[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

[TaySMR]

Listen Here!

Just as quickly as he screams, he is quickly shut down. For one reason or another, he is being perceived as a presence that has to be controlled. At least, that's how he saw the situation. In reality, he was unaware that he was utilizing a Vagido. Guillermo's excitement always got the best of him, which is why he so often played hide and seek with many other Hollow. Unfortunately, this game usually becomes a permanent affair as he would inadvertently crush those weaker than him and they would fade away entirely. The only time that the Vasto Lorde feels sadness is when a friend of his dies or disappears. Perhaps he knew that he was unintentionally doing this to those weaker than him, but he would deny it nonetheless.

Noticing the lack of sound coming from him as he introduces himself, he stands with his hand on his chin. Why exactly had the noise he had been making stopped? Before he is given more time to think, Izeel is quick to introduce himself to the Vasto. It is clear that he as well as those within the lab moments after his initial scream realize that he had absolutely no intention of harming anyone at all. In fact, his Reiatsu begins to fade the moment that Izeel begins to speak to him. Instead of dissipating entirely, though, it bolsters the shroud around him that is always present to some degree due to his Reiryoku leaking out. Without realizing it, he subconsciously controls his Reiatsu at a masterful level. While he does consciously do this in many ways as well, he more often than not forgets to think altogether, which allows for the typically suppressed rational portion of his mind—which is almost microscopic— to make some decisions for him that are good. What he cannot control at this time, however, is how much his tremendous reserves of Reiryoku leak out of his being. The floor beneath him continues to crumble, but it does not give way just yet. For now, the damage being done only applies to the floor beneath him. He would be sure to apologize to Izeel after all was said and done.

”Umm…Hello whoever you are. What brings you crashing into our abode?”

As Izeel speaks, Guillermo's gaze is one of adoration. Sadly, this was not something that could not be seen on the surface given his appearance that was one with a constant smile. If his eyes were visible, the scientist would be able to see them sparkling. He was... talking to him! This was the first time he had spoken to a being with enough intelligence to speak the same way he did in centuries! Overflowing with joy, his skeletal hands pressed against his cheeks as he moved his head left to right while listening to the man. Almost screaming, but not quite, he responds quickly to the inquiry.

"Ahhhhh! It's nice to meet you! My name is Guillermo Anvel! I've been alive for... a long time! But I only woke up from a nap recently and felt all of your nearby! I'm so happy to meet you! We're friends now! Yay for friends!"

It has been decided - with or without the scientist's objection - that the two are now friends. While his spiritual pressure fluctuates, it does not go beyond his body, still. Jumping for joy, he sees Elliora walking in his direction, but not towards him. Once she stops to sniff him and she gags while introducing herself, he quickly replies as if he didn't notice her physical reaction. He certainly did, but he really didn't care because he had already decided that he liked her.

"Ooooh! You're so tiny, but you're so strong! Hi Elli, it's nice to meet you! I'm Guillermo!!! We're friends now! Let's play later, Elli, I'll come outside soon!"

One thing that likely comes as a surprise to those around him is the fact that while his smile doesn't change, it does grow larger after he hears the wordplay come from Elli. The idea of being able to play with someone that won't be harmed by him continues to bring a sensation of joy that travels throughout his body.

A Troubling Friend

There was no doubt as to how strong the presence that was lingering in the distance was. Helliodoro would have been the first stop Guillermo made if there hadn't been so many others packed into and around Izeel's lab. Regardless of this impromptu decision made by the Vasto Lorde, the situation may have played out in a similar fashion. As he neared, the monster began to recognize the Star's presence even more. While he makes an attempt to recall the presence as it becomes more familiar, his hands move from his cheeks to his forehead. He grips the horns that extend from his eyes upward while he thinks. The answer is right on the tip of his tongue and he can't pinpoint it just yet. By the time the Espada arrives, he has the answer. Once more, his seemingly sadistic smile grows even larger. Still bearing no ill intent, he listens gleefully to the imposing presence.

” Just what do you think you’re doin’ in my house, you fuckin’ imbalance!?!”

The feeling of joy permeating throughout his being is bolstered yet again. With each passing second, it seems that Guillermo is making another friend. Out of all those he's met so far, Helliodoro excites him the most, since he feels as if he truly knows the Arrancar. In the instant that the Espada finishes his sentence, Guillermo is within arm's reach from him. This was no special feat, really, considering that they were all in close proximity. His hands have moved from his horns and continue to move from left to right while his fingers curl and uncurl. He wants nothing more than to reach out and touch Helliodoro because he feels as if his presence is supernatural due to what he knows about the Star.

"Wooooah! You're that star! I saw you lighting up the sky so many times since I was born! You're always so shiny and cool! Are you... Magic!? What's imbalance!? Does that mean I'm magic, too!? I'm in your house because I'm your friend! We're friends!!! But... What's your name?!"

With nothing but glee in his tone, Guillermo hopes to get better acquainted with the Espada that he can't tell is angry at him.

 

[ShusukeKiyoshi]

An unusual thirst parched his throat. A lust for something he had not craved so carnivorously in quite some time. But it wasn’t like you would think, he hasn’t longed for a drink in over one thousand years. He hasn't cared to take a sip of anything that could even so much as quench his thirst because he was able to control himself better than most creatures of his kind. Haven't felt the need to drink the scarlet essence of one's life in sometime, he had almost forgotten the sickeningly satisfying taste of fresh blood. Coming on more like a pondering rather than an initial craving like one might have for a sweet, questioning why he had quelled the natural thing he was meant to feed upon to grow in order to remain above the food chain. The answer was simple, he had been playing a game of everlasting self-control. A control in which that would allow him to focus on the potential opportunities he may come across without the distraction of requiring a fresh kill.


He found that within this generation of Arrancar that he was a part of, fed off of the violence. Having been in the background really allowed him to observe and monitor his peers in a very special way. Having bore witness to most of the events taking place around Hueco Mundo, including the birth of the newest member to the army, Kassius, now imprisoned and suspended unimaginable heights beyond and above whatever could be considered the 'heavens' within this bleak realm of casted away souls. His self proclaimed role as a fence sitter, just a member in an invisible peanut gallery watching the red mosaic of Hueco Mundo's history be littered with varying shades of scarlet, maroon, and rust. The waging battles of another, the bright star that seemingly fell from the same height that now binds the evolver. Once crashing through the very foundation of their home inciting a riot that formed the group, then reappearing to be birthed as an Arrancar. Many formidable entities have placed their stake and laid their claim to the bleached desert that makes up their home. So what of Abraam? Where was he to fit in all of this? The fence sitter sat and pondered how he could have neglected his role in the upper army, to let himself sink out of sight and remain far from mind. While it was initially his plan, it bred strange results, results he was now looking to rectify. He was also aware of Elliora's revival and rebirth although she is considerably smaller and in turn, potentially within a shell of her former glory and beauty. He had yet to encounter her within Izeel's laboratory, another person whom he needed to speak to about something he became interested in, but that would have to wait. With Ellioras life now deemed safe by the Arrancar, even if it's currently in the clutches of Izeel and his exuberantly forward thinking, she was not in any immediate danger. With the presences of new individuals who had just arrived to Hueco Mundo, it was time for the fence sitter to get off his ass.


And so, the peanut gallery became empty.

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The long white coat of the Lizard dragged along the polished marble floors silently as he passed through the Blanche hallway, his presence hidden and his energies completely masked for some time since he decided to lift his finger to do what needed to be done. No one but one particular monster would have been able to find or locate him in these past couple of days, and she was currently a moving cog in another machine at this present time. Thankfully for him, it would have appeared that his presence had gone unnoticed, or rather, uncared for, giving him enough time to reflect on his current position and how he intends on elevating and maintaining that status. With the current Fifth seat on the Espada empty, and with Emilia sitting just underneath that in terms of the former ladder, he had some reclaiming to do. It didn't take long for him to travel from his own large apartment to her own, although it was litteral miles apart from one another, his Sonìdo was impeccable and his usage of it was among some of the best in Hueco Mundo. Appearing before the great gate, preventing entry for any and all who wish to see Emilia without a proper introduction. Abraam scoffed at the very idea of the gate preventing any entry from him. In his mind, obstacles were only meant to be toppled, not to be in awe of.


Placing his hand on the hilt of his blade, brandished in a familiar unseen energy of the making of its master, one would make the mistake of thinking Abraam is unarmed when in truth that is not the case. Quickly withdrawing his zanpakuto from the shackles of its scabbard, but only to the untrained eye, drawing it three quarters of the way as he would then just as quickly place it back in its natural place within it. An ominous pause took place, but was soon replaced by ominous creaking and cracking of the door before him, seams of cuts emerging in the doors, several horizontal and vertical slashes in constant growth from Abraam's sudden maneuver. It would have only taken three seconds before the door itself crumbled down as if it were made of a house of cards. Splinters of its former glory just littered along the doorway leading into an abyss that could very well claim his life. Regardless of the make, model or tenacity of the gate, Abraam's swordplay was much too devastating for it to withstand any real blow he could have delivered. Such was the life of a Hollow who dwelled in Hueco Mundo, the very act of survival was a never ending struggle. It was rather simple: Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten. Surely nabbing the attention from anyone who dwelled within this room, his one purpose was to claim his former title back from Emilia. He cared little for who else tried to oppose him, because if they tried to make a move on him, he'd kill them too.


He sensed the presence of two individuals, one belonging to the creature he sought the other belonging to someone whom he hadn't met just yet. The circumstances themselves could have been better, but he was long past the need for a good impression, this was truly him in his element. After the dust settles into the bleak of the room he finds that it is very particularly decorated, with hints of each major element within the room as it was adorned with not just a lava fall, but a surrounding pond and waterfall seemingly adjoined to one another. Abraam wasn't sure if it was to represent one coexisting with another or had an entirely separate purpose in itself. In the far corners of this large room were more motifs representing the other elements as well, he then stopped wondering if this was intentional and deduced that there had to have been a specific reason for this. Although the time and his behavior didn't express it largely, he treaded very cautiously. With enough walking deeper into the room, he found what could have potentially be a surprised Emilia, pinning the tip of her enlarged zanpakuto towards the throat of what seemed to be an unwanted visitor. His mind could only wander to what potential outcome the Sixth Espada had in store for him, seeing as he was on grounds of trespassing himself. Simply standing multiple feet from them both, he crossed his arms and bluntly laid out his thoughts, uncaring for the opinions that he assumed would follow.


"I'm not sure what's going on here, but I've come to reclaim what was once mine. Oppose me, and I'll be sure to exact rectification."


Using his unearthly vision to view them both at the same time without any drop in his focus, they would see his eyes positioned slightly indifferent from one another due to his multi-directional vision. Any move they'd make, he'd see it first. The only thing he couldn't predict was the reaction that they would make. Allowing his reiryoku to redirect to his voice while still allowing his body to remain cloaked by the area around him, his tone boomed out with an eerie feeling. As if the room became haunted with the presence of this creature, no, the presence of the Phantom Lizard nearly froze the room over. The temperature dropping by the second as he remains unseen, and unheard. Until now.

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[dem0nzlust]

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Slowly he cranked the bolt piercing into his head one crank after the other with a dead stare in his eyes while everything continued. For a brief second the room became a still silence despite those who remained shouting clearly making a lot of noise. At this moment he cleared out the clutter of distractions building up around him then focused his mind on the smaller details that mattered. With his intellect Izeel was also granted insight that rivaled it even amongst the chaos of what was taking place, he never lost clarity. None of what happened was lost to him, recalling all the information he picked up subconsciously in an instant with newfound information as he listened to these two talking he could swear lost a few brain cells just being around them. Quietly thinking to himself that he seriously needed to have a discussion with Max about some form of an educational system for the lot of Arrancar. While they started off as mindless monsters this was no longer the case, and so many of them carried on with such broken vocabulary. At least the fractured form of Elliora had the excuse of suffering from severe head damage, but what were the excuses for Kassius, Helliodoro, and Guillermo? Maybe starting a minimum IQ standard on recruiting any further Arrancar and Hollow to their ranks was desperately needed?

Then again chances were likely that Max didn't really care too much about their IQ level, just their showcase of power. Maybe he even discerned that because of their lack of intellect made them easier to manipulate and redirect their paths to fit an agenda for him. Speaking of their latest addition of monstrous brute thankfully Kassius was not stirring about or on one of his boredom destruction sprees trying to break himself free. This did grant Izeel a unique form of punishment to the hollows and lesser Arrancar who joined their ranks outside of wasting Caja Negacion on them, by instead teleporting them into Kassius fortress to be slaughtered. Not the most practical tactic in the Izeel arsenal but it was proven to be effective when they all started to learn the survival rate of this punishment was 0%. Taken back on the overwhelming excitement this being before he expressed over the concept of friendship, he casually squeezed the bridge of his nose continuing to treat this situation similar to Elliora feeding along with their belief in friendship. To an enigma like Izeel, the whole conception of friendship was something he never truly grasped, because everything to him was nothing more than experiments waiting to be dissected with no exception to himself either. Some experiments remained keener to live specimens meant for studying which all of the Arrancar who shared the confines of Las Noches with him, and then there was the unfortunate who ended up torn apart on his science table. Knowing all too well about the destructive nature of Hellio from close observations with his encounters and analyzing his behaviorism was aware of his confrontational persona could already perceive where this was headed. His new called 'friend' looked more than capable of holding his own and in the chance, they did break out in a fight this presented a beautiful chance to gather intel on Guillermo. Truth be told although Izeel cherished his laboratory nothing of true importance was in his lab with all his secret and important scientific projects stored safely in a pocket dimension.

"Uhm yeah you two try to play nice..." he said with a mischievous smile curling on his face exiting the area to record these two confrontations.

A little after walking out of the laboratory he remained close by to observe in the 0000.1% calculation he deduced that they actually befriend one another and not fight, he could return back to his studies. Unsure where Elliora planned roaming off too, he started to wonder who he could pawn Hellio and Guillermo off to. Sending them toward Marcos would end up with them trying to kill one another again. Not much was known on how wise it be to care package these two to Emilia which left the most viable candidates to be Abraam, Santana, or Yandiel. Another thought or more so recalled memory popped up in his head found himself thinking that if Starkk survived or was born in these times he might not have been so lonely.

 

[Elk]

“Cordelia Aurelius. I sensed a pool of water in here, so I connected it to my waterways.”
Emilia’s blade would stay where it was placed as the woman cocked her head, while she was initially worried that someone could sneak up on her other than abraam she now became intrigued by the way she got in. A thought to figure out for another time.

As the Cordelia pulled away Emilia followed by walking on reshi plates. Her eyebrow raised as the woman lowered herself back into the water till only half her head was visible, unusual for Arrancar to invade her room and only converse instead of fighting.

“May I get out of the pool? What even is this place and why are there so many others in the area?”

How impatient of Cordelia, to not wait on an answer. Emilia’s blade had pulled and around till the bottom portion of her zanpakutō pressed against the woman’s chest, stopping the advance out of the pool. The two-toned eyes stared down at woman in tattered and beaten rags. To this it was unsightly, but an old memory of herself being in this state had surfaced for but a brief moment, the image of hand offering clothing she worn to this day upon her evolution into an Arrancar. The other thought came to mind as this woman posed abilities that allowed her to move across silently and was difficult to trace. Though her combat abilities remained unknown at this time.

“You may exit this pool but, you will become my Fracción, and that means obeying my commands as when I see fit, you have a lot of potential, and I wish to see that grow. ”

She did not tell the dangers and potential hatred that Cordelia might develop if she chose to become a Fracción. Emilia’s eyes stared at the woman’s rags once more before she whistled softly, causing several Millians to come running out, from where though? She truly did not know, only that they would come if she whistled. Once enough assembled she would speak softly towards them.

“Bring this Arrancar clothing that would fit her Tail-”

"I'm not sure what's going on here, but I've come to reclaim what was once mine. Oppose me, and I'll be sure to exact rectification."

That voice was Abraam, and he made his intentions clear. To this she had Sighed, one uninvited guest was enough but two? That was pushing her tolerance as she turned to the voice’s direction as her eyes narrowed, Hand squeezing down on her zanpakutō before her reiatsu began to rise and fill the room.

“Claim what is rightfully yours?”

She began to laugh at such a thought, his fall from grace as an espada was one that was quiet, the God King saw to that.

“You never once had the right to the title of 6th Espada, you once held 5th but that was taken away from you.”

Her reatisu had filled up the room, as did her Pesquisa, What she had been looking for was the resistance to her reiatsu. The gaps between would have given Abraam the advantage, but this was her room, her design and by default she knew everything in this room, what belonged and what didn’t. Abraam’s reiatsu no matter how faint would be resisting her own in which she was able to pin point where he was.

The sound of her sonido was all the two would be able to hear, yet for Abraam Emilia was directly in front of him. Her body lowered as her zanpakutō was thrusted forward its aim was his liver and the force behind the tip of her halberd had more than enough power to breath through the hierro, where in which she would begin to lift Abraam high.

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[WinterHoshi]

Intrigue sparked in Cordelia’s eyes as Emilia followed her further into the pool. For all Emilia knew, this was Cordelia’s way of luring other arrancar into her clutches. As she moved to leave the pool, the end of Emilia’s halberd pressed firmly against her sternum. She watched as the Espada seemed to delve into her own memories. Perhaps she’d once been in a similar state of being. How odd for one so clearly different to see themself in Cordelia.

“You may exit this pool but, you will become my Fracción, and that means obeying my commands as when I see fit, you have a lot of potential, and I wish to see that grow. ”

Fracción? This word was new to Cordelia. She’d never heard one like it in her life. Her mood soured a touch at the thought of having to obey another’s commands since that’s all she’d done her whole life until she slaughtered her family and devoured them, shred by shred. However, something felt different about this situation. No one had ever seen potential in her nor wished to see that potential grow. Given her current circumstances, it seemed unwise to pass up the offer. She could sense the power within the woman before her just by her clothing and the way she carried herself. Perhaps this was just the person she needed to aid her in her lust for more power and food.

Cordelia nodded in acceptance, her eyes bright and a wide smile spreading across her face. She made her way back over to the edge of the pool and pulled herself up onto it as Emilia beckoned forth several Millians with a mere whistle. Watching in amazement, she wondered where they’d all even come from. A giddiness grew within her as Emilia commanded them to bring her some new clothing. Afterall, her current clothing had never been outside of her waterways, being torn to shreds by her currents. But before Emilia could finish speaking, she trailed off. Cordelia turned her attention back to her, just as the faintest hint of another arrancar slithered into the room.

"I'm not sure what's going on here, but I've come to reclaim what was once mine. Oppose me, and I'll be sure to exact rectification."

Cordelia’s eyes narrowed as she instinctively let out a pulse of her pesquisa. The pulse quickly spread throughout the room, mapping the whole space by bouncing back to her as a form of echolocation. Her eyes immediately flicked over to the spot where nothing appeared to be, but the pulse had bounced off from and the extremely faint traces of reiatsu it at picked up from that location. She hadn’t been paying attention to what Emilia had said to the intruder, but she jumped as she’d begun to laugh.

“You never once had the right to the title of 6th Espada, you once held 5th but that was taken away from you.”

5th? Maybe Cordelia was pledging her allegiance to the wrong Espada. But surely the fact he’d lost his placement spoke more to his power than the fact he’d even held that position in the first place. A slight shiver ran down her spine as Emilia’s reiatsu began to fill the room and before she could even react, the sound of Emilia’s sonido pierced her eardrums. She’d only ever known the silence of her abyss and the rush of her currents, but her ears had grown accustomed to that rather quickly. This sound was new to her. Her hands quickly shot up and covered her pointed ears, but by the time they had, the sound had subsided, and Emilia was no longer before her.

The giddiness grew within her again as she watched Emilia impale Abraam on the end of her halberd. Trigon slipped out of her sleeve, and her fingers tightened around it. The urge to jump in and help was overwhelming, but she supposed this was something Emilia had to do alone. Even if she were to step it, she would more than likely end up impaled on that halberd next. So instead, she stood aside, zanpakuto in hand, and hoping that Abraam might try to turn his misplaced aggression on her.

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