male was sitting near dead asleep while the others introduced themselves. So far, he liked him the most. Moving on to the final two he had observed was a smaller darker skinned arrancar with glasses and interesting hair. He had a serious look to him, he wondered if he suffered from a Napoleon complex. Then his gaze brought him to the Seven foot black and white haired arrancar standing off to the side of the others. He wasn’t sure why but there was an urge to mess around with him as if he were a poltergeist, his face bothered him and his hair was reminiscent of a large skunk. Sniffing out his personal prowess, he felt it very poor for an Arrancar, he smelled of a coward. Not that he disliked them, but he hated the pose and stance he took in the face of all these other beings in this room. He wanted to frighten him. Quickly and quietly, he made his way into the room, more than likely still undetected by spiritual prowess or via the naked eye, and sauntered his way over to the black and white haired Arrancar. Circling his body and then carefully leaning closely to the body so that he won't be immediately alerted, but so that he would have most certainly felt his presence upon the back of his neck.
”Why don’t you run away so the real monsters can discuss things, perro mojado.”
(Wet dog)
He whispered. Then quickly moved away before he could even be detected, standing next to the seat where the pink haired Arrancar had sat. He looked at the back of the chair as it bore the number ‘5’ on it, taking stock of the other chairs, he saw that they were all numbered as well. These must’ve been the Espada chairs. Shrugging, he soon takes his place in the chair in between the Fourth and the Sixth Espada chair. He sat in a manner that wouldn't physically move or alert the room and the chair. Having his hands to his face and awaiting the next words to be spoken, he waited patiently before potentially revealing himself.