[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Nicolas Presagio heaved. With his back against one of many broken structures across the desert, he held onto his abdomen in pain. Swallowing back his cero and releasing it in a second wave that doubled its size and range was taxing. Reverting out of his Ressurección, Nicolas brushed his minty locks out of his eyes and steadied his reiryoku levels, shifting around in the sand. Even after all that, he hardly had a bite. An annoyed snarl escaped his body, but it quickly silenced upon the sudden ripple of power in the air.
Turning his nose up to the sky, he inhaled deeply, and the all too familiar scent from long ago had once again resurfaced, and in aggravation at that. The scream that came with the emergence of this particular force was painfully bone-rattling, causing the already injured Esapada to cover his ears, his brows knitting together in a tired glare. For what reason had he emerged after so long? After missing the massacre that happened no longer than three centuries ago. And as quickly as he had come, he had gone silent.
Taking the chance at a small break to rise to his feet, Nicolas propped himself up against the structure and inhaled deeply through his mouth, his tongue smacking against the roof of his mouth to fix his cottonmouth. And another roar, a proclamation of ranking, and if he were half of the Arrancar he was three centuries ago, he would falter, if not perish, beneath the impending doom of the self-proclaimed king.
But he wasn’t what he used to be. Three hundred years since the massacre and Nicolas had to improve on himself. If he hadn’t, there’d have been no chance of surviving in this dog-eat-dog world; the strong will forever overpower the weak, and though at the lowest rank of the Espada line, he would advance, whether he liked it or not. Beginning his trek towards his former Espada’s scent, Nicolas had contemplated on whether or not he would escape into the human realm to eat.
It had taken long, after all, possessing little chance at sonído in his standard form, to get to the throne room, where Vincent Bautista’s scent was the strongest. Would he be remembered? More than likely, no. Would he die? More than likely, yes. Did Nicolas care? Who knew? He surely didn’t. On his way there, his attire had shifted since his clothes had gotten ruined from his previous bout. Ridding of the traditional white hakama, baggy white pants became the norm instead, with a black sash tied around his waist to hold his pants up, and black wrap around his shins to keep his pants legs in place. Other than that, nothing changed. The open-jacket style stayed, always revealing the nimble upper body the pig possessed.
Eyes turned to the throne, and there he sat, as kingly as ever. “It’s been a while, Bautista. How was your vacation?”

 

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For a time, Vincent sat. Glued to the thrown. The silence was anything but stiff. His ever-changing facial expressions told a story all their own. Every attempt to sift through his memories was met with static. Every face and name seemed to imprint, then fade into obscurity. It was maddening. How had all of his memories left him in the past few decades? Had it been decades? Centuries? He could no longer tell. In these few quiet moments, he was an open book. Without speaking his ever-changing expressions were a distinct indication of the shift in moods he was in.

His endless pondering was cut to an end as a small presence caught his attention...no...more than one. Their very souls were large enough, the first being significantly smaller still piqued his interest. It crept through the gash left within Las Noches flesh, a small creature, not that vincent had any right to talk.
Its claws were bared like fangs, it was clearly on guard. Not aggressive, but cautiously curious. His eyes never did leave the adjuchas. It resembled a large feline of sorts. For a time, the Proclaimed king simply stared the beast down. His eyes did not waver, nor did even a single muscle move.
"So the first to notice my call...is an Adjuchas? How odd...that this one can get this close without succumbing to oblivion. Odd indeed.."

It was then that the second 'intruder' wondered into the palace. This time an Arrancar no less. The mint haired boy was clearly stronger than the Adjuchas, yet both of them were capable of getting this far without being eradicated. In three centuries this was all that remained in Las Noches? He was indifferent to this realization, however for the time being it would have to do. Again...a stiff silence followed as both took center stage before him.
“It’s been a while, Bautista. How was your vacation?”
His brow raised against his will. Bautista? Who in the hell was he talking too? There was a familiarity in his tone. It made vincents' hair stand on its ends. His face, mostly obscured by shadow came peaking thanks to a few rogue strands of moonlight. His eye piercing through the Arrancar. He studied his mint locs, the drab and lazy look in his eyes. He watched intently at his stroll, which lacked any sense of haste. Try as he might, he was only met with static.
"You'll have to forgive me...But I've no clue who you are nor who you're referring too. Care to explain...? In fact...I'm not asking. Speak..!
For the time being, Vincent showed no hostility, however, his tone could easily be felt like a physical force. It was a clear order. At the very least, if he didn't get the answer he wanted, he would simply feed on them both. He had much more to say, but he would await an answer. The air in the throne room had grown tranquil. He bore no ill-will within his soul for either of his guests, for the time being. His left leg crossed over his right as both his hands' locked fingers. He would stare Nicolas in the eye, never once altering his gaze. The small adjuchas he kept in his peripheral vision.

 

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characters: Fabius

There he walked for sometime, following both scent and Reiatsu, his eye wondering about out of caution even before the events that transpired here 300 years ago he didn’t dare come near the fortress of Las Noches. To him it was grounds to be consumed by the arrancars, Or to be pitted against other hollows for mere show, like Rome’s colosseum battles of old. Along with his freedom restricted to arrancars who knew nothing about leading; to the ones at the time saw hollows as an expendable force, to use against their enemies. Along with the politics of the Espada, where some would try to claim the higher ranking postions.
To him it was all designed to entertain someone, Possibly the king of Heuco Mundo. Though that time has ended, and so did his curiosity. There sat an Arrancar, Shorter than most he saw in the forests. Yet still from both smell and feel of the Reiatsu this one was the one who claimed himself to be king. King of what? Las Noches? the fortress itself by now was rotting away for three hundred years. Hueco Mundo? That was an impossible dream, for Hueco was vast, and there would be others claiming the title, while douncing this one. There both himself and the arrancar stared another, his claws still out, his caution never left him, while he would place himself down; the tattle tail sign of cat anxious would be his tail, swaying back and forth in the air.
Then another had entered the throne room, another arrancar. One with short blue hair, white attire clothing that was different from the traditional style of clothing most wore back then to mock the Shinigami. He appeared to wear a open style jack, exposing his hollow hole and chest, white baggy pants, to he held up by a black shash. There he would comment to the would be king, that was more curious, and the response curiouser and curiouser. The blue haired one knew the name of the would be king and the would be king did not know. While at the same time demanding the blue haired one explain who he was referring to. To which Fabius snarled in response, due to him being on edge, before speaking. “He does not refer to me!” followed up by his hair standing straight up, along with his tail. His throat released a low growl, while pulling his front body up, readying to strike an attack if needed. The one eyed tiger knew he was going to die, if there was a fight, but it was still in him to fight, never wanting to go and die without first attempting strike.

 

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The endless sand really had no end..Thankfully the biggest thing out there besides the tallest of Hollows was himself. A daring, seventeen foot tall, twenty five foot long from snout to tail tip, Tyrannosaurus Rex Adjucha with darting red eyes scanned his horizon with such a strong sense of sight and smell, he could see everything within a seven mile radius. No hollow dare come near this one, catching up most to 35 miles per hour in full sprint, and those powerful jaws, you could say goodbye to your life in an instant. The surroundings were rather bleak, as was the entirety of Hueco Mundo on most days. Absolutely no color, rarely anything to do but eat upon Hollow flesh… Life here could get rather dull. He faced his music long ago, knowing this was his home, now and forever. One solemn vehicle accident and then weeks of nobody noticing your existence despite having the biggest set of lungs this side of Tokyo, here he was. An exceptionally hard worker, perhaps even an over worker, a workaholic, it passed on even here; along with a few other… rather unwanted things. The beast’s eye twitched, as did it’s two beady fingers.
“son of a jack honkin tart sniffin’ butt… It’s freaking hot!”
Surprisingly such a squeaky, raspy, almost utterly unbearable little voice came from such a large creature. It was like a man on steroids, everything was huge except for his voice. He boomed it well enough, as if he screamed it. He did, making it come out more like a roar than a scream. To keep from belting out how he felt like that again, he lowered his head and kept moving. At least… until he felt the massive reiryoku energy of someone else he’d never felt before. It was coming from far off in the distance, but he felt it. Intrigued by it, he started following it, and soon it split into other beings besides just one as he got closer.
He’d lift his head and tail up in a curious manner, moving his head around to try and get a look at the three figures ahead. As he stomped, the three would feel the earth beneath them rumbling, from Two tons of Adjucha coming from far off in the distance. Tiran was curious about the three figures he soon came to tower over. As he came to a stand still, they could probably hear his breath as they had the pleasure of standing in his shade, at least the sun wouldn’t be beating down upon them… he supposed. He’d lean his head down slowly and cautiously to get a better look and a sniff of the three, and feel like moving on. He was more curious than itching for a fight anyway. He wouldn’t turn his back on the three though. He’d back up a little bit, then wait and see if any of them would do something, threatening, or not. He’d lift his head up so they wouldn’t have to smell his hideous breath, and shook like a dog.
“What’s New Pussycat?”
Was all he said, directed toward the Tiger Adjucha that had arrived probably feeling the same thing Tiran did when he arrived there.

 

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The endless sand really had no end..Thankfully the biggest thing out there besides the tallest of Hollows was himself. A daring, seventeen foot tall, twenty five foot long from snout to tail tip, Tyrannosaurus Rex Adjucha with darting red eyes scanned his horizon with such a strong sense of sight and smell, he could see everything within a seven mile radius. No hollow dare come near this one, catching up most to 35 miles per hour in full sprint, and those powerful jaws, you could say goodbye to your life in an instant. The surroundings were rather bleak, as was the entirety of Hueco Mundo on most days. Absolutely no color, rarely anything to do but eat upon Hollow flesh… Life here could get rather dull. He faced his music long ago, knowing this was his home, now and forever. One solemn vehicle accident and then weeks of nobody noticing your existence despite having the biggest set of lungs this side of Tokyo, here he was. An exceptionally hard worker, perhaps even an over worker, a workaholic, it passed on even here; along with a few other… rather unwanted things. The beast’s eye twitched, as did it’s two beady fingers.
“son of a jack honkin tart sniffin’ butt… It’s freaking hot!”
Surprisingly such a squeaky, raspy, almost utterly unbearable little voice came from such a large creature. It was like a man on steroids, everything was huge except for his voice. He boomed it well enough, as if he screamed it. He did, making it come out more like a roar than a scream. To keep from belting out how he felt like that again, he lowered his head and kept moving. At least… until he felt the massive reiryoku energy of someone else he’d never felt before. It was coming from far off in the distance, but he felt it. Intrigued by it, he started following it, and soon it split into other beings besides just one as he got closer.
He’d lift his head and tail up in a curious manner, moving his head around to try and get a look at the three figures ahead. As he stomped, the three would feel the earth beneath them rumbling, from Two tons of Adjucha coming from far off in the distance. Tiran was curious about the three figures he soon came to tower over. As he came to a stand still, they could probably hear his breath as they had the pleasure of standing in his shade, at least the sun wouldn’t be beating down upon them… he supposed. He’d lean his head down slowly and cautiously to get a better look and a sniff of the three, and feel like moving on. He was more curious than itching for a fight anyway. He wouldn’t turn his back on the three though. He’d back up a little bit, then wait and see if any of them would do something, threatening, or not. He’d lift his head up so they wouldn’t have to smell his hideous breath, and shook like a dog.
“What’s New Pussycat?”
Was all he said, directed toward the Tiger Adjucha that had arrived probably feeling the same thing Tiran did when he arrived there.