[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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With the attention span of a bird, Elliora forgets the world around her even exists, focused only on the humanoid beast before her. The creaking and cracking of the walls don't phase her. In fact, they excite her. The weight of his reiatsu weighing down on her body. It isn't until the low, guttural sound from his throat and the chunks of disintegrating chunks of wall, that her own hierro, under the pressure of his reiatsu, begins to crack. Yet this doesn't frighten her. No, with the high speed of her regeneration, her hierro restores itself quicker than the cracks can spread along her skin. Her breath becomes shallow, and she pants heavily, giddy at his show of force, as if to put her in her place. Exhilaration. Elation. Intoxication. How long had it been since someone dared to bear their fangs at her? The danger. The thrill. She was shaken to the core.

"¿Humildad? ¡HA!"
"Humility? HA!"
As mockingly as it came across, it was genuine shock to the woman. A hollo- No; an Arrancar, speaking of humility? Maximiliano was certainly one of a kind. Her hand pats at her chest, over her exposed hollow hole, as she laughs heartily, amused by him. Her heels click against the floor as her twirling takes her back towards the table surrounded by the large, numbered chairs. And with a hop, she leaves the ground to land on the table, uncaring of the opinions of those around her, watching her and those in the room with her. Even with Maximiliano entering behind her, she continues her trek on the table. Any normal creature, knew better than to walk on a table. But she wasn't exactly normal, and she couldn't care less. Her hips sway side to side, with the flaps of her dress dancing in the air. She stands over her dropped cape, and gloves, yet instead of picking them up, she sits atop them, as opposed to picking a seat, or to stand at the edges of the room. She sprawls on the table, going so far as to curiously nudge the blue haired boy as he slept by poking his cheek. Max's spiritual pressure as he makes his way to his own seat, doing nothing to deter the woman from her... uncivilized behavior. She whispers softly to him,
"Oye, oye. ¿Quieres una almohada? Te presto mi regazo."
"Hey, hey. Do you want a pillow? I'll lend you my lap."
"Arrancar... Espada. I am Maximiliano Zacarías and I am your new God. I do not ask for worship and I do not ask for you to kneel. The strong do not do these things, the strong bow to no one. What I do ask is that you all follow me, follow me so that we may lay waste to the Quincy who irrespetado (Disrespected) our race centuries ago and went unpunished. I ask for you to follow me so that we may harvest the powers of those Fullbringers for our selves. I ask that you follow me... So that we may annihilate the Shinigami and build a new Las Noches atop their bones. So, any questions, amigos?"
Her nose wiggles, a disturbingly familiar scent makes it to her nostrils, distracting her from the speech. She scratches her temple, yet even the sound of his voice in the air, despite the softness of his whisper against Galia's ear, does not jog her memory. The curiosity begins eating at her and she inches closer, sniffing the air, crawling on the table on all fours as she nears the nears the apparently supposed empty Fifth Espada chair. As she slowly raises her hand to poke the space where Abraam's left eye would be, a wave of Aragon's reiryoku burst out from him, stopping her fingernail mere millimeters from her hidden subordinate's golden eye. The force of spiritual pressure simply causes her hair, and dress, to sway in the air, not so much as a fracture to her hierro.
"As Max stated, We need our first front to be the Quincy. I hate to admit it, but the Shinigami still have the Captain that cut us down. Most of you are too young to remember this. The Shinigami are currently too powerful for us to take on, we need more Arrancar and we can use the Human world for this to happen. Max can explain more."
Her face contorts right before Abraam's eyes, veins popping and infuriated glare.

This time, not even Enrico's monologuing, which she so loved to hear as it entertained her infinitely, was enough to stop her ire. She twists back around, this time, her eyes locked on the arrancar on the Third seat, who so brazenly unsealed, going into his resurreccion. A ploy for intimidation? This wouldn't work on her of all people. Livid, she jerks up, stomping on the table to the Third Espada. Each of her steps leaves fissures in her wake, repeatedly breaking the self repairing table with tee sheer force of impact. Finally, she slams her heel beside Aragon's head as she stands over him, glaring down.
"Acabo de decirle que esperaba cosas grande de el."
"I just told him expected great things from him."
She points back at Maximiliano, then continues,
"Pero ni el, Y mucho menos tu, Tercero, me vas a venir a ordenar como si fueras mi amo. A mi ¿que diablos me importa lo que hicieron los humanos, los quincy, o los fregados dioses de muerte?"
But he, and least of all you, Third, will come and order me around like you were my master. What the hell do I care what humans, quincy, or the damned shinigami do?"
It was true. They were all food, and even sometimes food will bite back. That was the way she, and everyone around her lived. She wouldn't waste her time in something as petty as revenge for something she was never even involved in to begin with. She was wild and untamable, yet her abilities were undeniable. Unquestionable. She had lived through more catastrophes than anyone in this room, hunted, and eaten to her heart's content. She was an untamable, effectively immortal beast.
"De hecho, ya estoy decepcionada. La unica razon que estoy aqui fue por haber seguido a Enrico. ¿Tu crees poderme mantenerme contenta? ¿Entretenida? ¿Satisfecha? Hombres van y vienen. Muchos dicen ser el mas poderoso. EL mas veloz. El mas hábil. Y al final, ¡¡quedan muertos!! "
"In fact, I'm already disappointed. The only reason I'm here is because I followed Enrico. You think you can keep me happy? Entertained? Satisfied?" Men come and go. Many claim being the most powerful. The fastest. The most capable. And in the end, they end up dead!!"

Finally, she draws the left blade from the small of her back, the air in the room begins to pick up slowly, swirling around Elliora at first, then tempestuously, it fills around the room, her reiryoku mixed in. Slowly, her heeled foot lowers along the side of Aragon as she begins repositioning herself even closer against Aragon's newfound height. Now she sits at his lap, straddling him, the tip of her kukri blade inches closer and closer to him, until it rests right between his clavicles. She doesn't press, not actually intent on hurting the resurrected Aragon, but teasing the overly serious arrancar. The wind continues swirling violently around them, with the two at the epicenter, her reiryoku combats Maximiliano's, as her crazed eyes remain on Aragon. The effects of her reiryoku practically opposite of the Godking prospect. Her's instills pleasure. It building up, causing bodies to become sensitive to touch. A graze against their skin would be enough to render them immobile. Flustered, and dare one say, even aroused. Not only touch, but sound, a hushed whisper, a soft mutter against their ear, as if from a lover would set their bodies aflame with passion. The indulgence in her effect also creeps in, urging those to want to act much like her, to give in to the urges that pop into their head. The measuring of any consequences, flies out the door as the most dangerous and final effect of The Crow's reiatsu finally takes effect, especially over those that remain standing. Their guards already fallen to the woman's unpredictability as she had made her way to greet each one personally. How would this change those that held doubt? Fear? Uncertainty in their heart? At their core the fearlessness of her effect would cast this out entirely. Anyone could lay claim, or challenge anyone with absolutely no regard for their safety at all whatsoever.
Curiously, this is when her brown eyes finally shift away from Aragon to glance at the tall arrancar with the mask fragment on his head like a sail. Waiting for the effects of her reiatsu to overwhelm the meek and shy arrancar to see what exactly he would do. Who would he lash out against? Would he actually decide to take a seat upon an empty chair? If so, which one of the remaining ones? She doesn't even bother glancing at the unevolved intruder as he enters into the the billowing reiatsu winds and he commences his own long-winded speech. Surely someone else will deal with him and the sheer audacity he possesses to enter the Las Noches uninvited.

 

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An expressionless mask stares into the false idol in the sky, while expressionless the face may remain, the Hollow himself seethes with a palpable rage. Who is this being to believe they can hope to claim his spot!? Staring down Aragon’s creation, Helliodoro watches as it ignores him, the flaming mass of Reiryoku hovers idly, it’s light dwarfed by Helliodoro’s yet it still does it’s best.
”Even now, you still try to take my spot!? Even when I shine so much brighter!? You really are a fool.”
So says the Vasto Lorde speaking to an otherwise inanimate ball of energy. In full belief that this creation is alive and capable of response, he steps forward through the air, closer and closer to the mass of Reiryoku until eventually he comes to front up against this sun, a mere ten centimeters from the surface of this luminescent ball. As standoffish as he can be, in an attempt to rouse a reaction from the sun. But nothing comes of it. Yet the Hollow insists, and stands there for a half a minute.
Beneath this one-sided exchange, within the halls of this new Las Noches, a meeting has just begun, or is in the process of doing so anyway. One after another, Arrancar show their faces within this new conference room. Of the conglomerate of Hollow that had shown up, he recognizes two, from recent times at least, Aragon and Nicolas who were both present during his little encounter with the previous and now unknowingly absent Vincent. While Hellio may have encountered the others in previous centuries or millennium, he simply can’t recall them at this point. Still, each one is unique and distinguishable.
One by one, it seems that each one intends to show off their ability, the first to flex their Reiatsu, Maximiliano, who’s Reiryoku and Reiatsu instantly scream out in familiarity. Not but a little while ago, this very same Arrancar was the one that unwillingly let forth an outburst of Reiryoku, resembling that of Vincent’s before overtaking it completely. At that moment, Helliodoro’s interest is piqued, but not stolen. Then another source, Aragon this time, with a replenished pool of Reiryoku, he releases his Resurrection in an to equalize the effects of the prospect’s exerted pressures. As this goes on, the intense glare of the Vasto Lorde meets another eye, one that peels open from seemingly nowhere, it’s sights set on the open deserts of Hueco Mundo. In addition, not beyond Helliodoro’s sensory, the mockery of a star begins to resonate with a gathering of energy. And so, Helliodoro’s beliefs that this is indeed a creature, become truth to him and undeniable at that.
Even louder than he usually is, the Vasto Lorde roars out with the most obscure concoction of rage and delight.
”So even you cannot ignore my efflorescence!? Allow me to show you why there is no other star in this sky!” So once again it shows itself. The true nature of this Hollow, his idiocy unrivaled. A word he once heard, believing it to be another and nothing will change his understanding.
Below the tensions only grow, Enrico having joined in the flurry of pressure that swirls, someone unknown personally to Helliodoro, but a point of interest as he stands against two others. And the final ingredient in the mixing pot was another unknown Arrancar, a Reiatsu of a more subtle kind, not so much focused on the force but instead washing those encroaching Reiatsu away from herself, this Arrancar, just as unknown to Hellio as Enrico, is Elliora. How Las Noches stands at this point remains a mystery that Helliodoro refuses to acknowledge, instead his focus remains dead set on this imposter in the sky, the acting forces below becoming background noise at this point.
As though a switch is flipped, Helliodoro leaps into action, vanishing from sight, with a much slower pace than his usual signature speed, this was a product of his own physical strength and agility, as opposed to his ability. The Vasto Lorde charges forward in a silent assault against the orb of searing Reiryoku. His bull charge finds no purchase as he phases through the surface of the sun and into its centre where he comes to a stop, taking in his surroundings and thinking out loud.
”So you think you’re tricky… Fine, so be it! I’ll show you the difference between us!”
Standing on the inside of this globule, Helliodoro takes in one deep breath, whether or not he finds oxygen hardly matters, the display being more of a theatrical one than anything else. Splaying each and everyone of his limbs out, including his six boney white tendrils, the Vasto Lorde who’s light dulls the other, begins to intensify. Heat and light escalate beyond the displays Aragon and Nicolas may have previously witnessed from the Vasto Lorde. To those within the now windowed Las Noches meeting hall, it appears as though the sun grows brighter and hotter with each moment that passes. Within the artificial sun however, the Vasto Lorde’s Reiryoku stretches out beyond his body. The ungodly temperature exuded by the Vasto Lorde begins to burn the surrounding sun from existence, erasing it as a whole. What ever Reiryoku, Reishi or Reiatsu composes it becomes, nothing, in its truest sense. Again, in a melodramatic display, Helliodoro opts to take this process at a rather slow process, over roughly five seconds, the orange glow and pink draconic eye of this abomination is erased, soon leaving nothing but the brilliant Hollow stood where once there would be the core of this sun. A sigh of relief is expelled from the expressionless Vasto Lorde’s mask, which is immediately followed by a cackle. The extreme illumination and warmth provided by Hellio eventually dies down to it’s usual levels as he relaxes himself in his success.
His attention, now turns towards the structure below. His footholds no longer in existence as he releases them and allows himself to drop down to the roof of the regenerative structure. Taking a few seconds to arrive at solid flooring, Helliodoro allows gravity to take it’s hold on him for this journey. However, as he lands, the Vasto Lorde takes in yet another deep breath. In the moments of his inhale, his feet rather quickly begin to plunge into the solid structure of Las Noches, the third skin of his making it a hassle for him to hand on anything.
Arching himself back, Hellio readies his head like a battering ram and without warning to those below, in a single fluid motion, he whips himself forward with a brutish force, his forehead slamming into the roof of this meeting space. Bringing with him enough force to cave a rather large, four meter wide, circularish hole the Vasto Lorde launches himself into the room with the oddest of entrances yet. Plummeting down into the room, he manages to right himself just in the nick of time, landing on his feet in the centre of the table. Now encircled by Arrancar of varying shapes, sizes, strengths and colours, the Vasto Lorde stares onwards towards the first one that catches his eyes, Max. Where a smug and prideful should rest, his motionless mask sits
"It's a pleasure to make your equivalence."
Again, he speaks with words he doesn't understand or know. The only thing that outshines his dull nature being the warmth and blinding white light that fills the room instantaneously. Each and every source Reiatsu present leaving no effect on the Hollow as it attempts to touch his skin. Leaving the pressure that would touch him to the same fate as the false sun.

 

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Deep within the ivory sands of Hueco Mundo's endless desert, the familiar feeling and smell of two almost demonic spiritual pressure’s clashing together in combat, each ravenously fighting for their very own survival. Each hollow using each and every trick in their arsenals to get the upper hand and land that decisive blow, though each obviously enjoying the thrill of the deathmatch they found themselves, hoping to turn the other into a tasty meal. Each of the hollows were powerful in their own right, perhaps early Adjucha or even Gillian near the end of their evolution, either way they would indeed be a nice snack for the other, should either of them actually land that killing blow. This of course, did eventually come to pass, with the victor finally blunging its claws right through the mask of its adversary, dropping the body at their feet while taking a few seconds to recollect themselves and bask in their own glory before devouring their meal. At least, that would be their intention.
A sudden feeling of terror washed over the winner as they quickly found themselves unable to run or move at all, locked in place as if every spirit particle in their body had been paraylzed with fear, the feeling of a third spiritual pressure overwhelming the area in less than a second. With the hollow so close to devouring its victim, a meal that it had fought tooth and nail for, the hollow instinctively began to struggle with all the might it had left to break free and move its body, but to no avail. Though this paralysis would only last so long, there was no hope of escape for the victor turned victim, as within the time it took for the hollow to blink, it felt the sharp excruciating pain of part of its head and mask being crushed between the teeth of a new predator. And like that, it was lights out for our once victorious hollow, now becoming a snack itself for this new third hollow who appeared as if out of nowhere at all.
This third Hollow was named Alfa, a large yet slender four legged beast, mostly shaped as a black furred wolf with a thick mane of red fur around the scruff of his neck, and a tail white as the sands of Hueco Mundo itself that took the shape of a snake, bearing its own fangs and hissing as it scanned the area for any other threats; this snake tail would be the second half of Alfa’s very being, Mudo. As they both began investigating and scanning the area for any other Hollow or any other being that might be close, neither smelt nor felt any other spiritual pressure in the immediate location. Alfa looked over his new meal, a two for the price of own that he and Mudo had been watching fight for some time, just waiting for one to fall and the other to tire itself out before taking out the winner of the fight, a patient tactic that worked out flawlessly. Laying down between the two dead hollows, Alfa began ripping into his meal with the sounds of flesh and bone being torn and broken as the chimera Adjucha began to devour each of them one by one, even going as far as to rip off large chunks just small enough for Mudo to devour herself, not liking to be left out of a meal simply because she didn’t need to eat.
Between the two of them, it wouldn’t take long for them to finish their meal, swallowing every piece of meat they could fit down their gullets, leaving them with a nice full feeling, a feeling that would quickly go away simply because of the insatiable hunger that hollows innately felt. Taking only a few minutes to bask in the product of their hunt and letting their food settle, stretching each limb and their torso before planning their next move.
”So sis, what’s the plan now. Been stalking those two for the last few hours and we left Izeel somewhere back there. Should we wait for him to catch up?”
~I doubt he will attempt to catch up with usss, we have been on the move since morning and I can’t see him following usss all the way out here. Bessst we make our back, we might be lucky enough meet him halfway.~
”Yeah I suppose I get it. So.. full speed then?”
Though none were around to hear this conversation between Alfa and Mudo, to any onlooker from the outside it would seem as if Alfa was talking to himself, as no words ever escaped Mudo’s lips, leaving each word she used to be spoken directly in Alfa’s head, inaudible by any who did not share the same literal headspace. With a simple yet unnecessary nod from Mudo to Alfa’s question, Alfa lowered his body to the ground as he put himself into running position, focusing all of their spiritual power to their legs. And just as quickly as he put himself into the position, Alfa pushed forward off the ground with tremendous force, leaving a crater and a substantial gust of wind in the same spot they were just seconds ago, the sound of a sonic boom echoing throughout the endless desert a few seconds later still.
Alfa and Mudo’s main focus was on retracing their steps and heading back in the exact same direction they came from, hoping to encounter Izeel sooner rather than later, another Adjucha like that Mudo had found interesting and so he had decided to remove the guy from their list of possible food sources. But despite several long minutes of moving at top speed, traveling at a pace that boggle the mind of most hollows, Alfa nor Mudo found Izeel or his spiritual pressure, instead having located an odd spiritual pressure that peaked their interest. Moving to inspect the new hollow they had sensed, they witnessed an orb like head laying in wait in the sand just waiting to be picked off. Truly a poor fate for a hollow being so defenseless, Alfa and Mudo slowly made their way to the odd talking orb after making sure that it wasn’t a trap that they were about to walk into.

“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. Please, consume us, you'll need your strength to cross the desert.”
Simply looking towards each other and thinking about how strange this thing was, it spoke as if on a mission and begged to be eaten as if it’s life depended on it, a conundrum that threw Alfa and Mudo both for a little bit of an odd loop. But they were not one to turn down a free meal, and if this thing wanted to be eaten, well then Alfa and Mudo were happy to oblige, Alfa taking the strange headshapped hollow between into his maw and crushing down on it until his jaw snapped shut, swallowing the remains as a little bit of the hollows blood dripped down Alfa’s chin.
”Did that thing mention Las Noches?”
~Yeah no doubt about it, just follow the sun. Seems things are getting heavy over there. Are we interested?~
”Ehhh I wouldn’t go that far. Who’s Vincent though?”
~Godking of Hueco Mundo and all Hollows, I am sure Izeel will know more about the whole situation if we catch up with him.~
”You think so?”
~Fairly positive, he prides himself in his historical knowledge of Hueco Mundo, hard to get him to shut up about it if you hadn’t noticed.~
Without further need for any sort of verbal communication, Alfa repositioned himself and dashed the rest of the way to where he had last seen Izeel, quickly picking up on the scent of his leftover spiritual power that still permeated the area, seconded by another unfamiliar scent, neither hollow or shinigami, not anything Alfa or Mudo had ever encountered before. Another mystery that maybe Izeel could help shed some light on. But even though Izeel was nowhere to be found in the area, following the scent of his spiritual pressure wouldn’t be to hard, made even easier when using the breadcrumbs of bodies that Izeel left seemingly for Alfa to follow, and follow they did. Making quick footwork towards Las Noches and the almost blinding sun that could never be ignored, Alfa and Mudo came across a single body with the words “Las Noches” carved in it, an already obvious sign of direction from Izeel if the trail wasn’t enough.
Not knowing full well what they were about to get themselves into, Alfa and Mudo grew tense, almost quiet even in their own head as the focused on keeping their Reiryoku from spilling out into the air, making them virtually undetectable through the means of sensing them out, hoping they wouldn’t catch the eye of any unwanted attention while the made way to the large castle coming into sight, and quickly getting closer.

 

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Just as the pig was getting comfortable against the table, the spiritual pressure had made itself aware as Maximilliano decided to grace those sitting within the throne room with his presence. It was clear enough that those who put no resistance against him would be in trouble. Even as he rests his head, the poking and prodding against his cheek caused his eyes to pry open and come to see that little woman that was feeling up the others earlier.
"Oye, oye. ¿Quieres una almohada? Te presto mi regazo."
The portion of the table beneath Nicolas’ head cracks but goes no further as the youngest espada begins to shift his body upwards in a slow and steady fashion while keeping that bored grimace plastered on his face. He comes face-to-face with Elliora first, as she sits directly in his sights. Nicolas… finds little attraction to her appearance, the expression never changing in the slightest, yet when he reaches her lap, he can only imagine the sight of his bed back in the chambers that he’d chosen upon his arrival to this place. Yet before he can answer her, she leaves him in a flurry towards the empty seat of Fifth… Or so he assumed.
“Quiero dormir...”
"Arrancar... Espada. I am Maximiliano Zacarías and I am your new God. I do not ask for worship and I do not ask for you to kneel. The strong do not do these things, the strong bow to no one.
Nicolas finds himself nodding off again the second that Max begins his monologue. While his back is resting lazily against the back of his seat, his head droops down, the fringes of his blue hair shielding his eyes as he begins to tune out the world around him.
"What I do ask is that you all follow me, follow me so that we may lay waste to the Quincy who irrespetado (Disrespected) our race centuries ago and went unpunished. I ask for you to follow me so that we may harvest the powers of those Fullbringers for ourselves. I ask that you follow me... So that we may annihilate the Shinigami and build a new Las Noches atop their bones. So, any questions, amigos?"
The pig could care less about revenge against the Quincies. If anything, they could’ve died off a long time ago. While he may have not have lived during that time, the rough estimate between that time was close to nearly fifteen-hundred years. And then just close to three-hundred since the events where a single shinigami halved the population of the arrancar in one fell swoop…
“Kou...ka...”
It’s low, but Nicolas mutters the name of the holder of purple flames that turned this once established world into one of chaos… even more than it already once was. Clearly, the Quincy were the least of their problems… And to bring fullbringers into the loop was almost laughable. Had they even been introduced to the land of Hueco Mundo and gained a boost of strength, who was to say they possessed skill to survive in the first place? Or that they wouldn’t try to take over the arrancar themselves? Even if they managed to combine their strengths with the likes of the Fullbringers, the possibilities of the Shinigami and Quincy gathering arms could be added into that list of chaos. So many factors… so little time. It was all an act without a plan. Surely, it sounded like music to the ears of newborns, and even as the youngest of the Nine, he possessed some sense… It was how he had survived this long after all.
Even the lovestruck blond that resided within the fourth chair began to chuckle. That chuckled turned into full blown laughter, and Nicolas felt a bit of relief that maybe it wasn’t just him that saw the absurdity of Max’s speech. Though whatever words that Enrico had would be halted upon the sudden burst of power. His bowed head would suddenly find itself lowered even further in a flurry of spiritual pressure that had exuded off of the former primera. Peering up with definite struggle, seeing the Resureccíon of Aragon had left a bad taste in Nicolas’ mouth, or maybe it was the blood that filled it when he bit his tongue in order to release his own Resurreccíon, thus giving him the ability to resist against the power that Aragon dares to show in a room full of savages.

His short hair has extended quite extensively as it now cascades down the length of his backside to rest just past the cusp of his bottom. His bottom incisors are now poking out more definitely that it once was, as is his now pronounced mask fragments. His torso, more defined and revealing of the body that lies beneath his coat, and painted in a black tone that fades into white as it reaches his fingertips. Though nothing is more stranger than the long and thick tail as it sways back and forth in a lazy manner, or it could’ve been the sight of his legs now replaced by fur and hooves. Nicolas’ Resureccíon was something he hated changing into, but the challenge after challenge between the known espada was proving much too difficult for him to properly ignore. Each person was hell bent on proving something, and Nicolas could only distress his displeasure at being here in the first place.
" As Max stated, We need our first front to be the Quincy. I hate to admit it, but the Shinigami still have the Captain that cut us down. Most of you are too young to remember this. The Shinigami are currently too powerful for us to take on, we need more Arrancar and we can use the Human world for this to happen. Max can explain more."
It is clear that he is not alone in the events of Aragon releasing his form as Elliora takes steps that leave indentations too deep for her to be so calm. Like the other two, she follows suit in her own display of power and Nicolas exudes enough of his own reiatsu that it creates a dense and opaque manifestation of dark red and splashes of deep purple that surrounds his body like a second skin. The low glow of his eyes show the control as he keeps the effects of his reiatsu to a minimum, but the longer it seeps, the more potent they become, and he can not guarantee that there wouldn’t be a feast in order sooner rather than later.
One after the other, more arrive in the strangest of ways, the most recent toppling the rest of them. Even with the arrival of these new entities, especially the one that introduces himself so kindly to the rest of them, Nicolas couldn’t be bothered to pay attention as he catches nothing more but his name. That one is clear on his intentions of cozying up close to the prospect that has yet to be judged properly by the others. Disappointment is as thick in the air as the tension. As for the purple-haired vasto lorde, it is apparent that while sentient, the intelligence is quite lacking as he misuses the words in his greeting upon his grandiose entrance, much like Elliora as he now stands within the center of the table.
“Some meeting this is… Prefiero pelear con esa perra araña por esto.”
(“I’d rather fight that spider bitch over this.”)

 

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Like Moths to a flame, or Flies to a corpse, the call to Hueco Mundo attracted not only Arrancar; The presence of egotistical hollows could be felt approaching as well… perhaps they truly had a death wish. Galia stood in silence watching all that was unfolding; he couldn't walk or look away now. Everyone was fighting; bickering among themselves like children in a call for power… someone needed to establish dominance… It all started with Maximiliano's words; and the raising of his reiatsu to establish some form of dominance.
"Arrancar... Espada. I am Maximiliano Zacarías and I am your new God. I do not ask for worship and I do not ask for you to kneel. The strong do not do these things, the strong bow to no one. What I do ask is that you all follow me, follow me so that we may lay waste to the Quincy who irrespetado (Disrespected) our race centuries ago and went unpunished. I ask for you to follow me so that we may harvest the powers of those Fullbringers for our selves. I ask that you follow me... So that we may annihilate the Shinigami and build a new Las Noches atop their bones. So, any questions, amigos?"
Sure… Galia had questions; he thought about them as he raised his own reiatsu to counter Max raising his, and was going to open his mouth finally to ask before some… bug eyed creep showed up in his peripheral vision and made him summon two or three spikes from his body in that thing's general direction, but Galia stopped them before he fired them from his body, as this… thing spoke to him then sat down in the chair marked with the number 5.
”Why don’t you run away so the real monsters can discuss things, perro mojado.”
Galia was about to kill him, and the thing sought to insult him as he sat down? He decided to ignore it; at least for now. There was already enough bickering like children in the room as it was. Everyone was so hyped up; flaring Reiatsu seemed not to help at all because some have decided to fight against it. The former Premira Aragon decided to go Full Resurrection in front of everyone not long after some dumb vasto decided ro fight his fake sun, then Elliora started blaring her and making Galia's brain fry even more.
With all of this going on, Nick decides to go Resurrection as well and fight back against Elliora and Aragon. That was the final straw. Galia wanted to hear what Maximiliano had to say, and everyone was arguing with one another before he gets a chance to hear the god-king say what he wants to say.
The angrier, the heated, and more irritated Galia gets the stronger his reiatsu starts to feel; the walls of the meeting hall start to shimmer like a mirror, reflecting Aragon's sunlight and Hellio's light off of Galia's reiatsu effect before finally Galia lets it burst; this would probably temporarily blind quite a few of them for a few seconds; To tell you the truth Galia was disappointed. The Arrancar looked like many spoiled brats and acted so childish; it was almost outrageous to witness. Who said anything about ordering who around? It was fine not to care about the Quincy or Fullbringers; or ultimately getting back at the Shinigami! Everyone was being so rude to those who actually want to stay and hear what Max had to say and Galia was one of them.
"Knock it off!"
Abruptly all of Los Noches shook, a forest of spikes appearing from every surface jutting out instantaneously; straight from not only the entire floor but from the surface of the very table Helliodoro was standing on. These spikes came from all directions and aimed their pointed edges violently at everyone in the room from every conceivable direction, save for Max Aragon, and Galia. If Helliodoro didn't move he risked being skewered from instantaneously through his feet and abdomen. Everyone fighting and arguing one another would suddenly have a stare down with several of these spikes and potentially falling victim to such power. The hollow known as Izeel would have been speared by the enormous spikes himself if he did not place himself elsewhere quickly. These spikes appearance came from seemingly nowhere at speeds rivaling a lesser arrancar's sonido. It was certain the spikes weren’t Aragon’s doing, could it have been the one known as Max? No, this abrupt and violent action was done from the least likely prospect, Galia himself...
"Yall are being so rude; I want to hear what Max and Aragon have to say; please let them continue! If you don't want to hear then there's the door to Los Noches…"
Galia's reiatsu reflected Aragon and Helliodoro's light even though Aragon's sunlight was fading; making it look like a disco party in there. It was all unintended; but one could take so much in at once before they explode. Galia had heard enough bickering about all of their problems and just wanted to hear what Max and Aragon had to say… it might be fun for a change; people didn't get that; at least in Galia's eyes it would seem like a good deal of fun… terrorizing Fullbringers and killing Quincy, adding their heads to spikes and displaying them in front of los noches for this new king… yes… it would make him very happy...