[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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GRRAAAAAAHHHHHHRGH!!!!!!
It was a cry of pain, a tumultuous roar that swept and echoed across the expanse of Hueco Mundo, the desert's alabaster sands kicked up into a whirlwind of white and grey. The grains came cascading down, sprinkling the ground in a hail and deluge of the very same grains that endlessly covered the barren lands. Blotches, pools and puddles of red were scattered along the ground, easily evident against the canvas of white.
CRUNCH!!!

The sound of jaws snapping down against flesh and bone resounded like thunder, chewing persisting soon after. A silhouette towering over a still warm body, soaked in what was certainly the blood of today's meal. From the various carcasses of hollows littered and scattered about, the most recent morsel was but one of many. It continued to feast and devour on its kindred, cannibalizing their flesh, devouring their strength 一consuming their power, assimilating it into its own. From what little could be seen of the feasting Hollow, it was certainly no Gillian. No, there was strength more profound than something so...inferior. That strength, its cunning and intellect to hunt and take down the once living, dozen or so adjuchas, the creature could only be an adjuchas itself.
Hueco Mundo was in disarray, madness and anarchy consumed the survivors of Kouka's attack on their world. Relief befell those who survived the genocide, that is, until fear of its return began to rake at their minds. Intelligence was quickly abandoned in favor of instinct and strength. Certain hollows once careful and fearful began throwing caution to the wind, their fear turned into false courage as they became more brazen in their assaults on one another. There were few who did not lose themselves to fear and trepidation ushered in by the Kouka. Where others found relief, they themselves were indifferent. They did not die, meaning it was not their time. Their survival meant the continuation of their strength and journey towards evolution.
CRUNCH, CHEW, CRUNCH, CRUNCH
The feline shaped adjuchas continued to consume its kill. Bite, chew, swallow and repeat. Claws dug into both flesh and sand. A thunderous roar paused the creatures meal, its maw drenched in blood and scraps of flesh. It lifted its head and turned to stare off at the distance, several dozen miles away, streaks of crimson tore through the air ending in a turbulent explosion, the desert shuddering from the wanton act of destruction.

Turbulent orbs of a pale yellow gazed towards the distant struggle. The paw pressed down, weighed heavily against the corpse, growing heavier still, more blood and innards oozing out from mutilated open wounds, further staining the once pristine alabastrine sands of the desert. Claws of ivory were stained with the same ominous red of the Adjuchas's prey. Its tail swished and swayed freely as it continued to stare off towards the source of battle, too far to see the nature of the conflict and its outcome and well beyond the view of those immersed in their dance of violence. Saying nothing still, the adjuchas stepped forward before turning its back on the horizon of battle and mayhem. As it walked away its tail became translucid, easily seen through. This act of transparency began to spread, coursing over its back side and hind legs down to its paws, its stomach and front legs becoming just as immaterial. Finally, its skull faded from all view as its existence within the area had vanished altogether. No reiatsu lingered where the creature had hunted and killed, the corpses and blood the only evidence of its presence within Hueco Mundo's desert.

 

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Jeez, you’d think that being dead meant feeling no more pain. But pain is what ripped through him. Unfortunately, his luck had run out on him, however, to lessen the damage, Nicolas had launched himself forward towards the incoming blast once more with a single stride, just far enough that the entirety of his upper body would have yet to be taken away from the explosion. Instead, his legs had taken up the brunt force of a single Cero, nearly being decimated completely from his pelvis down. To avoid anything else drastic enough that would erase him from existence, the Espada had just a little window of time. But a moment like that was enough for him to take his blade into his mouth and bite down, and like glass, the sword shattered. A red glow lit around his body. However, it was hard to tell exactly whether it was coming from the next oncoming blast or his release.
In his good graces, it was the latter, and in an instant, Nicolas was upon his newly reformed feet and this time, began closing distances in short bursts in forwarding charges towards the towering beasts. One of the many perks in his evolved form. The blast that followed the limb decimator was avoided with ease, his body moving at such a high speed, his adrenaline causing him to stumble upon stopping within two meters shy to the right from the following three from where he once fell. Every step after that became retreating backward and up to a barren stalk that had yet to be scathed from either party. ” Alboroto, Jabalí.” Hooves pressed against the solid trunk, and he stared down into the grimy grounds that seemed to hold treasures beneath the black sea. In his Resurrección, Nicolas’s upper body became covered in a sheer deep purple coat, and around his abdominals rested a set of eight ribs, four on each side. The traditional hakama had been replaced by a more form-fitting pair of pants, cut off at the knees. A long-tail slapped against the ground, and the tusks of his jaw mask had elongated, just as his bottom incisors did.
There was little time to waste. If he didn’t kill them, they would kill him. He broke off two ribs and almost immediately, another pair grew in their stead. Like a bullet, the rampaging wild pig had begun his assault and quickly embedded the pair of ribs into the center of a couple of Gillian's masks directly twenty meters in front of him and force their way through their masses. The offensive assault ultimately forced them to split apart from the sheer force of his strength alone, sending their bodies tumbling back and down against the ground. Once emerging from the confines of the gillians, they found homage against the quartz stalk and Nicolas was right behind. Ripping them out of its surface, He zeroed in on the next pair, following the same process through another eight of these skyscraping gillians, always finding himself against a tree opposite of the couple and moving positions with every advancement to leave little time for them all to adequately react. If they didn’t immediately go down, Nicolas would force his claw-like fingers to dig into the massive puncture and tear through them like paper.
As of this time, Nicolas had finished off half of the infantry and was facing the last ten, all of them sitting in front of him. Just a pair of sitting ducks, however, not for long. He pierced his tongue, and blood began to ooze from the puncture. From the confines of his mouth, a bright glow of vermillion began to pour out, and instead of his usual simple toned cero, it possessed a black interior and an outer ring that shone its fierce ruby waves. Here he had charged a Gran Rey Cero, capable of the same discharge motion, but with nearly several times as much force as the original. And he let it fly without another thought, the blast compressing into a crescent-shaped wave that covered the full one-hundred-and-fifty-yard diameter playing field like it was child’s play, all to reduce the gillians to mere shreds, just as they were about to do him. Even if they had attempted to fire back at him, the width of the gran rey cero alone would overpower theirs by two meters worth of firepower.
Upon the casting of the dominating death ray, Nicolas’s rustic orbs flitted down and focused on the Adjuchas, his hands armed with projectiles that soon came raining down on the beast beneath him, and he shifted to another lodging, halfway to the ground, but still in reach of the sky. One rib flew right towards the base of its neck, and the other following behind, however instead of aimed to pierce a particular position, the end of the second rib would follow through. All to guide the back end of the first to lower and the tip to rise, so now instead of its throat, the edge would find itself soaring towards the center of its mask. Upon contact, the second one would land just a foot’s length away from the opposer. Had the being chose to act against it, Nicolas would have forced the residual reiryoku to burst forth and send shards of the explosive into the surrounding area of 5 meters on the ground and his skin from both bombs. Any movement would elicit another explosion to follow through upon a millimeter shift, and though dulled, would prove to cause a bit of sensory deprivation due to the many areas in which the shards have touched down upon.
This was no longer a game. Like all, even he would have to survive in this unfair world.

 

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Splash, Splish, Splash, Splash
The large Adjuchas made no attempts at stealth while trekking through his very own sea. The surface had risen another two feet in just the passing moments, consuming the bowl-like area where The King had found his solace; its depths now up to five feet in total, still hardly at the waist of the monstrosity. He’d seemed incapable of experiencing fear, as if in this small cesspool of liquid he was a god above all. The Gillians were shown to be failures, at no expense, though. In a day’s time they would probably have become a meal, or at the very least contribute to one. The storm of red instilled brief confusion, the Espada vaguely limited from view in the mess of things. His emergence was surprising, and still unimpressive. Despite the change in appearance, his movements had also shifted drastically, becoming more animalistic, a clear reversion to his former, primitive self.
Still not a single word came from the hole of his skull, golden, anguished orbs locking onto the entirety of the Espada’s swift-moving person, scanning every detail. The light show only intensified, the usage of a massive cero eradicating the remainder of his first wave. As the last one fell, its replacements scurried out of the darkness, seemingly with no end in sight. Another ten Gillians stepped from behind the porcelain trees that occupied the forest. As the Espada turned to attack The King, the reinforcements were already in place. The Gillians charged their cero in a quick succession, just as before, and immediately shot the sanguine rays at the Espada. The collision of the spew of blasts was just enough to crack the improved durability of his ressurecion, which acted as an opening for an overwhelming maneuver.
Meanwhile, odd, spine-like protrusions had coursed down towards the Adjuchas. The moment their pathing was noticed he’d begin to sink into the depths of the rancid liquid. Although it was only five feet deep, it’d encompass the entirety of his figure, while also allowing the complete erasure of his physical and spiritual presence. Concurrently, as the spines would hit the sludge, its contents would somewhat harden into something more tar-like, only for a moment. The liquid entrapped the dislodged spines, and the moment they met contact any reiryoku that quelled within them began to disperse into the pool, causing it to rise another foot for each spine. As the King vanished beneath the liquid, in groups of three and five, a battalion of Adjuchas-class menos emerged from the trench, thirty in number. Each of them resembles something amphibious, reptilian, or at the very least something aquatic. Their appearances ranged from crocodiles and frogs to urchins and pigfish.
Each and every one of them acted under his hand, killing at the lift of a finger at the cost of a simple mutualism. His strength was not only acknowledged, but it was revered; the lot of them may have something close to what was needed to usurp him, but in the grand scheme of things it would hold no weight in their journey to become more than just beasts scrambling In the dark. Under his rule, they’d never starve. Just as easy as the Gillians were disposed as pawns in the field of battle, they were just as likely to become meals for his subordinates. They’d even fought amongst each other, at times, fighting for both survival, and power in his ranks.
Each of the came at a different angle, covering every blind spot. Arms and jaws separated from each other and latched into the arrancar upon closing the distance, an action that occurred in a single second. The weight of them alone was enough to drag him downward, but as they exerted their strength that pressure would increase, each of them acting as an individual anchor or ball-with chain, dragging the Espada down into the abyss. As soon as any part of his body met with the liquid it would refuse to let go, pulling him under completely until his spiritual essence as a whole was no more, integrating the energy into the pool and inherently, The King himself.
Below its surface lied the envious King, hungry for the power he had witnessed and now had the opportunity to consume, a simple cog to his wheel of evolution. This was the key to his ascension..

 

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How incessant! Nicolas hissed in annoyance as the flurry of ceros once again pressed upon his skin. Granted this time he was in no mortal danger in this form, but it did cause his flesh to tear, and to avoid further loss, he snaked forced himself upwards out of the damage in a puff of smoke, and his regeneration process was nearly instantaneous. Steam billowed off of his once charred skin, and he rested his head back against the stalk. Though out of Gillian’s destruction, down below, they were growing in numbers, and quickly enough that the newly emerged bunch of Adjuchas advanced on him in an attempt to drag him down.
However, even if his body were busy healing, there was one thing that was always active. The smell of other beings had filled his senses upon emerging from the muck, and their scent becoming so strong in an instant would elicit a proper response. His hooves pressed up against the stalk and pushed himself upward, leading them towards the sky, quick, calculated, avoiding the first five chargers with the whip of a tail. Left, right, above, below, even right in front of him. That had enough pressure to shatter their masks and send them curving and spiraling against five of the gillians with a thunderous boom, simultaneously taking them out as well, leaving them with an abnormally Adjuchas-shaped hole in their masks. Unable to grasp him, Nicolas advanced further to distance himself.
Having been so far off of the ground since releasing his first Gran Rey Cero that beamed through the flurry of the former, Nicolas had already been equal to the Gillians in height, around thirty meters or so to have decimated their masks completely. For these Adjuchas to cover the distance - even after his momentary cease-fire - proved to Nicolas that he had to step up to the plate. At one-hundred-and-fifty feet above the sludge, he maneuvered behind the stalk, out of Gillian’s range of sight for all them to have released their ceros, and the next round of five was at his heels.
Like clockwork, their killing-intent would be shattered under pressure from Nicolas’ wild gaze alone. Crimson orbs grew ablaze, as did the rest of his body in his flickering release of reiatsu. Sheer release resulting in paralysis had caused them to pause in their pursuit, and Nicolas used that to his advantage, turning his body and using the superior strength of his legs to launch himself towards four out of the five current pursuers. In turn, grabbing them and whipping them violently against the next group behind them, taking out two birds with one stone, or preferably eight in this scene. Like from the strength of his tail, impact against one another would also prove fatal to both parties and would settle back from whence they came. So long as they could not grab him, they would never drag him down.
Propelling himself off of the last of the four, Nicolas boomed towards the fifth of the second charge, taking it by the mask and slamming it against the tall stalk, and immediately, Nicolas could feel it go slack and follow his brethren. Following up with the motions, he ripped out the beast reared his fist back before pummeling it against the chest, and sending it crashing into the fifth Adjuchas of the third party. There were little breaks, and little room to move. So he pushed himself out of the first one-hundred-and-fifty yards and doubled it, alternating between direction and height every five yards, but never delving below one-hundred-and-twenty-five off the ground. Left, right, up, down, up, right, left, hiding amongst the shadows of the tall towers.
Halved; the offensive party was cut in half. Fifteen Adjuchas left, and five gillians left, but the underground King was nowhere to be found. And his usual senses were already advanced, but he could hardly break past the grime that stained the ground. Recalling from earlier, the first two projectiles had been absorbed and caused a rise in said substance, so aimlessly setting off reiryoku-concentrated explosions would cause more harm to him than helping him take out the enemy. Nicolas could feel them nearing, and his tail shifted, ready to defend where his hands couldn’t. The power that exuded off of these beings didn’t go unnoticed, and Nicolas would prove to use it to his advantage even further. He would survive here and return to the surface, stronger and rise the chain. Armed with a new pair of ribs, Nicolas Presagio could hardly wait to see the end of the line.
Blood trickled off the tip of his tongue, and he charged, the giant ball of power only growing in size with every passing second, but he wouldn’t set off the Gran Rey Cero yet.

 

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Bubble. Bubble. Pop Bubble. Pop.
The surface of the of the ocean of sludge where The King lay in wait for his meal to be delivered constantly bubbled and spewed it's droplets out, further expanding from itself. Gurgling sounds began, barely audible, then escalating until even his meal, up high in the air could hear the the unsettling sounds that came from the sludge.
Splash. SPLASH. Splash. Splash. Splash. Splash.
Bodies of his useless underlings began to drop like flies. And those that fell into his ocean became engulfed, and assimilated. Not entirely useless, they served to feed his insatiable hunger. His power. The sea spewed and bubbled, expanding further, this time, expanding a full meter for each hollow that fed into this sludge. Six. Rising nearly an additional twenty feet.
Especially those few Adjuchas that managed to make some sort of contact with the Arrancar had done what they were actually intended for. Nicolas had on his body, smears and droplets of the sludge. In fact, it was now spread on the crystalline trees and even the large bodies of the gillians under the King's command. That's where it began, truly. The droplets, the smears, the handprints and footprints riddled across the entirety of the field and bodies began hungrily devour every ounce of reiryuoku it came in contact with. Subordinate or foe, it didn't discriminate in the slightest. He was King. There was no one else to challenge his authority, his power. They would all bend to his will and thus come sacrifice themselves on his whims, as he wished it so.
Nicolas, on his body, would come to feel the drainage of reiryoku coming from bubbling droplets on his left shoulder, his right forearm, right between his second and third rib bones on his abdomen, his left thigh, and even a larger stain of sludge on his tail. The least of his problems upon his notice. He'd have a split moment to make a move. And a fast one. As the dots on his body suddenly expanded wildly into formations, each one coming out with four thin, solid, and deadly spikes. The speck on his shoulder, one of the growth stabbed into the boy, disabling the entirety of his arm, while the second grazed his cheek, leaving a scratch on his face, resulting in the smallest amount of blood to ooze from his scratch, while the other two shot out, aiming for his neck and his temple. The droplet on his forearm would spike in all four directions, with one stabbing through his own forearm, and another coming dead center with his diaphragm, while the spikes on his ribcage grew inwards into his person, impaling him mercilessly. The drop on his thigh split down the middle, two of the spikes impaling the very thigh the speck landed on, while the other two stabbed through his opposite thigh, crashing through his femur, shattering it. While the largest of the stain on Nicolas' body, on his tail, the spikes shot directly towards the Arrancar's spine on three separate locations. The base of his neck, the center of his spine, and above his tailbone, with the last spike grazing at his side.