[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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She had laid herself back into her chair, trying to find comfort as things started to dull down, for the time being. Watching everyone, studying their faces so closely, waiting to see what one would do to another. With this much pride and ego in this one room it would certainly build tension between one another. Her eyes had shifted upon Galia noting that he was visibly , he had fired off several spikes at what appeared to be nothing. Someone else here? Or was he just a madman waiting to happen, either way she sent out a small pulse; only picking up on a faint signature on the chair beside her. Her eyes shifted over to the seemingly empty chair.
“I have to commend you for your ability to cover your reiatsu with ease.”
She spoke loud enough for the new 5th espada to hear. It was at this point that the would-be God King would make his presence known with his reiatsu, weighing down upon everything. Causing cracks to form on every surface as he walked towards the throne of Las Noches. To this she kept her eyes upon him, and in doing so. She made eye contact with him, before she felt the full weight of his reiatsu pour down her. It was almost as if he himself was holding her underneath water, making it difficult to breath. Her reiatsu rose to try and stave it off but was met with more by the potential God King. He only stopped once he started his speech. To this she once again looked around catching the sight of Nicolas and though he transformed into his Resurreción.
"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?"
Interesting choice, to go after a dying race and to devour those who cling to hollow like powers. All before going after the shinigami. A bold outline for sure, but one that seemed far too problematic. It was at this point her attention was turned towards Aragon. He had just finished crushing a Boca, before releasing himself into his Resurrección. To this the room began to change around to allow light to pour in. But it kept on growing brighter and brighter by the second before finally a hollow busted through ceiling. Not just any hollow, a Vasto lorde; one as bright as the sun itself. Bringing with him a warmth that felt more natural then the one that had been up in the sky previously. Then another hollow would come in through the doors; speaking about a past that had changed the course of Hueco Mundo forever. However, at this current moment it was unnecessary.
" So, Shall we begin? As Max stated, We need our first front to be the Quincy. I hate to admit it, but the Shinigami still have the Captain that cut us down. Most of you are too young to remember this. The Shinigami are currently too powerful for us to take on, we need more Arrancar and we can use the Human world for this to happen. Max can explain more."
"Really!? This is your divine display? A sun that looks like the nether regions of a human and a 'God King' that believes someone such as myself weak enough to fall victim to his Reiatsu? Even Vincent wasn't foolish enough to believe a simple show of power would be enough to contain me. Hahaha! I can't help but be fascinated by all of this! Elliora, my love, my Queen, what do you make of this?"
Entertainment at its finest, as the false king’s anger showed once more. He mocked the creations of the Tres Espada, and the God kings show of power. While his beloved queen had toyed with others before speaking her truth at outline of a plan that the Would-be God King laid out.
“Knock it off!”
The moment he spoke she felt everything shake around her, no doubt it was the young arrancar’s abilities were about to show. And show they did as the spikes came flying up from everything that had a surface in this room. Yet still she sat in her chair as comfortable as she could. Once those spikes came flying out it only took milliseconds for her skin to change to steel. It was for the most part instinct to for her body to change. Once the spikes came out they would break on contact, as she merely sat there.
"Yall are being so rude; I want to hear what Max and Aragon ha-”
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A slow clap had been brought out from her; each one sounding like someone was slapping metal together. Only in Las Noches can one get this much amusement, Tensions were high, but to be so bold as to attack the Espadas? Tell them to shut up and listen? No this wasn’t Hueco Mundo’s way. Only the strong rule, and the would be king knew this, by displaying his power.
“You clearly have no idea how Las Noches works do you child. In this room lies the strongest arrancar currently existence. For centuries we had fought to get to this point. Do you think that your little outburst would change any outcome of this meeting?”
Any spikes around her would be break from the swing of her halberd, to allow her to gaze upon the room, as no doubt each and every single one of these Arrancar or hollow would deal with these spikes in their own manner. A delightful sight before she turned her attention back to the would be god king.
“You, the would-be God King only gave us a outline of your plan. However, it seems far to ambitious. How do we know that the shinigami will use this as an opportunity to wipe out both of our factions? How will we know that we will get stronger hollows from mere humans? The world of the living is filled with weak souls that can barely hold themselves as is. They would make weak hollows only suitable for a light snack if you could even call it that.”
She had bit her tongue as they were only given an outline of what is to come, she was curious for sure, but not foolish enough to blindly follow without knowing all the details provided. So far, this king had proven he can exert his reiatsu, which in alone had her intrigued. If he were to show more, she would more than likely follow him.
Her two-toned eye stared at max waiting for his response, while she herself had readied her pesquisa, waiting for anyone or anything to come towards her. She did not want to made an example of when questioning a king.

 

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The magnitude of Reiatsu seemed to grow dramatically stronger with each step that Alfa and Mudo took, the feeling of such dense spiritual pressure left a tingly feeling throughout their body, but the smell of such Reiatsu was intoxicating beyond what they had predicted. This smell however was not of a single being, though each one of them had the spiritual pressure and smell of a hollow, each one was distinct in its scent, and among them was Izeel, the hollow that Alfa and Mudo had been tracking. Most people, hollow or otherwise, would steer clear from Las Noches and this swell of increasingly powerful spiritual power as it typically meant danger and death to those who were far too weak, or simply met one of the Arrancar on a bad day. The rules of Las Noches were few but they were absolute and though neither Alfa nor Mudo knew what all these rules might be, there was one rule that every hollow, even in the farthest reaches of Hueco Mundo and the Menos Forest, knew; rule by strength, if your not strong, then your dead. This was a rule that echoed throughout the whole of Hueco Mundo, but it was much more prevalent in Las Noches, as every being that resided within its halls could argue themselves as the strongest and would love to prove it to any who thought otherwise.
”Ahh this smells delicious, I don’t think we have ever gotten a whiff of such power, and all in one place!”
~Remember your place, little brother, you know most of them are far more trouble than they are worth, regardless of how good they might smell.~
”Don’t worry, LITTLE sister, I haven’t lost my head to my stomach just yet, but we are gonna have to get something to eat after this.”
~You still plan to go in there even with all of THAT going on? I am pretty sure there used to be a sun in the area and if you hadn’t noticed, LITTLE brother, it’s gone..~
”How many times do I have to tell you, I am the big one, your short, deal with it. And maybe they just turned the sun off or something?”
~Urggg, that’s not how sun’s work you imbecile.~
”Hey, words hurt alright, don’t see me calling you names.”
Much like the rest of her words, she left the argument there with an inaudible but exaggerated sigh of annoyance and defeat, knowing full well how Alfa could get sometimes. She needed to stay on her figurative toes anyways, keeping her eyes watching Alfa’s back to make sure none followed or took the opportunity to attack them from behind, an unlikely circumstance while Alfa was in motion but one to be wary of nonetheless. Mudo knew it wasn’t being followed or attacked from behind that she had to worry about, it was once they entered the scene and were face to face with the Arrancar that she was to worry about. Nevertheless, there was nothing she could do until they got there, only sit and wait and keep her eyes open while there.
Now closing in on Hueco Mundo's most iconic castle, Alfa slowed his pace just a little bit, putting his focus on suppressing his spiritual power, teamed with Mudo’s assistance, causing their Reiatsu to seemingly blink out of all existence in under a second. Their ability to conceal themselves was truly superb, though more a product of having two consciousnesses to focus on the ability at the same time. Mudo was damn good with concealing their Reiatsu after being the primary one to focus on the ability between the two, and Alfa is pretty good in his own right, but when working together they make it near impossible to track their spiritual pressure, especially through any typical means. This mastery in concealment would allow Alfa and Mudo to get closer to the room where everyone was without being noticed, and once they got close enough to see the windows that dotted the outside of the room, they knew exactly how they were going to get in.
Moving around to the other side of the room and jumping in to stand on the window sill almost opposite of the familiar Izeel with mild hopes that he would be the first to notice if anybody at all, Alfa and Mudo both gazed over the rubble and spike filled room, studying each individual currently in the room despite their the weight of their spiritual pressure bearing down on him, forcing Alfa to flex every every muscle in his body just to keep from falling from his feet.
A pink haired female with a mask covering her nose and mouth, her eyes two different colors, one purple and the other pink, seemed to be waiting patiently in her chair, staring at the man at the front of the table. Then there was an male arrancar with a black fohawk sorta hair, seeming to have just got done telling everyone to shut up and chill out, but in a more grandiose way. Next was the male with long blue-hair, showing a hint of disinterest in the power plays that many were trying to pull, despite his own power in the room flexing itself, though perhaps not to it’s fullest. A purple-haired Vasto Lorde stood literally on the center of the table, all sorts of rubble from the buildings roof piled up around him, at least until the spikes forced his movement. Then there was the blonde-haired male and the black-haired female he seemed so close to, though their power was clear, Alfa could hear Mudo in his thoughts telling him to watch out for those two, as they seemed particularly malicious in nature. Then there was a man with a purple cape of sorta and golden horns, exuding a fairly exaggerated spiritual power, one that Alfa and Mudo could both see was only a fraction of what he was capable of. There was another Arrancar, a male with short black hair and an almost plate-like mask piece on his forehead, sitting at one of the chairs at the table. But the man at the front of the table was the one that Alfa knew to look out for before anyone else, just by the way some of the Arrancar were acting, they could both tell that this guy had to be the Godking, if his spiritual pressure alone wasn’t proof enough.
After looking over the large gathering of terrifyingly powerful monsters, Alfa and Mudo kept focusing their spiritual pressure down to the nonexistent levels they were known for, thinking that all the power being thrown around was perfect cover to lay-low and go unnoticed. They both knew this tactic wouldn’t last long, but maybe long enough so they could get a better read on the situation and why exactly Izeel wanted to come here of all places, though even if they had noticed before that, Alfa would just need to ensure he doesn’t get on the bad side of any of one, at least not yet. Though it seemed many of the players at this meeting had little interested besides their own, there were a few who were here for the business and were possibly just as curious as Alfa about what all was going on that needed so many powerful individuals, though Alfa and Mudo’s interests may have been slightly different than the others.

 

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Not sure of what to make of those present in the room. He was sure that he might’ve been late to...whatever this was. A gathering of particularly strong individuals, one in which had aspirations of taking over as the God-King of Hueco Mundo. He was sure that Vincent hadn’t even grown cold in his possible grave yet, and already usurpers and fanatics with a dire lust for power and crave the attention of supposed like-minded individuals...who are only going to end up plotting for your death anyway to take over. ”And so the cycle continues…” was all the Lagarto (Lizard) could think. The circle. An endless cycle that continues and plagues Hueco Mundo and all the creatures that it inhabits, most could be loyal and serve under one singular ruler should he be powerful enough. But was such another being so easy to find? The weight of the supposed reiatsu exuded from the want-to-be God of the ivory desert was quite impressive, marvelous in its power, he felt the absolution within its quake. Alaas like the other Arrancar it would appear as if Abraam, was very unimpressed.
He could flex his own reiatsu as well as this wannabe could, probably even better considering he had a lesser pool of it and has learned to hone what he is capable of doing, even on a much more acute level. With his already erect reiryoku masking his physical presence, as well as suppressing his own reiatsu signature he was left with nothing but his Hierro. But it was rather powerful for his skin. It could be considered steel-like in layman terms, the force of this so-called power merely dented the surface of his skin at best, leaving bruises along the shoulders and upper back area of his body. His Regeneration would quickly act, recovering from any injuries he sustained. This was a small matter to the Lagarto. Before taking his seat, he noticed that the tall arrancar did show some level of ferocity. While still unable to visualize Abraam, out of instinct he semi-protruded multiple smaller spikes from his body. Aimed in no particular direction as he was indeed blind, this was a certain display of “stay away”. He would’ve easily been able to dodge the spikes by simply observing the growth patterns rise off of his skin indicating where the spikes would originate from. Leaning back and taking his right foot back with him to grant additional space. Sliding outward away from the Skunk headed Arrancar, he began to walk to the aforementioned ‘5’ seat at the Espada table with no further word or quarrel.
Although it seemed there were many characters in this particular circus the main performers were indeed Elliora and Enrico. Little did one might want to admit to it, both were quite eccentric and very outspoken. They feared little, and nobody cared. For good reason, powerful in their own rights they had every reason to perform a conquest just like any other Arrancar. One could easily pursue to become the God-King much like this Maximilliano fellow. What was to stop Abraam from doing so, other than his overall unmotivated persona? Though to the chagrin of his ears and sensibility, Enrico would go on to voice his own…concerns about the state of the title God-King.
”Really!? This is your divine display? A sun that looks like the nether regions of a human and a 'God King' that believes someone such as myself weak enough to fall victim to his Reiatsu? Even Vincent wasn't foolish enough to believe a simple show of power would be enough to contain me. Hahaha! I can't help but be fascinated by all of this! Elliora, my love, my Queen, what do you make of this?"
His position and control over his reiryoku unchanged, masked by pure ivory and blending in with the objects in the scene taking on their very shape as well. He sat calmly, expression, unchanged. His hands were to his mouth just underneath his nose with his elbows resting on the table before him. Silently observing every individual in this room. He looked to Elliora after the first act was completed. Still performing her random acts of admiration, he made her way over to the far to relaxed blue-haired Arrancar towards the bottom of the table. Offering her lap as a suitable place to lay his head while the festivities continued.
”Look, Max, as Aragon calls you — since you're both good friends, y'know. I don't particularly care for how you present yourself. Your entire speech, it lacks the arrogance that a rightful King should have. The air of superiority... You simply lack it! I don't know exactly why you've decided to go against the Quincy, but I can appreciate such a smart ploy. From one King to someone claiming to be a 'God-King,' take my advice when I say that maybe you shouldn't be so quick to order me of all people around. I came here to see what all the fuss was about, but this, really!? I'm honestly quite shocked. Everything you speak of can be done whenever I please, Arrancar.”
It would appear as if Enrico has a large opinion (as always) of how the state of affairs are being run within the land of the dead souls.His need to have everything and anything was unbecoming in Abraam’s eyes. He touted him to be powerful, without question but his personality did indeed clash with his own. However he couldn’t find anything wrong in his statements, everything he spoke of was correct.
”Alright, I won't be calling you 'God-King,' nor do I recognize you as such. However, you are a tactician, I, Enrico Echeverría recognize that, at least. You have power, but it isn't enough to make me really listen to your orders. Perhaps you can make a more enticing offer? I do fancy souls that are aged. Do you have any to offer a true King, Max? If not, then I'll be departing momentarily, you mongrel."
As the painful monologuing would continue, his attention was caught by the mistress in which he had come for. Appearing suddenly in front of him, he wasn’t sure if she even possibly knew what she was smelling or if she truly thought that he was present. Once she lifted her arm and pointed her finger toward the left pupil of his eye, he assumed she had an inclination as to who the scent belonged to. He waited for her to poke him, he would’ve allowed it and then turned back to allow himself to be seen but that moment would never come to pass.
”As Max stated, We need our first front to be the Quincy. I hate to admit it, but the Shinigami still have the Captain that cut us down. Most of you are too young to remember this. The Shinigami are currently too powerful for us to take on, we need more Arrancar and we can use the Human world for this to happen. Max can explain more.”

A swift transformation in her face occurred, not unlike any he had seen before. He was completely unfazed with this sight, in fact he liked seeing the transitions of her emotions and moods. But remained indifferent about whichever one came to house her psyche. A grin would slowly creep across his face, now they had awakened her. What was to follow, who knew? He could only watch as the Second Act would soon be underway. Words spoken by a freshly transformed Arrancar, his eyes slightly open in intrigue. What was he supposed to make of this sudden and unprovoked transformation? Slowly lowering his arms to rest upon the table itself, he allowed his body to remain nimble at any given time as he felt this to turn into a potentially hostile situation. Nearly in the same instance as the dark skinned Arrancar had transformed, out of reaction it would appear as if the blue-haired sleepy one had finally found something to awaken to. How positive was this situation turning out for everyone, he wasn’t sure. He thought this was supposed to be a gathering of like-minded individuals who share one thing in common; a lust for power. Elliora would make way for his lap after expressing her own opinion on Hueco Mundo’s state of affairs, gracefully landing in the Tercera’s seat.
It was obvious that they all craved this, in different ways than others. One Arrnacar he couldn’t make a large opinion of was the pixie esque Arrancar sitting beside him. She was very calm given the hostility surrounding the situation at hand. Even going as far as potentially deduce that there was another person sitting next to her in the empty chair. He looked over to her, while moving ever so slightly without revealing himself taking refuge in the seat. He wanted to thank her for her astute observation of his prowess in espionage. But wasn’t sure if he was able to trust this one as of yet. Not long after, he would see a slight decrease in overall light within the room that housed these monsters. Shortly after, a crash would occur caving in the ceiling of the castle and allowing yet another individual to enter in unannounced. His entrance did indeed have flair to it, the rubble coming down and damaging the room further, and there would now be two skylights in the ceiling. ”How did the first one get there…? Isn’t this place brand new?”. Changing his thought process back to the intruder of the meeting, it appeared to be a long, dark-haired individual. Still primal in its appearance, as it bore a full white mask over its humanoid features and body. Landing upon this sturdy table which had Elliora once upon it, and now the transformed monster boar was standing on it as well. Everyone was on their toes, quick to not accept a slight under any form. These were very strong-willed Arrancar.
However it seemed that someone didn’t think so much of this situation to be as entertaining as Abraam did. The skunk headed fool of an Arrancar appeared to have lost his temper and revealed his powers alongside whosoever he wished to “listen” to. Along with the Napoleon, The boar, and the would be God-King they have all made the error in revealing their hidden potential so early among those who would not know their power otherwise. Easily tricking themself into thinking they may have an advantage or edge but only coming up flat in the face of real terror. Shimmering along the walls would occur and even the table itself, he felt a considerable energy leak from the caveman. Out of instinct the Arrancar leaped out of his chair in the same moment multiple spikes would protrude from every solid surface. After the leap, using his wonderful vision to source out all the incoming spikes being erected from the halls of Las Noches. Two to the right, one to the left and using his flexible control over his body to gracefully turn slightly over sixty degrees behind him was enough to spo the three spikes aimed for his back. The first right spike missed as he performed the turn, using his left hand he grabbed hold of the moving solid and landed on top of it. Then using his Sonido to avoid being skewered by the three-way deadlock of pointed weaponry, darting past them in a whirlwind fashion leaving the spikes intertwined with one another mid-air.
He landed towards the entrance and stood unbothered, still under his unique natural cloaking he blended well with the room and given the amount of chaos that ensued, no one would’ve still known of his immediate presence within the room. Never letting up in his focus and keen attention to detail of how the room should have been portrayed.
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Odd timing after his invisible display of gymnastics. He soon found the maker of the sudden applause, as it was the pink haired Arrancar who seemed to have found something considerably, entertaining. But what? It couldn’t have been Abraam, could it? However it would appear she also had some concerns to express. Given the amount of trouble caused by this lot, he imagined the “God-King” to be growing tired of these antics.
”You clearly have no idea how Las Noches works do you child. In this room lies the strongest arrancar currently in existence. For centuries we had fought to get to this point. Do you think that your little outburst would change any outcome of this meeting? You, the would-be God King only gave us an outline of your plan. However, it seems far too ambitious. How do we know that the shinigami will use this as an opportunity to wipe out both of our factions? How will we know that we will get stronger hollows from mere humans? The world of the living is filled with weak souls that can barely hold themselves as is. They would make weak hollows only suitable for a light snack if you could even call it that.”
Without missing a beat, breaking all the spikes that came within contact of her person, utilizing that large halberd assumedly to be her zanpakuto, a rather large device for such a small creature. Sure enough, she displayed her skill with the long weapon soundly escaping certain death had she taken at least even one misplaced strike upon her body. She seemed to also have spoken the truth, honesty was something that seemed to be easy to come by with this lot of Arrancar, not one single person who aired their opinions seemed to have had a positive opinion of this gathering or of the would be leader that gathered them here. It all seemed as if it would be a waste of time trying to get any of them to work together. Especially after the hostile welcoming of a certain skunk-haired idiot. His suspicions seemed to have been found with that one in particular, a coward he was not. A tonta (fool) he was. Of all the monsters in her he was the weakest in spiritual output, this took no genius to deduce. Abraam normally never liked to be the one to dole out the consequence but this time he saw very little choice in the matter, as he slowly but surely stopped the suppressing of his reiryoku and began the building of his reiatsu forming in the middle of his chest. A random dark green glow would appear across the room in the eyes of the other Arrancar. Taking little time to form the sufficient amount of energy required, he quickly fired a broad range Cero aimed for the user of the spikes. The cero was fast and wide as well as it was destructive, easily vaporising any and all solids in its path. Travelling over the table of where the Espada would be standing and sitting, if unable to see this maneuver coming they would have met the same fate as the quickly vanishing furniture.
Assuming this Arrancar hadn’t found an efficient way to dodge this blast accordingly, he would have either surely met his fate, and have been blasted through the walls of the castle landing out to the sands of Hueco Mundo with ensuring injuries. Shortly after the blast's conclusion and dissipation, Ese Lagarto would finally make his appearance known by allowing those in the room to take sight of the person who fired the Cero. His face was blank, he cared little for the creature he fired it at and assumed no one would miss it anyway. Placing his hands in his pockets he would then turn on his heels and walk away from the chamber to await Elliora outside.

 

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Is this what the furthest step of evolution was about? A bunch of Arrancar putting on contests of who was the strongest like a group of barbarians. Getting to lay witness to Arrancar first hand he was not entirely impressed so far, yes the power increase was very intriguing. In his eyes seemed most of them still were trapped in the mentality of only knowing how to respond to situations with violence. For whatever reason, the Arrancar who looked less prepared to be around such individuals seemed to cause spikes to protrude from his body as some form of defense measure against the threatening forces around them, or was it because of unseen threat only he was aware of? This would be the case if Izeel didn't happen to pick up on minuscule details that were easily overlooked by everybody. No matter what they all had to travel through the sands of Hueco Mundo and this unseen target left a small normally unnoticeable trail of sand tracked with his footsteps. How he rendered himself completely naked to the eyes and his talent of masking his spiritual energy made Izeel quite intrigued on who this individual that hid in plain sight was.
The reiatsu of the individual who made haste toward the location had soon approached them though acted in strange behavior. Suddenly this Vasto Lord leaped high up into the air into the giant pseudo sun that cast its light on all of Las Noches, and over a short time, he seemed to destroy or absorb it into his body. The strange brightly illuminated Arrancar came crashing into the building seconds after making him squint slightly before finally adjusting to the source of light in the room. On the other hand, some of the Arrancar jumped straight into their Resurrección forcing Izeel to exert his reiatsu just to remain standing in such display of powers around him. He did not know when exactly the powder keg was lit that set off the chain of events they were all now facing, but its outcome was leading into one of bloodshed if nothing was done. He remained curious about how this so called God-King planned to bring these clashing personalities together in a single front.
During these thoughts, while he patiently waited to see what the outcome of what he suggested, the mohawked Arrancar reiatsu patterns suddenly changed. Taking the time to remember everybody reiatsu patterns who cared not to hide it or released it made it much easier for him to learn. Knowing what Galia patterns were in a normal state than when alerted with the display of spikes, allowed Izeel to pick up on the drastic change rather quickly. With a small glimpse of what he was capable of releasing the spikes from his body, he used what intelligence he managed to gather to act in the proper response to this display of aggression. Although, he did not account for how the spikes burst from all the surfaces Izeel analytical skills helped him quickly process what to do. The moment the patterns had changed with his reiatsu already being released the entire section of Las Noches behind him would break apart, and vanish altogether within seconds leaving nothing but a pile of rubble and the sand of Hueco Mundo remaining. In that same movement playing it safe, he leaped back up into the air with his hands seemingly digging into the air itself, before hastily being ripped opened leaving a tear into different dimensional space. All who witnessed this immediately recognize it as Kumon the form of dimensional travel used by a hollow. Keeping the tear opened where now Izeel stood calmly he gave a toothy smile directly toward Galia for such a marvelous display of his abilities that Izeel would be sure to remember. The few pierced wounds and cuts his body did endure already begin to close up from his high-speed healing. Las Noches now split in half directly down the center with one side still in its present state, while the other completely gone but forming back at a steady pace. He glanced briefly in the direction of the familiar scent he remembered of his comrade that showed a look expressed nothing short of pure thrill of getting to witness such an event from these individuals in the room.

 

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Chaotic Meeting
To despise weakness is a trait all Hollow share, they are born and raised with it. Hollow that are alive at this moment think themselves strong simply because they are alive. Sadly, everyone's definition of strength is different. Some find this strength through schemes, some through betrayal, and others with pure physical dominance. Like beauty, strength is in the eye of the beholder, however, this means that the existence of absolute strength does not exist. That goal of unyielding, indomitable strength does not exist. Being born with strength, training it, enhancing it, or even consuming it will never allow a person to reach that which doesn't exist. With that said children and even some adults possess a talent, a skill if you would call it that, to take something that doesn't exist and pull it into reality in one way or another. That talent is known as imagination. Unlike strength, imagination is not something that can be trapped in the "eye of the beholder" as imagination is boundless, it reaches further into the depths of the unknown that strength could never hope to reach. A well of creativity and almost divine-like skill that can take the concept of strength to that existence which doesn't exist. With imagination, strength can become Absolute.
"So, any questions, amigos?"
Max ends his small introduction with a question, hoping that perhaps these humanoid individuals would propose questions worthwhile, something that he perhaps did not think about. The first thing to happen is the arrival of a white Boca, a masochistic creature created by Aragon a man who seems to be rather trusting of Maximiliano. Naturally, Max treats this man with respect as he was the one who found him, aided in his evolution to become an Arrancar, and even offered up the severed arm of Vincent as a tribute to him. Perhaps the throne or concept of ruling is not something he seeks, maybe he only seeks knowledge. Aside from his internal thoughts on the man, he would claim as a friend, his current actions are quite interesting. Crushing and eating this white Boca that seemed to heal him, interesting such a thing could aid other Arrancar who are lacking in their regenerative abilities. His Reiatsu flares, cracking the table and pushing the Espada back into their seats, although Max is no mere Espada. At one point in time, he aimed for the seat of Cero Espada but fate seems to have other plans for him. Aragon's Reiatsu hits him, it is strong even though this is resonating from his first released state it is still strong. Max took note of his other form during the earlier battle, after all, Max was a predator watching the strength of others is what he is good at.
The walls of the meeting room open up to reveal windows that give quite the view of Hueco Mundo. Looking past the Espada the man remembers his life out there in the sands. Now elevated high in the sky of Las Noches it seems like a distant memory. The sun dims and following the darkness is a vibrant eye peering in on the meeting or rather, peering at all of Hueco Mundo.

" So, Shall we begin? As Max stated, We need our first front to be the Quincy. I hate to admit it, but the Shinigami still have the Captain that cut us down. Most of you are too young to remember this. The Shinigami are currently too powerful for us to take on, we need more Arrancar and we can use the Human world for this to happen. Max can explain more."
Max nods his head signaling that there is more to what he said, however, Maximiliano is a man with manners and he will wait for the other Espada to chime in with their questions before saying anything more.

The blonde rises from his seat, this man seems to think highly of himself based on how he presents himself. Surely he will have some encouraging words or even a good question to state. No, his first act is to release his Reiatsu to combat again Max's which was mostly used as a way to gather everyone's attention. The Gates of Infinity creek open to allow the Reiatsu of the prospect to leak out and further combat this strange pressure. So far the man wishes to show his strength, and this is good.
"Really!? This is your divine display? A sun that looks like the nether regions of a human and a 'God King' that believes someone such as myself weak enough to fall victim to his Reiatsu? Even Vincent wasn't foolish enough to believe a simple show of power would be enough to contain me. Hahaha! I can't help but be fascinated by all of this! Elliora, my love, my Queen, what do you make of this?"
The mocking tones of a man who is seated as the 4th Espada reach the ears of Max. The prospect shifts his undivided attention onto the Arrancar and stares at him.
"Look, Max, as Aragon calls you — since you're both good friends, y'know. I don't particularly care for how you present yourself. Your entire speech, it lacks the arrogance that a rightful King should have. The air of superiority... You simply lack it!"
Presents himself? Lacks the arrogance of a king? Lacking in superiority? What is this man saying? What is he even talking about? A king's presentation, arrogance, and superiority are demonstrated through actions, not words.
"I don't know exactly why you've decided to go against the Quincy, but I can appreciate such a smart ploy. From one King to someone claiming to be a 'God-King,' take my advice when I say that maybe you shouldn't be so quick to order me of all people around. I came here to see what all the fuss was about, but this, really!? I'm honestly quite shocked. Everything you speak of can be done whenever I please, Arrancar."
Ah, this one is weak. It claims to be the fourth strongest Arrancar but it is weak. It weaves its words to place itself above others despite its position in the pecking order. A creature so small and petty that it believes itself to be a king and yet it hid away in the sands while Vincent ruled. What it lacks in strength it makes up with its gall.

Losing interest in the thing and shifting his attention to the strange amalgamation of a creature that had wandered in. Puzzling that an Adjuchas would wander into a meeting such as this. Maybe, even in his current form, he can prove to be more useful than the other petty creature.
"My I love what you have done with this place...oh apologies where is my manners. Mi nombre es Izeel Camaxtli, and why you shouldn't just kill me well I am getting to that. Oh before that the shinigami you speak of is Sōsuke Aizen along with his two lackeys accompanied him: Gin Ichinose and Koname Tōsen. The Arrancar before us was foolish enough to trust in a non-Arrancar to look out for our interest and they paid for such an ignorant mistake."
What?
"I know a large majority of events that help define Hueco Mundo into what it is...into what we are all now. If you wish to learn of our history than I can help you with that, but more importantly a true strategist knows the best way to defeat your enemy is to learn about them. History is what defines all Quincy, Shinigami, and Fullbringer alike along with their secrets. Allow me to join and I can promise you what I bring to this table is much more useful than acting out on your barbaric needs to just simply kill. Just because they treat us as mindless monsters doesn't mean we must stoop down to that level."
For a moment there this monstrosity almost lost the attention of the prospect. History is a vital tool to have, one that Max plans on exploiting for his schemes.

Max's attention was divided as he had missed the reason why the small woman's face was so contorted. His attention falling upon her now he listens to what she is saying.
"De hecho, ya estoy decepcionada. La unica razon que estoy aqui fue por haber seguido a Enrico. ¿Tu crees poderme mantenerme contenta? ¿Entretenida? ¿Satisfecha? Hombres van y vienen. Muchos dicen ser el mas poderoso. EL mas veloz. El mas hábil. Y al final, ¡¡quedan muertos!! "
"In fact, I'm already disappointed. The only reason I'm here is because I followed Enrico. You think you can keep me happy? Entertained? Satisfied? Men come and go. Many claim being the most powerful. The fastest. The most capable. And in the end, they end up dead!!"
She seems to have a grasp on what it means to be strong, she understands strength. Enrico must be the weak creature who knows quite a bit about being a king despite his current seat. The unpredictable woman draws her Zanpakuto and begins to antagonize Aragon in her own way. Wind and her Reiatsu swirl around her and the target of her whimsy quite violently, battling back against Max's Reiatsu even, this fraction of his power. His Reiatsu seeps out more, the spiral he placed on himself before entering Las Noches slowly unwinds to negate- no, destroy the effects of her Reiatsu. He places his elbows on the table and just from the simple act of placing his elbow down it cracks. The damaging effects from his Reiatsu resonate through his body and when making physical contact things tend to... Crumble away. His fingers interlock with each other as he rests his chin upon them, his increased Reiastu smothering out the woman's pressure was his way of telling her to settle down. The arrogance of this action is enough to sour anyone's mood but this woman understands the concept of strength and so does he, hopefully, this act is met with a mutual understanding.

After hopefully settling the woman down his eyebrow raises, the light in the room seemed to be intensifying along with the heat. He takes a moment to look around the room when the pink hue of the eye soon faded as well giving way to an orange glow that soon faded leaving Hueco Mundo alone in the dark once again. Max's attention shifts back to the ceiling of the meeting room as an unknown Vasto Lorde breaks into the room and land on the center of the table. So this is one of the few Vasto that roam Hueco Mundo and it was this very same Vasto that extinguished the new sun, impressive.
"It's a pleasure to make your equivalence."
Max tries to make sense of what he just said, is his grasp on the common tongue so bad that he can't translate what he's saying to him? Maybe this Vasto has no idea what he is saying at all. Equivalence is the condition of being equal in value... Equivalence translates to equivalencia. What is this thing talking about then? Max gives it a subtle nod to greet it in return however, he is still lost on what he is talking about.

The slothful one, known as Nic, seemed to have used his released state to combat the spiritual pressure building in the room, which was enough to make the room tremble and quake from the combined Reiatsu. The beasts trying to establish dominance over one another felt more like a group of kids prattling on about who is stronger trying to denounce the other by proclaiming it louder than the others. This Arrancar didn't seem too interested in what was going on, if anything he is only here because Max tripped over him in the sands and picked him up. How would he gauge a man like this though? He shows no ambition for anything except sleeping and he is the weakest of the Espada. What could he offer? Perhaps using him as a scout would be for the best, send him out to gauge the strength of their enemies.

"Knock it off!"
Spikes suddenly erupt from the table as the large male slams his hands down upon it, ending Max's train of thought on Nic. These spikes seek to strike everyone in the room except for Max, Aragon, and the man who summoned them. As the spikes race to strike the disorderly Arrancar Max's Reiatsu makes itself known once more by forcing these spikes to crumble with his pressures destructive capabilities. Why did he do this? Was he trying to save the lives of the others? No, these beings are strong enough to block, counter, or avoid these spikes if they so choose. The Godking prospect did this to put an end to the hostility between the beings in this room. He was trying to be civil and have a simple talk with these Arrancar who claim to be the strongest only for a hostile act to interrupt the proceedings one after another. While this display of strength was noted it is clear that this Arrancar has nothing to input but would rather listen. Good, one could learn quite a bit from listening alone. By this point, a strange "filter" seemed to be filling the room as if a subtle pink film was pulled over everyone's eyes. It was a strange sensation that would make one rub their eyes trying to figure out what was amiss, the eye in the sky was gone so what is this new source of strange light?

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Another interruption presents itself and Max is growing weary at this point, no one has said anything helpful, nor done anything helpful. It's as if these beasts are satisfied wallowing in the sands fighting and killing each other. Each has their own motives and convictions but none care enough about the bigger picture, the fact that they continue to cull themselves while their natural enemies gather their power and strength. Should the Shinigami will it, they could invade Hueco Mundo and slaughter all the current Arrancar while they are divided and ununified. These beasts do not see that, they only see their own petty schemes and goals. Not caring about the Quincy or Shinigami is the thoughts of a dead man. That pink film that filled the vision of others began to grow along with the spiritual pressure Max was exerting. Should the Adjuchas remain any longer they run the risk of being crushed and destroyed. His weariness begins to turn to anger little by little until...
“You, the would-be God King only gave us a outline of your plan. However, it seems far to ambitious. How do we know that the shinigami will use this as an opportunity to wipe out both of our factions? How will we know that we will get stronger hollows from mere humans? The world of the living is filled with weak souls that can barely hold themselves as is. They would make weak hollows only suitable for a light snack if you could even call it that.”
A civilized question devoid of hostility or bestial intent? His attention perks up as he focuses in on this pink-haired Arrancar who spoke sense amongst the chaos. She occupies the Sixth Espada seat, he expected such a question from one of the higher seats, though seeing how Primera and Segundo are vacant these expectations fell upon Aragon and Enrico. The latter only showed Max his weakness and as such all expectations for that one vanished. He smiles at her, a sly acknowledgment of her questions that his schemes run deeper than he lets on. By this point, the arrival of the other Adjuchas wasn't even on his radar as he was busy picking out those who would prove useful to him in the long run.

Another Arrancar was in the room, his presence was hidden allowing him to slip in undetected. An interesting technique that could prove useful provided the wielder of such power is useful. Seated as the Fifth Espada he saw himself as strong enough to sit upon the threshold that separates the upper and lower ranks, it is a precarious seat to hold. Max was going to ignore his presence but it seemed like he had business to settle with Galia, maybe it was some old quarrel they didn't settle out in the sands, and now meeting one another again they seek to finish it. A dark green light shines over the table, the charging of a cero is the source of said light. At this point, Max has had enough.
Strength is in the eye of the beholder and the eye that beholds the strength of others compares it to their own strength. This is how the perspective of dominance is formed. The beholder sees that they are stronger and exerts this upon those they view as weaker. It is unfortunate when that dominance is thrown back in their face when sheer strength is toppled by a misunderstanding of the concept. Perspective comes back into the fray and merely viewing another's strength is not enough to gauge it properly. This is how imagination enters and reaches into the void of strength and pulls out something more. How one uses their power in clever and fitting ways is how merely viewing it is not enough.
Now imagine strength beyond imagination.
God Speaks

The room darkens the weight of Reiatsu in the room hits everyone and for a moment it is confused with something else entirely. Everyone's vision becomes obscured by the thick royal purple Reiatsu of Maximiliano that slowly destroys the room starting by shattering the glass windows. The Gates of Infinity opens up more and more until the God-King places a hand on the table to stand causing the table to crumble from existence. This sudden outburst of Reiatsu comes before the Cero is fired by Abraam, halting it from being fired as the weight of destruction bears down upon all in the room. The spiritual pressure pushing against the roof tears through it, erupting into the sky as a dark mass of energy, this was no beacon. Soon all of Las Noches would be under the weight of Maximilaino's Reiatsu as it continued to increase. The fragment of Vincent he consumed was added to his already obnoxious level of power pushing him far above where he had previously stood, perhaps pushing him further above vincent himself.
The meeting room is destroyed faster than it can repair itself until a cavity of empty space is all that is left in this section of Las Noches with the rest of the palace beginning to crack and crumble. With the meeting room gone and only a drop to the sands below the Arrancar are forced to either fall and be crushed beneath the weight of their God or resist in futility to form reishi platforms to remain standing with him. If the Adjuchas had not left by this point they would have been the first to die. His Reiatsu has not fully been released, if it was it would have exploded like a bomb, a bomb that would have destroyed a large portion of Las Noches along with anyone not fast enough to outpace this explosion in the room. This presence was something like the second coming of Vincent but yet there was more to it than just that.
"We Hollow, can become anything. We can become Quincy, reshaped and molded into Zanpakuto for Shinigami use, give birth to Fullbringers, or even aid in the mockery creation of Shinigami hybrids known as Vizards. We are the strongest and most malleable race that exists and yet... You fools would rather fight each other."
Aside from the oppressing weight of the Reiatsu Suffocation would be the next thing everyone notices. An inability to breath or stand they may find their lungs collapsed, they had their time to talk and they all said nothing. Max will make sure there are to be no more interruptions while he speaks.
"We will destroy the Quincy so that we may have free reign to search for an ancient device known as the Hōgyoku. As we collapse the mutual enemy of Hollow and Shinigami we will make sure to not make any hostile actions toward the Shinigami while eliminating the Quincy. Allow them to watch as we decimate our hated foe while our true plan unfolds in the background. We will search for it under the guise of 'helping' the Shinigami eradicate lesser Hollow. Once the Hōgyoku is in hand, we can create perfected Arrancar that are far more powerful than us naturals. Naturally, we will all perfect ourselves before using it on anyone else. We will use it to bolster our strength in the coming war against Soul Society, a group whom you all fear considering how you all wish to ignore and avoid them. If we cannot find the old Hōgyoku, we will just make our own."
He talks casually as if everyone can hear him while they try to defend themselves against his presence. The spiral struggles to contain his Reiryoku and while this bares him no harm it does so continuously for the others. Those of no use to him will fall and be crushed, they won't be killed by this crushing weight however, all hopes of escape will be impossible. Those worth his time will fight and remain standing, in a sense, they are immobilized while struggling and gasping for air.
"We are malleable, we can become anything, consume and become anything and yet you all wish to be as the sand and conform. We will harvest the powers of the Fullbringers, we will carve, gouge, rip, or tear their power away from them and add it to ourselves. I ask you, why be Hollow when we can be so much more?"
There is energy building around his palm and it is unable to be sensed as his Reiatsu is felt all around them and even those who manage to escape the epicenter of it still can feel its residual effects so long as they remained near Las Noches. The Palace continues to crack, chunks of debris falling from its walls and towers crushing any who may have thought themselves safe within it.
"When our power is amassed and Kouka is no longer a threat we will destroy and devour the Soul Society. We will become the new keepers of balance. I will become the new Linchpin of Existence itself. We can become so much more than what we are right now, so please, join me. Allow me to show you that our evolution does not stop at Vasto Lorde or Arrancar. Allow me to show you that our evolution can be ceaseless and without end.
Maximiliano extends a hand out towards Helliodoro, if he is on the ground or still standing with him in the sky his hand reaches out to him regardless. Before Hellio has time to register what Max is doing, unable to sense what he is plotting due to the entire area being surrounded by his Reiatsu, and possibly unable to move due to the crushing weight of energy that destroys all that it touches.
"Wont you join me?"
Something is fired at Hellio, the dense energy that discolors the world around them renders it invisible as it blends into the dark royal purple color that surrounds the Arrancar. Something is fired, it moves twenty times faster than a Cero and while it may lack its power it is still devastating. That being said this thing is weaker than Max's base Cero an attack that can cause a tremendous amount of devastation on its own. This thing that was fired is not only twenty times faster than a Cero its speed is enhanced by his Expansión de Hélice (Lit. Helix Expansion) which instantly propels it in the Vasto's direction at double the normal speed, reaching forty times the speed of a Cero. This thing fired is a Bala and it seeks to remove everything from the shoulders up of Helliodoro. The confusing Vasto destroyed their sun, crashed in on their meeting, and speaks with words it doesn't understand. Not only that, Max can sense something in him like one fragment calling out to the other. His instincts tell him to destroy this calling.
Max does not feel threatened by the Vasto, he is merely destroying something that is not needed, the first one he is starting with. This is but the start of a culling, those who can withstand his Reiatsu and hear his words are to be spared, those who have fled will be hunted down and exterminated either by him or his New Espada. Yes, Max will reform the Espada and if they have any objection to it then they too shall meet their end at his hands.