[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Galia had been at the gates for a short amount of time before in a short distance, he felt the spiritual pressure of three others, quickly approaching. He did remember two… although one of the two he did remember, felt very much stronger. Exponentially so… Galia was almost envious of it. Only the top of his head down to his nose crept up from the sands at first, at least until the first one of the group of three arrived. He wondered if the other two would recognize him… slightly overhearing their conversation, he learned one was called, 'Nick', the other two, especially the smaller one that called the blue-haired one Nick, Galia remembered from earlier; during the Horse and Piggy's fight.
he'd heard what one said, about him being the pest in the sands; to them he probably was. To show he wasn't a threat… Galia cautiously rose completely out of the sands, the grains washing over his newly formed body, including the large bone-colored Zanpakuto on the beast's back. Galia was taller than Aragon and Nick, about the same size height wise to Max, give or take a few inches. With one eye closed, Galia stared at the three quietly waiting to see what they would say or do… they wouldn't feel any malicious intent coming from the crested Arrancar, no… he was merely there to see if any of them would show him what he should do next; if he told them the piggy Shinigami broke his mask and jaw then ran off? Would they think him weak?
He probably was in their eyes. Each one of them looked stronger than the next, with the big purple-haired one feeling the strongest… maybe he should be the one to break the proverbial ice, seeing as though they all acted less violent than Galia thought they would be. Coming from his lips was a deep, but soft voice. Galia was very relaxed on the outside; on the inside, every inch of him was screaming to dig back into the sands and run off; mostly because their presences dominated Los Noches.
"Hello…"
He paused for a moment to open his left eye finally, but he put his left arm on his waist and his right rubbed the back of his neck, wondering what he should do next, and he sighed taking a knee before Max.
He was curious about the so-called god-king, seeing as though the strength between then and now showed tremendously… Galia's eyes gleamed as if he admired the potential new god-king and these Arrancar. He did notice himself, being the only one with a Zanpakuto as huge as his, compared to the Zanpakuto of these three. That made him further uneasy, why was his so large compared to theirs? Witnessing the larger Arrancar, the one calling himself the new god-king, pass by him and open the gates, then take a walk up to the throne of Los Noches.
"Aragon! Send the word out to all current Espada and all known Arrancar and Vasto Lordes. Tell them that their God-King demands their presence at Las Noches at once! I wish to hold a meeting. We will be discussing our upcoming trip to the World of The Living."
Galia looked back toward the Arrancar behind him, then sat, cross-legged on the floor quietly at the front gate of Los Noches. A trip to the world of the living? Interesting. for now, though, he thought he might prove useful by being the active Guardian of the gate; unless Max wanted him to do something else. He wondered what number or position the God-King would grace him with… given his newly awakened power, he could only guess himself becoming a Fraccion to someone or a Numeros. At least he knew where to go; so far he was glad he did, maybe sticking around for a bit would be a good lot of fun. He wasn't addressed yet, he stayed Quiet; maybe they would address the monkey in the room and get to know him better; or not even care at all… either way was fine to Galia.
"oh."
He reminded himself of the beast that resembled the Reiatsu signature of the being This new god-king absorbed.
"Not sure if interested, but in the forest of menos a beast with the Reiatsu of the same feel as what he mended with, interrupted my fight with the piggy; not sure if you were looking for this creature, though I believe whatever devours it could gain his power as well."
Maybe they could find the beast in time, before another hollow eats it, and gains the power to try and rival this new god-king… It was a good point to tell them of the last place Vincent's spawn was seen… maybe they would overlook his presence and failure to kill the piggy still roaming free, and take his word on Vincent's pet.
"if you need me to do anything…"
He said, calmly closing both his eyes and putting his large Zanpakuto in his lap. He wasn't napping, he was more meditating, trying to center his newfound power.

 

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Wind whistles and touches the face of the False King that stands far in the dark sky, peering towards the location of the powerful Reiatsu emission. This numero had been keeping track of the battle unfolding before him, his eyes were even able to see it, despite the many miles that stood between him and the battle that had raged. Events that unfolded after were of no concern to him. In fact, he found everything taking place to be rather trivial, to such a degree that he didn't lift a finger. Prying eyes were all that came from him. He cared not for Vincent, nor the fate that had befallen him. If anything, it was rather hilarious to see the person that claimed to be the God-King fall so easily to a fiend of Hell. Enrico wouldn't even go as far as to acknowledge the power that the Togabito held, electing to focus on Vincent's inherent weakness that he perceived. A chuckle came from the man as his right hand gripped a transparent glass that held something that looked like a liquid but certainly wasn't wine. It was the fine, aged soul of an Adjucha that he had taken apart piece by piece before breaking it down into nothing more than a soul. Sipping casually, he spotting another Arrancar as the glass touched his lips, the remainder of the soul pouring into his esophagus.
"Now that was an aged delicacy, but of course, I would never dine on something that wasn't worthy. In fact, I'm certain there are more worthy souls worth reclaiming. After all, they belong to me, anyway. Their life is temporary and I shall break them back down into their purest state and allow for them to age just like a fine wine. Truly, delicacies such as this are to be cherished by none other than myself, the one true King." His lips curled upwards into a rather smug grin that indicated his devout conviction in his own words. Despite his status, he referred to himself as the King. God-King was far too pretentious a title for the man to even consider. Sparing himself the semantics, he utilized one Universal word that all could understand. Concluding his monologue, the man set his eyes once more on the traveling Arrancar.

"A decent amount of Reiryoku, likely fine control, and rather unique hair color. Perhaps I shall grace them with my presence. Small acts of charity on the way to the corpse of Vincent; I can allow myself such things, I deserve them, after all." Tossing the glass to the sands that had been dyed by lightning, the man's amber optics found themselves plastered to the female. Comparing her to Elliora wasn't even up for question, not at this point. In fact, he never did such a thing. There was no one that could even come close to rivaling his Queen. Oh, how he missed her: it had been all of an hour since he'd last seen her, and that was far too long.
As if he'd never existed, the man's appearance became one with the jet black skies of Hueco Mundo. Sheer expedition granted him the ability to slip in and out of one's sensory and eyesight, tricking any senses that they might have. Paired with his unique abilities revolved around his Sonído, the False King was certainly a sight to behold when one could actually keep track of him. In a single motion, miles upon miles had been surmounted. Yes, that's right — the woman whom he had vividly seen was tens of miles away at the time and that gap had been closed with a singular swift motion that took virtually no effort on his part. Emerging 10 meters above her, she was sure to notice his sudden presence that he hadn't been flexing from miles away. Control was something that a King was to exude; they are a prime example that their subjects are to imitate. Emilia would surely feel the presence above her given her proximity to the Espada. Surely, this would take her off guard given that she was simply on her way to check out what was going on beforehand. Minding one's own business was for the best, but there was no such thing as "privacy" while Enrico existed. Anything that one claimed to be theirs was undoubtedly his.
A sigh seemed to escape the man's lips as he stood above the woman in the air, his hand pressed against his right cheek as his index finger rested alongside his jaw. There was something off, the man's sudden appearance coupled with his lack of words was worrisome. Perhaps that was because the man was, in fact, less than half a meter away from the young Arrancar known as Emilia. It was unlikely that she would realize this, as he had utilized his expertise Gemelos Sonído to circumvent her sensory. Like a hunter chasing down his food, he had already encroached upon her personal space. His right hand sought to grasp her shoulder with a rather gentle grip, but one that would halt her from moving even a single inch. Should even the thought of fighting back cross her mind, she would find herself in a pitiful state rather shortly, or even within a glass-like the one he had discarded earlier. There was no intent to kill, but rather, an odd intent to understand the thought process of the one deadset on heading towards Las Noches. The man's lips parted as a rather serene yet oddly cheerful tone came forth.
"Rejoice, Mongrel! You have made the acquaintance of the King. The one referred to as the King of Sand, yes, that's right; the ruler of Hueco Mundo, no, of all worlds! Enrico Echeverría has allowed for you to exist within his presence." His lips closed as his small monologue came to a close, but his facial expression and grip would let the woman know that he wasn't done speaking: "Now, tell me, young one, where is it you're headed to? Perhaps to see Vincent's dead body? Is it power you desire? Or are you brave enough to make the journey to Las Noches with your King?" Many questions pelted the woman, but he expected an answer for every single one of them. Yes, this was the 4th Espada in all his glory.

 

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Each step taken was bringing her closer and closer to Las Noches, though oddly it was getting brighter. Each small gust of wind carried small traces of warmth with, which was odd to say the least, as Hueco Mundo was for the most. one does not find warmth in this place, any hollow or arrancar wishing for that would more than likely head towards the world of the living. She noticed that the hellish energy had begun to disappear, a relief for sure, but now her curiosity got her as that feeling of warmth came from the same direction as the energy
“Did they take care of that thing already?”
She wondered if it was one person or more, hollows? Noo A vasto can handle its own, maybe some Adjucha, but not a lot could. Arrancars were a likely bet. Was there a gathering of them? One question she would likely find the answer to once she got there. However there was a reiatsu signature far off in the distance, closer than the hell gate but still far. Wait. No. Her eyes shifted upwards catching a glimpse of him as she continued to run along the sand. The arrancar had the advantage however it didn’t capitalize upon it. She continued her run not interested in the conversation that might be had. The arrancar had other thoughts, as it was now behind her and its hand had moved and gripped onto her shoulder, causing her to stop.
“Rejoice, Mongrel! You have made the acquaintance of the King. The one referred to as the King of Sand, yes, that's right; the ruler of Hueco Mundo, no, of all worlds! Enrico Echeverría has allowed for you to exist within his presence”
It was certainly amusing to hear the espada talk highly of himself, even at the expense of talking down to her. She knew of him, and his arrogance, but to proclaim himself King of all the worlds? Now that would be interesting… Maybe… Just maybe she can toy with that ego of his, though it was a gamble to say the least, as she had also heard that he was quick to anger, when one says the wrong thing.
“Now, tell me, young one, where is it you're headed to? Perhaps to see Vincent's dead body? Is it power you desire? Or are you brave enough to make the journey to Las Noches with your King?”
“Vincent? Didn’t he die long ago? Never mind, I didn’t know I was headed to Las Noches, its been so long since I saw that ruined fortress.”
Emilia’s voice was calm as she was given the news of the god king’s recent death. She didn’t care for his death, as she saw Vincent the God king as the one responsible for Hueco Mundo’s current state of decay. Two things had caught her attention, the faint warmth coming from the direction of Las Noches, and the fact that the being that came had came from there. She didn’t know what to expect at this point, and found it beneficial to travel with someone.
“Well then King of the worlds, I am Emilia, Laurena, Kastile No number as of yet. As king will you guide this humble subject to Las Noches?”
She had finally decided to turn herself around gently pushing the hand off her shoulder, where she would kneel before the false king. No doubt playing into his ego, hoping to use it to gain his trust.

 

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"Aragon! Send the word out to all current Espada and all known Arrancar and Vasto Lordes. Tell them that their God-King demands their presence at Las Noches at once! I wish to hold a meeting. We will be discussing our upcoming trip to the World of The Living."
Is the last thing Aragon let his ears hear before he was gone. No visible warning of his disappearance. He simply was not there any longer. Interestingly he was still felt around them. For this Palace of Las Noches might be ruled by a king, He made this it, it is his baby. A shining light in black wasteland. His body was skipping and flickering in and out of view rapidly as he ascended his own castle for the very first time. Every detail etched with his minds eyes, Aragon would soon be upon a huge spire at the crown of the castle. There the Horn of Las Noches resides. "Pulmones Del Desierto" Aragon thought, the lungs of the desert. A giant horn from a fallen hollow Aragon met hundreds of years ago, was not held in place via chains in the center of the highest spire on the tallest tower of Las Noches. Above it, is nothing but blinding white light from the artificial sun of Hueco Mundo. Stopping once he reached the towers chamber, Aragon walked in slowly. Activating his Primal senses, he would then reach for the horn and preform his Vagido (ヴァヒード, vahīdo; Spanish for "Child's Wail") thought the horn. The sheer volume of the horn would instantly deafen a majority of Hueco Mundo. This wail might be camouflaged as the call, yet this was a rallying horn to send Aragon's Fraccion into overdrive. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small almost gooey black bean looking creature. A miniature Boca, Aragon would then bring it about a foot away from his face before speaking into it.
" Command, all of you are to seek any living being you can sense throughout the entirety of Hueco Mundo. You will tell them this following message; 'Vincent has been captured by a Togabito from hell, The throne is vacant, and I have a single prospect unless one of you is so bold enough to claim the title for yourself. He is calling the Espada and any Arrancar to converge in the New Las Noches castle, Just follow the light of the sun.'" He would allow the Boca to digest this message and then begin, he could feel them move, as if the walls of the fabric of Hueco Mundo start to crawl. Each one using skills of the Hollow and Arrancar to reach any target they could. Among the first were Marcos and those around him, It would deliver the message and then float around awkwardly before sinking back into the sands. Another two would be sent to an odd pair on the desert, already on the path Aragon requests. The Boca show up before Enrico and Emilia, not with the motions of attack, but with the motions of sentries, even giving of minimal reiatsu signature as they dug themselves out of the sand to float around the two. Giving the Message of Aragon they would speak freely. "Please, Consume us, you'll need your strength to cross the desert. To the Segunda and even retired or exiled Espada and Arrancar, The Boca traveled everywhere, even to beings Aragon didn't specifically know.
The few in Menos Forest would also do this task. Seeking out the presence of the Vasto Lorde Helliodoro, yet there was another presence. One that Aragon had not forgotten about. He would then assign a single Boca in Forest of Menos another task. One of great importance for the events to come. Taking the small Boca once more, Aragon would speak into it muttering some words for the stranger among us.
Deep within the forest, a lone Shinigami had been found and apparently left alone. Caught in the chaos of Hueco Mundo, this being never left Aragon's mind. It would travel and travel until finally. It would come upon a battle worn and exhausted being in disguise. However, Boca track things other than appearance so it would instantly know it was the correct target. Before the Shinigami could react violently, or in a panic. The Boca would speak directly with Aragon's voice. "Foul creature, you do not belong here. Yet we are not enemies. "
The Boca began, only edging closer to Hibiki if he showed no or minor signs of aggression. The Mouth would drift close enough as to let Hibiki touch it. It would then begin again. "I will be giving you an item to take to your leaders. This item will be sent with a warning however. The Quincy are our enemy, Do not trust them." The Boca's mouth would then open and on its tongue well outstretched from its mouth and towards Hibiki would hold a glass vial with a clear, thick, liquid inside. preserving the tissue of course, for inside, is a Finger of Vincent the last God King of Hueco Mundo. The Boca would then attempt to give the finger to the Shinigami along with the omened message of the Shinigami. A lie? A farce? A game? Misinformation? Or the Truth. Were the quincy behind the Togabito attacks? It wasn't for Aragon to assume further. He had planted another seed and would now not worry about the situation.
Aragon would pull away form the horn, and then a crack would form in the air around him. Louder than the silent crunch of a Sonido, Aragon forcefully traveled from the vast distance of the top of Las Noches to the Throne room in a matter of seconds.
If the rest had gathered here, good, he was on time. If he was the first, He would simply walk over to the spot at the Espada's table that had a large black number three on the back of it. In front of the large white chair, an even larger round table with a desk trailing the front of its sitters. In the middle of the desk there is a large hole as to put someone for questioning. Aragon would slide his chair out and then sit silently. the glare of the lights in the room hiding most of the emotion on his face, but a glance of his old chair did not escape him.

 

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Listen Here!

It was intriguing to see such a frothy and full soul prostrate themself before the King. While interesting, it wasn't uncommon. Those that caught wind of him — it was hard not to know about him — knew what to expect when in his presence. Complete and utter submission, or at the very least respect if they could challenge his own power. A challenge, yes, that word sounded quite nice to the man. His grip on the woman's shoulder did not falter and had landed as he'd expected. This could have been fatal had she misplaced her trust within him. However, as a man of his word, Enrico would not harm her. Although he hadn't spoken, there was a level of trust that he let the Arrancar before him realize existed as the two talked. Yes, his presence was demanding and every question needed an answer, but perhaps one action could surmount cheap words. What did his grip on the woman tell him? Her powers were intriguing to say the least, but he would allow for her to work off of that which was indeed his. A grin remained on his face as she spoke, her words dancing on his lips as his fingers did not budge from her shoulder; she hadn't given him a reason let go just yet. The Espada's ears perked up as he listened to each word with a keen eye scrutinizing her lips and her every action. Should she attempt to resist in the middle of speaking, he was ready to end her where she stood. A single flick to the forehead would be enough for him to break through her Hierro and cause her brain to turn into jam; she would her the swooshing of honey as she met death. Thankfully, this was not the cycle of events that had occurred.
“Vincent? Didn’t he die long ago? Never mind, I didn’t know I was headed to Las Noches, its been so long since I saw that ruined fortress.”
Serene words from a rather chilled and dejected voice came forward. She was as cold as ice; chilled to the bone, but he knew this when he touched her. There was something to be said about a person who didn't flinch in the face of death, and one who spoke so freely of those who opposed Enrico with adequate force to backup their words was one that he wasn't quite ready to put in the ground just yet. Perhaps she was a loyal subject — her lovely soul wasn't ripe quite yet, she could indeed serve him as a powerful ally at his disposal. Although her monotone words had already earned his trust, she went a step further; his thoughts had lost any notion of potentially murdering her. No, she was not to be like his wives whom he had brutalized; this was a true subject.
“Well then King of the worlds, I am Emilia, Laurena, Kastile No number as of yet. As king will you guide this humble subject to Las Noches?”
Loosening his grip as she moved, he watched the small white and whispy lines of her actions come forth. By the time she had bowed, Enrico had already known that she was going to perform such an action. How intriguing. Surely this one intends to remain loyal, she has earned more trust than others... For now. Any Arrancar that had a brain knew not to fully trust anyone. The False King's loyalty remained with Elliora, in a full and pure form. A large burst of sound was coming their way. Before Enrico's eyes there were multiple white lines in varying, large sizes that were potentially fatal. Paired with his regular eyesight, he saw nothing, yet the white lines were closing in. Quickly assessing the situation, the King took a step towards the woman bowing before him, covering her ears momentarily as the message reached the two. The Espada was unphased by the obnoxious noise; he had full confidence in his Hierro and general strength protecting him from any potential damage. He had sacrificed the ability to regenerate for one of the strongest natural armors within Hueco Mundo, after all. Pouring his Reiatsu onto Emilia, she was sure to feel a great warmth. The benevolence of the King was upon her and while heavy, it was not as imposing as his presence had been prior. When he realized that she could withstand the noise, he'd lift his hands, moments before the small Boca would appear before the two.
His right foot came forth, putting him a mere foot away from the two Boca and where they were going to materialize. Not even their presence could escape his intrusive eyes. In the same moment they appeared, he crossed his arms as he listened to their initial words. It was evident that they did not know him well.
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP
The noise of the Boca being stomped on by Enrico with little remorse echoed throughout the sands that were occupied by no one. In fact, only Emilia would hear the man stomping on the two beings that had manifested before him. He had allowed for her to hear the message, but he had cut off the Boca when they offered themselves up. Enrico needing sustinence to make it through the desert? How insulting. A capital offense had been committed — these lower, primal beings had decided to speak of the man as if he needed their assistance. Screaming at the top of his lungs as he lost his composure, Enrico was enraged with these filthy beings as any power they carried had been consumed by his aspect of avarice with each stomp, effectively being assimilated without a second thought.
"YOU FILTHY MONGRELS! HOW DARE YOU PRESENT YOURSELVES BEFORE THE KING OF ALL THAT WHICH YOU DARE CLAIM AS YOUR OWN!? HOW DARE YOU EXIST WITH MY POWERS AND OFFER THEM TO ME, THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER!? WITHER AWAY AND THANK THE KING FOR HIS KINDNESS IN LENDING YOU HIS FOOT FOR A SWIFT DEATH!"

Surely, the man had stomped on both of the Boca's at least 100 times within the next passing minute. Haste and anger assimilated and helped him complete this task. Caring not for Emilia's opinion on the matter, he had rid the Boca of their existence. Broken into tatters, nothing remained of them. They were gone and had been brutalized to the point of no longer existing. Peering back at Emilia, he simply offered his hand with no words. The promise to guide her still stood, but she had certainly witnessed his irritable nature in full force over such a trivial manner. When she'd take his hand, the two would appear at the doors of the throne room after Aragon had arrived due to Enrico's earlier display. Yes, he was indeed capable of transporting not only himself, but another person across the vast barren lands in a singular, swift motion. After their arrival, the man walked forward, his amber earing swaying as he approached the door, a swift right foot kicking the two doors before him completely off their hinges and outside of the throne room with ease and extreme vehemence. Still frustrated, Enrico took his numbered seat without a single word, yet he would still pay attention to that which was going on. The Espada's words on Vincent and the Bocas would be put on hold, and he cared not for whatever reaction came to him kicking in the doors. That which stood before him would simply disappear and fall down. Nothing could stand strong against the False King — especially not a castle built on the foundations of sand.