[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

[BSD]

Listen Here!

Within the lightning-dyed sands rests a creature that is far too curious for its own good. It does not possess the same level of intelligence that its counterparts do. At least, not in the traditional sense. This, too, affects how it approaches situations that have the potential to become lethal in an instant. For this beast, there is no such thing as danger—there is only fun. So long as he can enjoy himself, he has no worries. Unfortunately, it has become hard for him to enjoy himself within the past couple hundred years given that there are not many Hollows that can play as rough as him. In these years that seemed to span over thousands instead of hundreds, Guillermo had patrolled the desert of Hueco Mundo, forever in search of people to become friends with. His appearance stunted his ability to befriend others. It was already hard enough to gain one's trust, but it was next to impossible to do that when one looked like him. Unlike other creatures in the vast and barren land, his colors seemed to be extremely unusual. Where white Hierro would adorn a Hollow's body, black painted his. Many believed his vision to be obstructed by the horns protruding from his eyes, however, this was not the case, either. What was true and in line with this train of thought was his inability to see himself. The Vasto Lorde was just like a monster within a children's book. One sole factor differentiated him from such a thing, however, and it was his love for everyone around him—regardless of who they are.
Currently, all Guillermo can see is white sand. Perhaps this is due to the fact that he is currently engulfed in it. He had been sleeping, but he did not know for how long. All he knew was that he wasn't feeling famished or lethargic by any means. If he feasted in some sort of sleepwalking state, this would explain why he was fine. While he cannot recall exactly when it was, his last sentient memory took place 100 years prior. He recalled seeing a beautiful bright star in the sky that filled him with joy. He wanted nothing more than to catch it, but soon after looking at it, he could not resist the urge to "sleep." There wasn't a clear reason as to why he had suddenly woken up from such a deep slumber. Perhaps the string of recent events had propelled him out of the trance-like state he had been in. Whether or not this was the case wasn't a consideration, the Vasto Lorde was simply happy to be up.
Right now, he could sense a wealth of different spiritual energies—some fleeting, some stagnating, and some extremely active. Excitement crept through his body in the same way chills would ravage others'. Something about these power signatures was different. He hadn't felt such energy in centuries, surely. Even then, those who had passed were not as strong as those he had locked on to. The permanent smile etched onto his face grew larger and more menacing. A cackle began to radiate throughout the empty land around him. He was far enough from them to not be heard, but the sound of his own laugh comforted him as his body jolted up, allowing for his vision to clear itself. A small jump landed him on his hands and feet with his tail positioned in such a way that it towered over the entirety of his back. At first, he began running across the sand at blinding speeds that mimicked that of a Sonido. However, this was indeed different. No distinct sound came about as it would from the aforementioned technique, nor was he as fast as those with a Sonido in relation to long distances. Sure, he was able to keep up and appear to be using such a technique, but his speed was at its prime within close-range and perhaps even mid-range on his best day. Another jump sent him 20 meters into the air, causing the sand beneath his person to scatter around in a small cloud that one wouldn't be able to see through. In the instant that he had reached his intended height, he became faster. Utilizing reishi plates, he had pressed both feet against two of them and jumped forth, causing a large Boom! to echo throughout the desert. Thankfully, no one was within enough proximity to be assaulted by this sonic volume. It happened twice more as he soared through the sky in a manner that made him look weightless.
Finally, he had arrived outside of the palace, hastily making his way to where the signatures were gathered in abundance. However, he had not entered the palace at all. No, he simply stood outside like a dog, waiting to be noticed by those above him as they quarreled. Waiting a couple of minutes was sadly out of the question and by the time that Yandiel had witnessed everything going on, Guillermo had sprung into action from the area outside of the palace, tunneling down to Izeel's lab with blinding expedition and a rather rough and carefree attitude. Bursting through the top of the lab, his excitement got the best of him as he had done more than just announce his presence.
Surprise!
"HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?!?!!?"
An eardrum-bursting scream erupted from the Vasto Lorde. It didn't stop there, however. Immediately, it would be apparent that the beast had let loose a Vagido*** that had begun to shake the entirety of the palace itself. While its walls were self-repairing, as the scream continued on, they would continue to crumble, struggling to fix themselves at the rapid pace they usually did. In fact, this lag would be all too apparent even after his screech had ended, as his Reiatsu had intentionally flared alongside it, mixing in unnoticed. A wave of calm and welcoming feelings would wash over those within the area. This would help them cope with the vibrations from the Vagido that threatened to cause massive internal damage to them. The same went for the walls, whose ability to repair would be stunted by the Reiatsu, making their repair rate take five times longer than usual. However, it would at least be apparent by the demeanor of the Vasto Lorde and its chosen word to scream that he was, in fact, not hostile.
He was, however, astonishingly stupid.

 

[BSD]

Convergencia del Caos
Not sure on how much of what he had said got through to the miniature Elliora before him, nonetheless the moment the legless Arrancar Galia started to whine about powerlessness, Izeel gritted his teeth in irritation. He wondered why people couldn’t follow simple expectations and it was little around this time another visitor happened to stop by. Keeping the majority of his attention focused on Elliora, he spotted Yandiel had stepped within the entrance of his laboratory but unlike the other one who entered read the situation immediately taking his leave. Although, he decided to stick around to hear how things played out Izeel had no concern as long he wasn’t trying to wreck his laboratory. First Max hangs out in his laboratory to help monitor any changes or breakthroughs with Kassius then minutes after his departure Elliora comes bursting out of the healing capsule, along with Galia showing up. Right when things started to escalate between Elliora and Galia a foreign reiatsu signature he had yet to memorize made itself known, sending chills down his spine. From his experience so far every time a new Arrancar happened to make its presence known it never went well for Las Noches. Thinking back on both encounters Helliodoro arrived destroying things with his reiatsu or trying to fight with somebody. Then he couldn’t forget the catastrophe with Kassius' explosive arrival that almost tore their stronghold down too.
The newcomer Guillermo didn’t wait for long to make a rather abrupt entrance, breaking his way through Izeel’s laboratory ceiling around the same time Galia decided to make a counter towards Elliora’s internal air assault on him. During the time he spent with Max performing routine tasks and monitoring the development of Kassius, Izeel took heed to what was said about them needing to learn how to evolve with their natural talents and not the power bestowed upon them by the Hogyouko. His way to constantly always evolving and achieving greater feats came from his intellect to learn from everything offered to him. Thanks to prior incidents he was researching countermeasures gradually on how to help not just deal with the brute sealed in his prison, but that of all the other Arrancar who coexist with them. This time would be his first opportunity to check how well they would work with Elliora currently considering him a friend and the sudden intrusion might cause another fight within his laboratory. He didn’t care if they wanted to fight at all but just wanted it done out of his space. As Guillermo shouted out hello, he quickly covered his ears pressing one button on his holographic keypad that immediately popped up. Immediately all the oxygen within his laboratory got expelled creating a vacuum within for a brief moment inadvertently saving Galia from his fate by literally stripping all the air out of his lungs as well the others. The vacuum also helped to nullify the strength of Guillermo vadigo by deafening the effects of the shout to stop the sound vibrations from carrying outward. Just as quickly it left the room thinned air begin to return to normal while Izeel acted without any hesitation in his actions moving in front of the spiked bones path rapidly protruding out the ground endangering to impale Elliora. In that same notion of sonido to put himself in its path, he made a blurring sweeping powerful kick at the spikes cleaving clean through them to stop the attack. This was no shortcoming from Galia's bone spikes in the least where a normal kick would have probably definitely led to his leg being severed off or having no effect. However, what Izeel performed was no ordinary kick with his leg coming to the end of the swipe appearing as blur rapidly vibrating at imperceivable frequency coated with Negacion. Using one of his strongest techniques Sin Sombras Espada. Unsure of who or what this strange-looking newcomer was or what intentions it had showing up, he could tell for sure though it was strong. Quickly diffusing the next ticking bomb showed up, he sensed no hostility from Guillermo so decided to deal with it the same as Elliora.

”Umm…Hello whoever you are. What brings you crashing into our abode?” After addressing the newcomer from closer inspection, he could tell he happened to be a Vasto Lorde. Hopefully, he happened to contain more intelligence than the other ones he encountered or was it some common genetic factor all Vasto Lorde shared amongst one another. Either way whatever was about to take place he remained prepared to act beyond maximum efficiency if any of them decided to act hostile again.
Now looking down to Elliora before she decided to take any other actions trying to appeal to her child-like mind. ”Ahora mi amigo, los amigos no van destruyendo cosas de otros amigos. Entonces, ¿por qué no vas a jugar con tu comida afuera, y te conseguiré muchas cosas brillantes como un regalo?”
(Now-now my friend, friends don't go destroying other friends' stuff. So why don't you go play with your food outside, and I will get you lots of shiny things afterward?)
His attention finally returned toward Galia if he happened to still be alive with an irritable tone in his voice he didn’t try to mask. ” If you don’t want to make an enemy out of me also, I’d strongly advise you take your quarrel outside or the next damage caused to my laboratory by your spikes will be carved from your flesh in atonement. You speak about those who have obtained power by eating other powerful beings, yet that is how you got to the place you are now. Don’t blame others for your weakness…become stronger or end up part of the food chain. If the God-King heard those words from you, I guarantee you would have been squashed like a pathetic insect on the spot.”
At this point witnessing all the destruction that happened to his laboratory from the vadigo, and confrontation caused Izeel to start reaching a snapping point. He was a scientist and scholar at heart, and his laboratory is considered his place of pride. A small ominous cackle escaped from him for a second with the lingering thought on who will become his first experiment because surely these people intruded in his space to be dissected right?

 

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Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
For an short instance of time, the small monster's eyes dart towards the ceiling, in the direction of the large explosive sounds from the outside. Whatever was out there was speeding towards their direction, and will arrive at any moment. While she, herself, was in mid flight hurdling towards the prehistoric monster, assisted by the currents of air at her beck and call. They circulate her, preventing any projectiles from reaching her body as they are easily diverted from their path.
Elliora's intelligence is often questioned, due to her irresponsible actions, her instincts and ability to find those of true power are uncanny. What good would it have done to strengthen a being who cannot find strength himself, even as an arrancar. Some are simply meant to be the prey to the true predators in their world, and this reptile was just that, prey. While not without his own means of defense, the spikes summoned by the arrancar do next to nothing to obscure the miniature monster's path, as they are immediately dealt with by Izeel's Espada Desombrada before they destroy the scientist's laboratory. Perhaps too fast for her own good, she continues to torpedo forward, striking her forehead against the bone cocoon. It serves to scramble her brain just enough to become understood by those around her.

"I wasn't talking about you, back off!"
His words fall on deaf ears, muffled by his own cocoon as well as being obstructed by the air circulating around her. And if by any chance, she manages to hear him, it was nearly impossible for her to immediately process his words due to being rattled by the impact to her forehead. While Elliora quickly recovers from the impact and wipes the droplets of blood from her forehead, another unwelcome guest enters the sanctum that was Izeel's laboratory through the ceiling. She can hear the deep inhale of air as it readies itself to greet the group gathered in the lab. The tiny monster takes a seat outside of the cocoon, curiously knocking in hopes of a response from the creature housed inside. Quick to act, Izeel presses one of his many buttons, causing something to happen around the miniature creature.
"HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?!?!!?"
She looks around, dumbfounded by the sudden lack of air, outside her own encasing tempesting winds which are vastly stronger than a machine made vacuum from the arrancar's lab. that shield her not only from the effects of the Vagido, but as well from the effects of the new guest's flaring reiatsu. The next thing she sees is the wavering and cracking of the walls and ceiling, their near instant regeneration slowed by something. Perhaps it was the abilities of this new hollow. Still, she can feel the trembling through the floor.
"Umm…Hello whoever you are. What brings you crashing into our abode?"
Elliora is more preoccupied with the bone shell she persistently knocks on, like an otter slamming a shell on a rock to get to it's meal. She ignores the scientist as he speaks to the Vasto, questioning him of his sudden arrival, while on the other side of the door, Yandiel remains in wait, as if to see which of all the monsters in the room would finally emerge.
What both the cocoon and vacuum created by Izeel fail to protect Galia from is the oxygen already in his system, as it was already supplying his blood with the necessary air, more so as he cocooned himself, preventing the vacuum from withdrawing the air from his lungs, and encasing himself with Elliora's air, further sealing his fate. And so, entrapped in a coffin of his own making, the blood in his system enriched by Elliora's reiryoku infused air, violently rages within his body, serving to liquify the meal for easier and quicker ingestion. The tornadoes remain contained within the tented bone spikes that were meant protect him from outside threats, yet are useless against threats within them or himself. The remnants of the arrancar's powers dissipate as the tornados fuse into a single one and funnel the blood into Elliora's mouth, quenching her thirst and satisfying her hunger.
"Ahora mi amiga, los amigos no van destruyendo cosas de otros amigos. Entonces, ¿por qué no vas a jugar con tu comida afuera, y te conseguiré muchas cosas brillantes como un regalo?"
Now-now my friend, friends don't go destroying other friends' stuff. So why don't you go play with your food outside, and I will get you lots of shiny things afterward?
She burps and pats her belly lightly, finally turning her attention to Izeel, and glancing between him and the Vasto. The scientist a smidge too slow to get to her about playing with her food after she immediately devoured it. She stands and quickly nods, happily accepting the bribe from her friend to exit his lab and leave him at peace, if only for now. Elliora is sure to return to annoy him in the future, but for now, she begins to make her way towards the exit. The tiny monster looks up at the Vasto and curiously stares at him, sniffing and gaging him as she walks near.
"Hi. Me Elli. I play outside now."
While her sentences weren't exactly the most sophisticated, at least now, it was easier to understand the tiny flying gremlin. She waves to her smart friend and the new loud friend as she skips towards the exit. Though in her backwards skipping, not looking in the direction she is going, she bumps into another creature, the one who lay outside in wait, until he felt the desire to enter the lab. He smelled familiar, but she had no memory of ever meeting him, despite him being the one to get her to safety. She stops in her tracks, tilting her head from side to side as she eyes him up and down curiously. Smoke nearly comes out of her ears with how hard she's thinking, trying to remember, to no avail.

She shrugs it off and continues, only now, her tiny brain finally processes the yelling from Galia as he barked at her to leave him alone as well. Clearly not usually one to listen, she begins to wonder who it was he spoke of, if not her? Who else had eaten pieces of the godking? Had they eaten more than her? How strong where they now? She grumbles softly as if the questions appear to weigh heavily on her mind. She fails to remember she has already met the only other arrancar to have ingested remnants of vincent as the new godking, as if they are out of her sight, they no longer exist to her. Either way, their own response was sure to be as violent as hers, if not worse. After all, would the current godking take such words in stride?
She grows increasingly irritable as the nagging feeling of not only having forgotten something, but that she is missing something eats away at her. Now outside of Izeel's lab, she ceases walking, opting to hover around in the air as she propels herself forward, now wandering the grand expanse of Hueco Mundo and its new additions. After all, she has a meal to digest.

 

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Sat upon a throne not his own, an Arrancar picks at his nails, one by one he goes through, trying to pull free whatever clings to the underside, if anything ever. For the most part, since his encounter with that strange cat, everything had been rather quiet. The big man in the box slams away on occasion, the ruckus above not enough to stir something in Helliodoro for the moment. Beneath the floors he walks upon, the labs are relatively quiet, what noise is produced is hardly audible to the dullard who ignores the big machines, sizzling liquids and strange powders. And on the floors he roams, well there is no one who seems to attempt to interact with Helliodoro. The horse, gone. The cat, gone. The bird, gone. The overly friendly one, gone. The rest had not yet made an impression on the shining star of Hueco Mundo and therefore, did not exist. The man in the box, he makes sounds, he slams, growls and roars, but as far as Helliodoro can remember, he has made no impression on him and as such, like the rest, does not exist.
Eventually, he finishes the cleaning process of his fingernails and begins shifting about his position once more, getting comfortable to begin the process of tediously cleaning his own toe nails instead. Shuffling about on the God-king’s throne, Helliodoro leaves his marks, quite literally disintegrating pieces of the throne as he shifts about. Strangely enough, the structure that usually regenerates seemingly struggles to and outright fails to recover from these damages. Much like before, he picks away slowly but surely, bored out of his mind and far too busy defiling the Horse’s throne to care about much else. Bringing his foot up oddly close to his face while in the process of cleaning his toe nails, eye level with his toes, he takes a sniff, nothing off hits his nose but perhaps he is simply accustomed to his own scent, or there is no scent to begin with. In truth, there is nothing to clean under any one of his nails, he simply runs through the motions, pretending and hoping that anything comes loose. For a creature who does not bathe and does not often clean himself, there is perhaps no one who is cleaner than Helliodoro.
Finally he finishes his task. Sprawling out across the chair in its entirety, he leaves what can only be described as a chair angel. Like a snow angel, only on a chair. Sinking ever so slowly into the chair, he begins to relax almost as though he were about to fall asleep. His eyes close on themselves and the aggressive scowl that usually adorns his face fades away as he attempts to pass the time with some good old fashioned shut-eye. Until it is disturbed.
“HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?!?!!?”
His eyes shoot open, not at the scream nullified by the mad Scientist Izeel, but instead by the infuriating surge of Reiatsu that dared attempt to reach Helliodoro in his time of rest. The rampaging reiatsu that accompanies the screeching thing draws Helliodoro’s ire rather quickly and with that, it is clear that the effects are entirely missing in this Arrancar. Rendered useless as the constant flow of Reiatsu and Reiryoku that coats this shining Hollow invalidates the foreign reiatsu of others.
His hands slowly reach for the edges of the arm rests, clamping against the stone and imprinting their marks upon the throne, then his fingers clench in tight. The stone beneath his digits collapses within an instant, offering no resistance whatsoever as he pushes himself to his feet. Shortly after he stands himself upright, he takes off into a sprint, his arms swinging madly back and forth as his feet slam into the ivory flooring beneath. Each step leaves a footprint as he darts towards the lab where the intruder had dared to disrupt his rest. This would be perhaps the first time Helliodoro had dared step properly into the labs of the mad scientist Arrancar, generally he dared not tread on such terrifyingly boring grounds, but this was a serious cause. Leaving a trail from the throne to the lab, he arrives not by opening a door as one usually does, if that door opened in a usual fashion. Instead he shoulder checks the door in a brutal display of force and whatever mechanism or latch holds the door buckles beneath the force, but not before the structure of the door gives way and Helliodoro plunges through the material itself, whatever he had come into contact with also vanishing in the process. His eyes lock onto a number of figures in the room. Elliora, a small little thing that Helliodoro fails to recognize by sight, but recognizes by Reiryoku signature. Izeel, the scientist who leaves zero impression on the star and this stranger, a newcomer to HIS domain. For Izeel, it is likely to be an unfortunate day, the lab he so treasures and seemingly lives in may become a desolate wasteland in mere seconds.
”Just what do you think you’re doin’ in my house, you fuckin’ imbalance!?!”
Imbalance? Was someone off balance? Did something set the balance of something off perhaps? Perhaps Helliodoro was referring to the balance of his rest? Or simply to the energy of his home? And who was he referring to at all? Perhaps, and most likely, it was the wrong word. His sprint had become a simple stride once he had plowed through the door. Each step brings him closer and closer to the obsidian coloured Hollow that stands amongst the Arrancar. His arms out to his sides as his fingers clench and unclench on repeat, seemingly stretching themselves and preparing for what’s to come. As he makes his way towards his target, Helliodoro speaks up once more, a gravelly growl more than words, this time very much clearly directed at Izeel and Elliora.

”Get out of my lab, I have a nuance to deal with!!"
Again what did he mean???

 

[Shinigami]

Cold steel aimed directly at Cordelia’s throat. Her sea-glass eyes turned away from the lava pool that her hand stretched out over. She merely cocked her head to the side as she made eye contact with the espada. Cordelia had never been fond of others, clearly since she devoured her entire family like they were nothing more than a buffet, but something about the woman in front of her intrigued her.

” Cordelia Aurelius. I sensed a pool of water in here, so I connected it to my waterways. ”

The light growling of Cordelia’s stomach filled the silence between them. Embarrassed, she slipped away from the edge of the pool and the weapon that was still at her throat. Not now! Why did her hunger have to awaken now? She sunk back down into the water to the point that only the top half of her head was out of the pool. Usually, she would have attacked or fled, but she’s certain the woman before her could have killed her if she’d wanted to, so did she not want to?

” May I get out of the pool? What even is this place and why are there so many others in the area?”

Without waiting for a response, Cordelia pulls herself up onto the edge of the pool and wrings her hair out. She observed Emilia and her eyes widen in wonder. She’d never seen such fine clothes nor hair that was nearly touching the floor. She wants to touch her hair, but it’s probably best not to do anything that could provoke Emilia further.