[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Listen Here!

Enrico has never been one to stop and listen for too long. In this case, Max was certainly special. Unlike others before him, he could always catch the False King's attention rather easily. His methods of speaking were tailored towards the man and this went unnoticed. If anything, the show of respect was appreciated, at least subconsciously. Because of the Espada's gung ho nature, he did not often pause to think about questions that were brought to his attention. Rather, he felt that they were not worth answering. In this case, Max posed a question that was more of a dilemma. How could he entrust a minion to do the job of a King. His messengers were supposed to represent him, but they could only go so far considering how much power they lacked. As Max spoke, Enrico listened carefully, processing every word without interruption.
”But what if the underlings fail to carry out the order you gave them? Hm? What then? You stand to risk defeat because you blindly assume minions can handle a task of killing something that proclaims itself to be a King. Tell me, Enrico, would you send minions to kill me? You have an outstanding perspective, mi hermano, but I cannot agree with your hands off approach for matters such as that.”
He makes a valid point. One can speak to the will of the King, but carrying it out in its entirety is out of the realm of possibilities for those that are ultimately expendable. Those that obey Enrico are ultimately thrown away when the time comes. Those around him currently were not much a group. Unlike the others, everyone within this room could pose a potential threat to the man. The day in which he rose a hand to Elliora would never come because his profound love for her was unmatched. Reminiscing for a moment as he continued to think on Max's words, brief images of him tearing apart his hundreds of wives came back. Even now, their deaths sparked nothing within him. It was no one's fault but their own for being born in such a world at the same time of Enrico's existence. His lips begin to move when Max finishes his inquiries and comments on what the man has said.

"Max, you make a good point, I shall admit this." Shockingly, Enrico is willing to admit that his tunnel vision had gotten the best of him. "I would never send minions to kill you. Like I told you, the moment you slip up, I will have your head." A grin accompanies these words as they delight him to no end. When he briefly fought Max, the joy that ran through his body was unparalleled to anything he had ever felt over his more than 800 years of life.
Emilia speaks up and it's evident that her approach is different from Enrico's—so much so that it warrants another response from Max.
“A wonderful speech my lord. If these kingdoms oppose Las Noches and refused to come under its rule then of course we have to crush them. Though the question remains, how should we do it? divide and conquer? Sow doubt amongst their ranks? Trick them into fighting one another and take out the victors? Or my personal favorite pulling them together into a coalition and ambush them on their way here.” Enrico bites his lip gently as his distaste for some of the tactics that Emilia has spoken of shows with his expression. Sure, dividing and conquering was fine, because that meant approaching an enemy head-on. Infiltrating their ranks and ambushing them was beneath him. He was not one to fight in the shadows, nor come out of them to attack. Clear skies allowed for one to witness the expressions of those falling to one's blade. Only when enemies were slaughtered out in the open could their souls reach their climax. It was then that they tasted better than anything in existence.
Max's response plays on Enrico's ears without being questioned, and it grabs his attention with relative ease. It's evident that he knows how to sway the man. ”All good suggestions amiga, though, how you do it is not up to me but rather up to you and Enrico. It is why I summoned you two here to pass on some orders to you as well. I want you both to travel out into the sands of Hueco Mundo, under the banner of Las Noches, and annihilate any and all who would dare besmirch the title of King. It is what I have been doing these past four days but I must shift my attention elsewhere for the time being. Those who stain and sully the righteous title of King must not be allowed to live. They either bow to us or are buried by us, no in between.”
It's time for a massacre
Enrico cannot help but speak just before Max continues, adding on his thoughts. "Yes! Yes, that's right, Max. That's exactly what should be done. Those that would lay claim to the title of King are to be punished. My hands will show no mercy. Death or submission... How delightful!" His uncivilized Arrancar nature begins to show itself as he gleams with excitement, a smile replaces the distaste he felt from Emilia's initial suggestions.
Once Max begins to speak about the Quincy, the man's head tilts slightly as he feels the fury brewing within his words. This anger ignites the sparks of rage within Enrico as well.
”What do you lot know about Quincy and our history with them? How they slaughtered our kind like cattle, enslaved our kind and went as far as to break Arrancar to the point they referred to themselves as Quincy! It doesn’t matter if they were strong or weak it is a slight against our kind I cannot forgive. Their Emperor sat upon a throne and dared proclaim all is his to take.” Enrico knows all too well about the history of Arrancar and Quincy. The former Emperor dared to lay claim to that which was not his. He proclaimed his rule over all worlds within existence. The Cuarto was brimming with rage as he listened, the refresher on their history had birthed a newfound rage at the descendants of the former Quincy Emperor.
”The pathetic Shinigami failed to exterminate them and let them live and reproduce to this day. I want nothing more than to rip their muscles and tendons from their bones and parade their lifeless cadavers atop my spear. Mi Amigos, once the rest of our fellow kinsmen return from the Human world, what would you say to a bit more carnage? What would you say to an all out invasion of the human world to break, maim, torture, and slaughter the Quincy?”
Immediately after Max finishes speaking, Enrico nearly bellows to get his words out. "Yes, yes, yes!" His words affirm the feelings that Max has brought forth. "We should break them into bits, grind them into dust, kill off their bloodline! Nothing less than total extinction is an option! How wonderful it will be to decimate them like insects. They will beg for mercy and be met with none. I cannot wait to devour their hopes, their dreams, their aspirations, their wills, their entire being!!!" His Reiatsu begins to flare, threatening the room's structure for a split second before he contains it within himself.
"Let's destroy them by any means necessary."

 

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Laughter, laughter from a madman known as Marcos Echoed through out the room and halls of Las Noches. She couldn’t help but look at the man, watch him as he was laughing hard enough that genuine tears of joy came out of the man’s eyes, and ran down his cheeks. It was far too genuine to be a rouse, this man was truly a madman, and her assumption of him was further reaffirmed by his words.
“S-SHE AHAHAHA S-SHE’S SO GAHAHHA S-SO TINY! KYAHAHAH MAX! MAX GET A LOAD OF THIS!”
She could only blink at Marco’s words and again at Elliroa’s actions. Watching killing a millian, before kicking another, before killing that one. She was dumbfounded by these two, she wasn’t sure what to think of them; other than two mad arrancar now occupied Las Noches, both their actions would be unpredictable. Judging by their madness she wouldn’t be able to understand either of them anytime soon. Her attention quickly turned back to the two kings, as Max began to speak once more. With Enrico quickly agreeing with him, and his promise of taking Max’s head brought a small grin underneath her mask once more.
It was a quick change though as Enrico’s disapproving biting could bring his ire towards her, or worse his skepticism of her. She couldn’t please him with her words all the time, still, she would have to be more careful in her plan to make these two fights once more.
“ All good suggestions amiga, though, how you do it is not up to me but rather up to you and Enrico. It is why I summoned you two here to pass on some orders to you as well. I want you both to travel out into the sands of Hueco Mundo, under the banner of Las Noches, and annihilate any and all who would dare besmirch the title of King. It is what I have been doing these past four days but I must shift my attention elsewhere for the time being. Those who stain and sully the righteous title of King must not be allowed to live. They either bow to us or are buried by us, no in between”
An order she can fall behind, one that didn’t put her in the world of the living with disgusting humans, and shinigami. It was even better knowing that She would have a choice in taking down these rival kingdoms. Like all things she wanted to gather intel on these rival kingdoms, find worthy prey and cause mass defections. So many ideas in her head All good choices in her head, though she would have to part ways with Enrico, in order to for fill this.
"Yes! Yes, that's right, Max. That's exactly what should be done. Those that would lay claim to the title of King are to be punished. My hands will show no mercy. Death or submission... How delightful!"
Maybe, she can stay around the false king, forfill her goals in taking down the kingdoms in her own way, while manipulating the False King’s view of the God King.
“What do you lot know about Quincy and our history with them? How they slaughtered our kind like cattle, enslaved our kind and went as far as to break Arrancar to the point they referred to themselves as Quincy! It doesn’t matter if they were strong or weak it is a slight against our kind I cannot forgive. Their Emperor sat upon a throne and dared proclaim all is his to take.
From what she learned from her mentor about them was they were a plague. One that destroys souls, souls needed for sustenance or to make hollows. At least when a shinigami kills a hollow they are thrown back into a cycle, purified of all their sins and reborn. Their history with Hueco Mundo was a dark stain in this realm one she wishes to never see.
“The pathetic Shinigami failed to exterminate them and let them live and reproduce to this day. I want nothing more than to rip their muscles and tendons from their bones and parade their lifeless cadavers atop my spear. Mi Amigos, once the rest of our fellow kinsmen return from the Human world, what would you say to a bit more carnage? What would you say to an all out invasion of the human world to break, maim, torture, and slaughter the Quincy?”
Another outline of his plan, but only had two goals, with little thought, the False king’s excitement over this was wonderful to see, she would be concerned if they were all blind sided.
“So this is what you desire? Revenge upon the quincy race? While I like the thought of crushing a race, I do have concerns. The biggest issue I see with this is we have no information about them, are they divided? Are they united under a single banner? If they are divided do you think they’ll rally behind a single banner and become a threat once more? What of the shinigami? They might see it as an opportunity to attack the weakened armies and kill us both off.”
She wondered what the god king will do, or say to this call out. her eyes shot towards the two kings, with her hand tightening on the pole of her zanpakutō. She hated the idea of Hueco Mundo occupation, and who’s to say it won’t happen again if they lose.

 

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Laughter, laughter from a madman known as Marcos Echoed through out the room and halls of Las Noches. She couldn’t help but look at the man, watch him as he was laughing hard enough that genuine tears of joy came out of the man’s eyes, and ran down his cheeks. It was far too genuine to be a rouse, this man was truly a madman, and her assumption of him was further reaffirmed by his words.
“S-SHE AHAHAHA S-SHE’S SO GAHAHHA S-SO TINY! KYAHAHAH MAX! MAX GET A LOAD OF THIS!”
She could only blink at Marco’s words and again at Elliroa’s actions. Watching killing a millian, before kicking another, before killing that one. She was dumbfounded by these two, she wasn’t sure what to think of them; other than two mad arrancar now occupied Las Noches, both their actions would be unpredictable. Judging by their madness she wouldn’t be able to understand either of them anytime soon. Her attention quickly turned back to the two kings, as Max began to speak once more. With Enrico quickly agreeing with him, and his promise of taking Max’s head brought a small grin underneath her mask once more.
It was a quick change though as Enrico’s disapproving biting could bring his ire towards her, or worse his skepticism of her. She couldn’t please him with her words all the time, still, she would have to be more careful in her plan to make these two fights once more.
“ All good suggestions amiga, though, how you do it is not up to me but rather up to you and Enrico. It is why I summoned you two here to pass on some orders to you as well. I want you both to travel out into the sands of Hueco Mundo, under the banner of Las Noches, and annihilate any and all who would dare besmirch the title of King. It is what I have been doing these past four days but I must shift my attention elsewhere for the time being. Those who stain and sully the righteous title of King must not be allowed to live. They either bow to us or are buried by us, no in between”
An order she can fall behind, one that didn’t put her in the world of the living with disgusting humans, and shinigami. It was even better knowing that She would have a choice in taking down these rival kingdoms. Like all things she wanted to gather intel on these rival kingdoms, find worthy prey and cause mass defections. So many ideas in her head All good choices in her head, though she would have to part ways with Enrico, in order to for fill this.
"Yes! Yes, that's right, Max. That's exactly what should be done. Those that would lay claim to the title of King are to be punished. My hands will show no mercy. Death or submission... How delightful!"
Maybe, she can stay around the false king, forfill her goals in taking down the kingdoms in her own way, while manipulating the False King’s view of the God King.
“What do you lot know about Quincy and our history with them? How they slaughtered our kind like cattle, enslaved our kind and went as far as to break Arrancar to the point they referred to themselves as Quincy! It doesn’t matter if they were strong or weak it is a slight against our kind I cannot forgive. Their Emperor sat upon a throne and dared proclaim all is his to take.
From what she learned from her mentor about them was they were a plague. One that destroys souls, souls needed for sustenance or to make hollows. At least when a shinigami kills a hollow they are thrown back into a cycle, purified of all their sins and reborn. Their history with Hueco Mundo was a dark stain in this realm one she wishes to never see.
“The pathetic Shinigami failed to exterminate them and let them live and reproduce to this day. I want nothing more than to rip their muscles and tendons from their bones and parade their lifeless cadavers atop my spear. Mi Amigos, once the rest of our fellow kinsmen return from the Human world, what would you say to a bit more carnage? What would you say to an all out invasion of the human world to break, maim, torture, and slaughter the Quincy?”
Another outline of his plan, but only had two goals, with little thought, the False king’s excitement over this was wonderful to see, she would be concerned if they were all blind sided.
“So this is what you desire? Revenge upon the quincy race? While I like the thought of crushing a race, I do have concerns. The biggest issue I see with this is we have no information about them, are they divided? Are they united under a single banner? If they are divided do you think they’ll rally behind a single banner and become a threat once more? What of the shinigami? They might see it as an opportunity to attack the weakened armies and kill us both off.”
She wondered what the god king will do, or say to this call out. her eyes shot towards the two kings, with her hand tightening on the pole of her zanpakutō. She hated the idea of Hueco Mundo occupation, and who’s to say it won’t h

(“indicates verbal conversation”)
(~indicates telepathic conversation~)

Although she had told her brother that she was going to take a nap while he stalked the human world, she never actually intended to take one and instead had planned to walk the corridors of Las Noches and get a general feel for this castle. After all, besides the few days following their evolution, neither had ever set foot in this place, and only ever seen it from miles away. Now was the perfect chance for her to scout around and get a feel for this place she would be calling home, making her way from Izeels lab and slowly making her way back towards the main room she and her brother had become Arrancar in; she knew this would take some time due to the sheer size of Las Noches. Unlike her brother though, Mudo’s patience was perhaps one of her greatest virtues, a product of dealing with Alfa’s obnoxious personality in her head for so many centuries. Honestly this.. modicum of silence was a blessing, even if it was only a silence from the outside, sadly she could never completely get away from her brother, not with their connection to each other. Even now his thoughts whispered in her head, barely quieter than her own thoughts and almost as distracting as a fly buzzing in her ear, but it would have to suffice as at least he wasn’t talking to her.
This gave Mudo time to think more on what was to happen in the coming days, her knowledge of the Godkings plans were limited, all she knew was Max wanted the Soul Kings blood that had flooded the human world. But what exactly for? The mans words insisted that his plans were for the benefit of all the Arrancar under his command, a smart ploy if he is trying to get his followers loyalty, but few Hollows cared for such human traits and that made every Arrancar a potential threat to Max’s oh-so new crown. But as any good king, his words did carry an aura of confidence, giving promise that Max knew what he was doing, even if all the details hadn’t been fully worked out. No matter though, Alfa had acquired the blood and it was probably already located in Izeel’s lab somewhere, thanks to the “Garganta Bomb’s” which Izeel gave them, which means they would be learning the next step in their plans soon enough. For now, she would slowly make her way to the room that the new King and the Espada held their gatherings in, taking her time as Alfa continued his hunt in the human world.
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Just close enough to feel the sudden surge of power let loose from Enrico, though brief as it was, the Espada’s spiritual pressure was filled with excitement and bloodlust. Not something out of the ordinary for most of their kind but Mudo had taken Enrico as one with more composure, only losing said composure when his self-proclaimed title was tarnished or besmirched, meaning that whatever conversation or event was happening in that room was enough for him to lose himself in his excitement. Though truthfully, Mudo knew little about any of the other Arrancar aside from her other half and Izeel, so her opinion of the golden boy could be quite off, but it still didn’t change the fact of what the Espada portrayed through his reiatsu.
While that surge of power blanketed the room for only a moment, it wasn’t till after it had faded that Mudo took notice of the other few Hollows in the room, almost definitely Espada as their own reiatsu, while not exploding about like Enrico’s just moments ago, almost all were innately comparable in some regard. The only three she even remotely recognized were Max, Emilia, and Elliora, but this 5th individual was a new presence she had not met yet. No matter, she would meet this individual sooner rather than later, assuming they remained when Mudo arrived to give Max the report on the blood her brother had acquired, assuming the Godking wasn’t already privy to the most recent addition of Izeel’s lab.
As she continued her slow pace through the halls, thinking to herself about the possibilities of Max’s plans with the blood, she was interrupted by a sudden loud Alfa in her head, cursing within his own mind about being cut off from his hunt before being able to really enjoy it. A situation far more amusing to Mudo than it was for her brother. She couldn’t see what he could see, but even his half thoughts were enough to paint a decent enough picture for her to understand what was going on, even if he hadn’t actually said anything. She knew how many he was hunting, she knew how he was hiding, and now she knew he and the other Arrancar had been encapsulated by a golden light that was forcing them home, a Negación.
~Mother fu----.. Come on, I didn’t even have time to play.~
~Aww, did you our King command you home so soon before you got to have your fun?~
~You’re damn right he did! Everyone else got to play around with the Shinigami and I got nothing!~
~Actually, you completed your mission and acquired the blood, something I am sure Max will be grateful for.~
~Yeah well.. I better get to hunt down another Shinigami soon, ain’t had a real test of what we can do yet and most of those guys looked like a good test run to me.~
~You will have to ask him yourself. I am on my way to inform him of your success, I suggest you make your way outside the Espada’s little meeting place with haste. Would be embarrassing if I beat you there, would it not?~
~Yeah yeah, I’ll be there shortly.. This thing only goes so fast.~
Minutes later, Alfa would arrive back in Las Noches, quickly making his way towards his sister who was still making her way to the meeting. Despite neither of them being Espada and at least not formally invited to their meetings, Alfa’s patience wouldn’t allow him to wait for this meeting to conclude before he was summoned. With a quick look towards his sister, who much to her own displeasure, placed her hand on his shoulder and began to quickly merge with him, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
And just like that, Alfa quickly used a small combo of Sonido to move between the remaining corners with astounding agility, reaching the large door in less than 2 seconds; a trip that would have taken Mudo at her leisurely pace nearly an hour to finish. Not even taking the time to think or comprehend what they might be getting into if any of these Espada found Alfa’s actions as offensive or disrespectful, Alfa pushed the door open and made his way into the room with his “superior” brethren. Glancing briefly across the room, he met the gaze of each and every member sitting at the table as he slowly made his way to one of the far walls, Mudo seamlessly unmerging with Alfa and taking to her own feet next to him. While Alfa kept his back on the wall, Mudo instead stepped only a few feet forward, taking a gentle bow in Max’s direction.
”I apologize for my brothers rudeness in interrupting your meeting, his lack of patience and overexcitement tend to make him.. difficult to handle. But, he was successful in acquiring what you requested, the blood should be in Izeel’s lab already, waiting for his return.”
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Unfortunately, the lack of information on their side and shinigami allowed more ample time to prepare led to a failure on their behalf. Although this mission wasn't a complete failure due to Izeel seeing a larger picture not just focused solely on one objective because every battle has something to gain. The Captain of 5th division shinigami might have got the upper hand on Izeel but not without cost, and only managed to deal with a portion of the hollow created by the adjuchas with the majority of them spread further away from where the battle has taken place managing to flee back to Hueco Mundo under the guidance of the adjucha. Not only that he managed to learn a great deal about the shinigami who were so anxious to display their powers before Izeel eyes and with it all uploaded to his actual brain. As he spoke this very moment his body was already starting the regeneration property but it would take a couple of days or even weeks before he was completely back to normal. Either way, he knew Max would want a report on what happened unaware of the outcomes if Nic or Galia survived the ordeal, as a holographic projection of Izeel got configured to only be able to roam within the confines of Las Noches for the time being.
Where Izeel might have failed it seemed to prove that Alfa and Mudo managed to succeed which brought great joy to him. Both sides manage to suffer a loss and a victory but now it is all determined on what they did with this blood whose side would come out most advantageous over this victory. The blood transported in the special containment vault underwent extensive examination studying its properties and if Izeel was lucky obtaining substantial DNA contained in it of the Soul King himself. The more knowledge could be gained on the soul king’s blood the more interesting practices they could apply this to and help the advancement of the hollows. One of the most promising aspects is that he planned to personally use some of the Soul Kings blood for that would end up becoming a big game-changer for all of them. First of all, he needed to discover the whereabouts of Max with his holographic image deconstruction and reforming, searching the building for his presence before discovering him along with Alfa. He waited for his debriefing and finished listening intently with intrigue before he began to debrief their sides of things on what happened to their shortcomings.
” As you might know, things in Naruki had an unfortunate turn where the blood was lost to the shinigami. By the time we got there they were already in the process of transporting it so we were on a schedule and only had a small window to act on. That was not the issue, however, but a select individual who Zanpakuto gave them a clear upper hand and trump on their sleeve. This fifth division shinigami Zanpakuto was able to seal or absorb away anything it touched from the first observation, even a Garganta, which is something I didn’t expect. Soon after backup arrived along with the Captain of the fifth division. The acting rash was no longer an option so instead, it was wise to cut our losses instead of suffering greater losses from this. I did manage to succeed in double the hollow forces and due to the eradication of the demi-hollow by the hands of the Captain, a great imbalance has been created even more so. I am pretty sure Nic fell asleep somewhere the moment we arrived because it was like he wasn’t even there, and while Galia hiding is with its merits his judgment calls were a bit questionable at best.”
As he spoke to Max giving a debrief on what happened in Naruki he waved his hand in front of him causing a screen to appear that displayed everything Izeel witnessed like a recorded movie through his eyes. Izeel wasn’t somebody who dwelled much on failures but on how to overcome them because shame only existed in those who didn't learn from their defeats.

 

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Beneath the sands lurked the creature, who Izeel questioned the intentions of… sure. Galia wasn't too smart, but he was loyal. He did come back, with nothing in hand but he did come back. A spike would reach up from the floor of the kingdom, and he'd phase through it, and climb it to the top to meet up with everyone else in time to hear Izeel speak upon what had happened in Naruki.
"Questionable? And here I was actually glad you made it, Izeel."
He'd say to the brain in the jar. He figured the arrancar would have some weird science-y trick to revive himself, unlike Galia. Galia barely managed to come back alive thanks to that Captain and his assistant. He had no choice but to run with nothing as well.
"You told them what happened to us already…"
He sighed, and looked around, not seeing Nic anywhere. He supposed he really didn't make it after all.
Galia gave a sigh, knowing he didn't do the greatest… he'd let his lust for carnage take over, and even though he did prove to be an effective distraction for Izeel to slip in and get some blood, that mop-boy outsmarted them and took the blood.
"I tried chasing down the shinigami with the blood source but two more appeared, and he slipped through some portal the older one created before I killed that portal-slinging older one… After that the tables started turning… That… that captain guy did all this to me with one attack… He even erased, and I mean literally erased 600 feet of earth from beneath me in one instant... Whatever he had power wise was crazy... It's like he can destroy what I create instantly. You saw that didn't you Izeel?"
He said, looking down at his torn and tattered robe, and lightly singed skin. He rubbed the back of his head.
"I don't think Nic made it back…"
Galia wasn't without Honor, he was just… sadistically into making kabobs out of every living creature. He told the truth, and even admitted his mistakes, when Izeel pointed out he did do some questionable things. Well… if they all decided Galia deserved death… he would try his best to defend himself from his fellow arrancar. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that. He still had much fight left in him, but knew it was time to make an escape today. After he explained what happened from his perspective, most correlated with Izeel's explanation, but Galia had a different angle on the same situation, in a way.