[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

[BSD]

The sound of the hardened wings’ joints sliding against each other bellowed with a subtle echo over the dunes. Each stride caused them to shift along the Hollow’s back while folded against it, pieces of stone even seemingly falling from their surface. For a moment he is taken away from his admiration of his invader, as the world away from them reconstructs itself in the background. The castle that was, and had been for centuries came under new management.. as well as new architecture. This he could appreciate, even in a random moment such as this. Reiryoku seems to seep through his stony skin, each step he takes creating a smooth surface where sand once was. The statues had been destroyed forcefully, a feat that was not to be taken lightly or.. gone unpunished. Or perhaps, just as the winds of change had swept through Las Noches, they’d needed to touch upon his domain as well. He continues to walk forward, not directly approaching the God-King but lingering in his direction all the same. He looks up at him, golden orbs taking in the stature of such a stranger creature. So much power, packed inside that body? He could feel, but not quite understand or comprehend the extent of the God-King’s innate destruction.

Hardened knuckles dig beneath him, as his walking stature becomes reminiscent of a simian in nature. Close inspection would reveal the sliding of muscle around the hollow’s throat area, akin to one that swallows before speaking. A mighty jaw unhinges to reveal a mouth of near-vampiric teeth, sharp to no end. A ghastly breath escapes, and it seems words wanted to as well, until-
“Man, you should loosen up! Why so stiff pal!?”
An arrancar all the same, vibrant locks of purple hair swinging about as he conversed with one of the many statues in an animated fashion.
“Wow, giving me the silent treatment huh? What, you think you’re better than me punk?! STOP BEING RUDE ASSHOLE!!”
Quite obviously the statue did not answer, and would not answer; nor would any of them. What type of fool was this? Or.. was it a fool at all. In fact, when did he get here? How did he approach without the slightest sign of his arrival, there hadn’t even been a spec of something sensible coming from his person, yet here he was. The God King gazes down upon him, but not with eyes of hunger or disgust, but in a way they radiated respect. Was this other arrancar looked at as an equal or something close? How strong were they both?
“Tch, whatever. Forget you too! I’ll just talk to one of these other cool guys. Aint that right?!”
The fool persists, and for the moment would be ignored. He had to figure out how to replace his broken masterpieces, or just maybe… replace them all. His mouth opens again, maybe words would flow through this time, but instead-
RUUUUUAHHHHH
A vicious yell comes howling, similar to the Vagido that shook Hueco Mundo just moments before. From the monstrous scream comes a vacuum of wind that first pulls all closer, before a shockwave follows to expand outward. Beneath the roar’s undertone crackling could be heard with an increase in volume-
Crack - Crack - Crack
Each one of the statues erupts simultaneously from the vocal command, and from each of them comes a trail of spiritual energy that acts as a lesser piece of a whole. They spiral about in the sky before colliding within themselves, collapsing to form a spherical dome of reiatsu around the hollow. Brief glimpses of what’s hidden within reveal reiryoku previously within each statue being consumed into the adjuchas’ body. Waves of that very same chartreuse reiryoku pulsate in a clean mile radius around them, only a second or two separating each wave. His guests, if not taking the proper countermeasures, would soon welcome an ominious feeling. Every action they took would feel slower, and slower, increasing with every pulse, its magnitude even more present with those closest to him. It was clear that there was a near incomprehensible amount of power gained by ingesting the entirety of his collection, but what was the goal beyond that?

 

[BSD]

-
-
-
-
--
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-

Las Noches was calling him and yet he decides to take a short detour from his destination. Instead of heading straight towards Las Noches, this Adjuchas decides to take the scenic route and heads through Menos Forest. He moves forward never wavering from his ultimate end goal, however, he does have hopes of finding a meal in this forest. Nothing but lesser Hollows exist in this place hiding in fear from the Arrancar and Vast Lorde above only the brave or foolish venture to the surface of the sands. This Adjuchas is neither of those, brave nor foolish, he roams those sands because he is strong enough to do so and he knows it. Returning to this underbelly of weaklings, as he would phrase it, serves no purpose to him other than to increase his strength and push him further to his next stage of evolution. He trots along, lesser Hollows and even Menos Grande are all laid out on the ground or on branches their bodies vanishing into black specs and merging with the Reishi that flows through all of Hueco Mundo. These unfortunate beings are all dead just from straying too close to this Adjuchas, death rides a pale horse indeed. He moves along not even giving so much as a glance to the dropping and decaying bodies around him, its the norm for him, after all, it would be like a human making a big deal about breathing air something so natural that is done daily is no cause for celebration or note.
CLIP... CLOP... CLIP
His hooves echoed out into the forest that eerie sound accompanied by the dropping bodies caused surrounding Hollows to flee before this thing got too close. Something else called to this steed, like a low tone frequency overshadowed by a louder one the louder frequency being his calling to Las Noches and this lower one was... Something else. Perhaps this is why he decided to venture to the Forest of Menos. Another roar echos out above, this was once again that strange roar he heard not the one that had called out to him. He may learn the truth to this shouting match once he emerges from the forest and gets to Las Noches.
CLIP... CLOP
A body from on high falls from the quartz-like trees and lands before the being who recently emerged from the mouth of a cave. As the body collapses and vanishes before him he may wonder what it was that caused this Hollow to suddenly die, perhaps it succumbed to poison or another wound.
CLIP... CLOP... CLIP... CLOP
The sound of hooves draws nearer, any form of life around went into a panic and began to flee scurrying about as if they were the winds of a chaotic storm. Silence emerges from the chaos, the eye of the storm has arrived.
CLIP-CLOP... CLIP-CLOP... CLIP...
A deep voice calls out to the boar headed being, a deep voice with a more than obvious Spanish accent that added a strange allure to his words when he speaks.
"A blade in hand and a humanoid body. What is a Vasto Lorde doing here in Bosque de los Menos,
(Forest of Menos) is it perhaps a cruel joke you play on yourself to rummage around here in this inmundicia? (Filth)
His mouth only opens just enough for his voice to exit without muffling it when he finishes speaking his fanged maw closes shut. He stands silently staring down this being he thinks to be a Vasto Lorde, his arrival heralded by the dead and dying a testament to his strength. What does he want with this boar headed Vasto Lorde, does he wish to fight, consume, or just have an idle conversation with it? Regardless of that the Boar would be able to feel the vast weight of Reiatsu subconsciously seeping out from this Unicorn Adjuchas, he wouldn't die or come to harm from this much but it would make running away from him a challenge.

-
-
-
-
--
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-

Las Noches was calling him and yet he decides to take a short detour from his destination. Instead of heading straight towards Las Noches, this Adjuchas decides to take the scenic route and heads through Menos Forest. He moves forward never wavering from his ultimate end goal, however, he does have hopes of finding a meal in this forest. Nothing but lesser Hollows exist in this place hiding in fear from the Arrancar and Vast Lorde above only the brave or foolish venture to the surface of the sands. This Adjuchas is neither of those, brave nor foolish, he roams those sands because he is strong enough to do so and he knows it. Returning to this underbelly of weaklings, as he would phrase it, serves no purpose to him other than to increase his strength and push him further to his next stage of evolution. He trots along, lesser Hollows and even Menos Grande are all laid out on the ground or on branches their bodies vanishing into black specs and merging with the Reishi that flows through all of Hueco Mundo. These unfortunate beings are all dead just from straying too close to this Adjuchas, death rides a pale horse indeed. He moves along not even giving so much as a glance to the dropping and decaying bodies around him, its the norm for him, after all, it would be like a human making a big deal about breathing air something so natural that is done daily is no cause for celebration or note.
CLIP... CLOP... CLIP
His hooves echoed out into the forest that eerie sound accompanied by the dropping bodies caused surrounding Hollows to flee before this thing got too close. Something else called to this steed, like a low tone frequency overshadowed by a louder one the louder frequency being his calling to Las Noches and this lower one was... Something else. Perhaps this is why he decided to venture to the Forest of Menos. Another roar echos out above, this was once again that strange roar he heard not the one that had called out to him. He may learn the truth to this shouting match once he emerges from the forest and gets to Las Noches.
CLIP... CLOP
A body from on high falls from the quartz-like trees and lands before the being who recently emerged from the mouth of a cave. As the body collapses and vanishes before him he may wonder what it was that caused this Hollow to suddenly die, perhaps it succumbed to poison or another wound.
CLIP... CLOP... CLIP... CLOP
The sound of hooves draws nearer, any form of life around went into a panic and began to flee scurrying about as if they were the winds of a chaotic storm. Silence emerges from the chaos, the eye of the storm has arrived.
CLIP-CLOP... CLIP-CLOP... CLIP...
A deep voice calls out to the boar headed being, a deep voice with a more than obvious Spanish accent that added a strange allure to his words when he speaks.
"A blade in hand and a humanoid body. What is a Vasto Lorde doing here in Bosque de los Menos,
(Forest of Menos) is it perhaps a cruel joke you play on yourself to rummage around here in this inmundicia? (Filth)
His mouth only opens just enough for his voice to exit without muffling it when he finishes speaking his fanged maw closes shut. He stands silently staring down this being he thinks to be a Vasto Lorde, his arrival heralded by the dead and dying a testament to his strength. What does he want with this boar headed Vasto Lorde, does he wish to fight, consume, or just have an idle conversation with it? Regardless of that the Boar would be able to feel the vast weight of Reiatsu subconsciously seeping out from this Unicorn Adjuchas, he wouldn't die or come to harm from this much but it would make running away from him a challenge.

 

[BSD]

Steam erupted from his nostrils the moment that distant patter of hooves grew closer. The sound of hooves was far from alarming but it meant he needed to be prepared for whatever was to come. Albeit rather than being on edge Hibiki had come to stare the beast in its face without even so much as an ounce of hesitation. His form covered in the slain hollows blood as he listened to every word the beast before him had to offer. He had the right train of questioning for a beast on four legs, however nothing about this was shocking at all. A talking unicorn was probably the least bothersome thing about this ordeal so when it opted to approach and speak Hibiki’s eyes fixated on its form. Perhaps this four legged beast thought itself among the mighty as hollows fell in its wake. Their deaths upon his arrival didn’t even shake hibiki in the slightest bit. In turn when the beast finished speaking and the mentions of filth reached his ears he had to hold back a bit of laughter. If these hollows that surrounded him were filth what did that make his new four legged friend.

Another tuft of steam escaped Hibiki’s snout as he contemplated a response to the hollow that stood before him. It was clear that without a doubt it held him in some kind of high regard referring to him as a vasto lorde. This merely led Hibiki to play the part to the best of his ability given the circumstances of his mission. He parted his lips to speak and rather than the maw of the boar head moving it seemingly did the same thing as the beast that sat before him, subtle mouth movements. Yet when this beast found itself trying to bear the weight of its reiatsu upon Hibiki he could find it almost snuffed out by the presence of something far more daunting. Hibiki’s own reiatsu is almost unruly in some regards so when this Adjuchas found itself attempting to impose its own upon him he could find it was like having the fangs of a beast pressed against its throat in response as he spoke.
“If they’re filth what does that make you? You walk on four legs and roam this land just the same as I do. Funny how that works isn’t it?”
Even as these two spoke something welled up in the belly of Hibiki. His zanpakuto spirit was resonating with a wild air about it, just the same as his reiatsu did. However this wasn’t fear itself resonating from the short blade that resided in his hand. The only explanation that could come next was that his spirit sought change and as the two of them stood before the adjuchas its form began to glow a soft white. Even in the presence of another, perhaps this was the beast that dwelled within beckoning to Hibiki. The last he saw his inner world it was writhe with that of fertile greenery and vines running rampant amidst his previous empty stadium. The only thing that signified something was afoot within his inner world was the absence of his spirit. Had this Adjuchas been capable of seeing Hibiki’s zanpakuto spirit in these moments it would be that of a daunting figure. Its form only towering over Hibiki by only a few inches as its intangible form stood over his shoulders it peered into the very depths of the adjuchas before him. Had it come to challenge Hibiki’s place in this world or perhaps it thought a fight amongst its kind was the best way to prove itself. Either way when his zanpakuto took on that soft glow its form elongated taking up the appearance of a blade similar in size to a nodachi.
As they stood before each other another deep breath came from within Hibiki’s newfound mask. The steam that escaped from within coming across as if he was still the boar flaring its nostrils at a potential enemy. Its nose twitched when this breath escaped and Hibiki’s form adjusted to the circumstances once more coming to terms with the fact that his trip to Hueco Mundo was going to be a long one. His body was poised in those moments alone taking into account that he very well could start this journey off with more than simply a change in demeanor. Had the Adjuchas taken it upon himself to lunge after Hibiki in an attempt at an attack he would find he was more than ready to return the favor with an attack of his own. Amidst this when his new found zanpakuto formed within his grasp he would find the place where a tsuba normally resided on a blade a sword was nonexistent. Along with the aforementioned what covered the hilt was no longer those soft silken wraps he had become accustomed to but, it was affixed with a similar wrap that he normally garbed his hands in. Tattered bandages to give him a familiar sensation in the face of a familiar enemy. Even then his zanpakuto spirit was raging to show Hibiki just what he had in store for him amidst his abrupt departure from their inner world even if only for a moment.

 

[BSD]

-
-
-
-
--
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-

This boar that stands before him is mighty indeed, so mighty that it is able to snuff out the Reiatsu that is subconsciously released by this Adjuchas. Perhaps, just maybe, a meal has presented itself seeing how this boar has not collapsed yet and contends against his Reiatsu but is this all it has to offer? The boar speaks to him, taunting him, turning his own insult back against him oh how bold this boar must be to do such a thing.
“If they’re filth what does that make you? You walk on four legs and roam this land just the same as I do. Funny how that works isn’t it?”
A chuckle escapes from the Adjuchas and slowly builds up to full-on laughter as his maw opens wide to let his laughter be heard by all in the forest below the sands. His maw snaps shut with a growl following behind it as Reiryoku begins to flow through his entire body, the previously snuffed out Reiatsu beginning to resurface slowly and steadily.
"Soy Maximiliano Zacarías! (I am Maximiliano Zacarías) Please! Tell me your name el fuerte (Strong one) so that I may carve it into my mind and remember you as the last being to stand before me before my ascensión (ascension) to Las Noches!"
Explosion of Power
Once the boar gives his name, or even if he responds with an attack, he would be met by the explosion of a bomb. What this boar originally thought to be a purposeful exertion of Reiatsu was nothing more than smoke rising from the volcano as he now bears the full brunt of the pyroclastic flow that washes over him. However, a pyroclastic flow is not something someone merely feels nor bears as it is a torrential flow of hot ash that barrels through all in its path at high speeds reshaping all it has traveled over often leaving nothing left and in this case, it is a crushing wave of pressure that moves just as fast and begins to destroy the environment around them. The quartz-like trees chip, crack and eventually crumble as the wave of Reiatsu travels and then washes over them. The ground sinks and craters wiping away the cave that was near and as the landscape was rearranged so too were the lives of onlooking hollow who thought themselves safe from a distance. A slight tremor would reach the surface but seeing how there is an entirely different situation going on above it may go unnoticed. Like a bomb being dropped on a local populace, there is no time to prepare, there is only a flash of royal purple and then destruction.
The sound of rocks, quartz, and other random fragments of debris begin to hit the ground as the Adjuchas settles himself down. This was no mere display of strength this was an attack clear and simple an attack that erupted deep from the infinite depths of his being. All that remains is but a crater cleared of cave, trees, and any other natural obstruction. With the boar being so close in proximity to him he has little time to escape from the violent explosion of Reiatsu and is wiped away much like this landscape. All this destruction and Maximiliano's Reiryoku continues to flow through his body still ready to fight as his eyes scan the crater for a corpse to consume or maybe even parade around. He hopes, deep down in the infinite pit of his being he hopes, that this boar survived so that he can finally face someone or something in a contest of strength, which is something that has eluded him for centuries. So much excitement builds that Reiryoku starts to gather and spiral around his horn.
"Come on falsificador (faker) don't you die on me yet, not while I've yet to have my fun with you."

 

[BSD]

As the newly crowned Primera continues entertaining himself with the horrific statues, both the God King and the winged sculptor...ignore him. Marcos appears otherwise unperturbed, appears ignorant to the current tension in the air, and ignorant of just how foolish he appears in the eyes of those present.
Vincent keeps his focus trained on the shadowesque Gargoyle, still obscured and little more than a silhouette. Reiryoku is quietly amassed along the tube like organs embedded in bone plating. The God of Destruction waits, and observes.
RUUUUUAHHHHH
The creature is less than welcoming to its intruders. Winds howl and hiss as heavy statues, sand and anything within proximity is pulled in towards the creature, forcefully guided by a powerful vacuum. It lasts for but a few moments and then, everything pulled is blown back by the subsequent shockwave.
As if obeying their master’s incoherent command, each statue concurrently explodes, every single one — including Marcos’s newly found friend. Slitted eyes in pink painted hues stare at the crumbling pieces of stone that scatter about, the spiritual energy shelled inside, like all the others, trail into the sky. The varying colors of reiryoku coalesce into a single sphere, the imagery resembling the very power of God King Vincent from the kaleidoscope of colors. The dome of spiritual energy encapsulates the gargoyle as the creature begins to siphon from the well. Within the dome and along its surface, images of varying hollows can be seen, their shapes, their horrified expressions..the victims of the Mad Sculptor.
Marcos remains standing, still staring where his statue friend once stood. He is silent, amidst the whirling of wind. He is idle..deathly still as pulses of spiritual power ripples out from the dome, expanding a mile out in every direction.
Plop Drip Plop
The Sound of dripping. Marcos’s fingers are coiled into fists, painted claw-like nails digging into his palms. There is a subtle shake in the tightly clenched fists, eyes spark and burn in fluorescent pink, slitted pupils dilate as a noticeable veins along his arm, neck and forehead bulge and throb in fury.
Marcos...has been angered.
There is a strange nuance within these spiritual ripples, one that the God King would no doubt quickly notice...but what of Marcos the Fool? Now seemingly blinded by anger at the loss of a comrade...a friend..a silent stoney confidant. Though he takes no action now, still stricken by shock and grief..there’s little telling just how the Primera will respond
There’s no telling WHEN he will, like the statues...erupt.