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Subject Post 1Subject: The Reclamation War: Prelude Tue Jun 26, 2018 12:26 am
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The roar of machines coming to life reverberated across the entirety of Hueco Mundo's unnatural moon. Bright lights shone out as the military bases surrounding Los Viejos came online, revealing the dust-covered remains of what had once been the home base of the realm's previous King. Thought dead or gone, the absence of Los Viejos's main occupant had drawn all kinds of looters and miscreants to the moon's pale surface. Yet, the bulk of what had once been a formidable force remained still, untouched by those who would take advantage of the owner's dearth. Massive shuttles and towers dotted the astronomical body's surface, all pristine yet clearly not in use. If it wasn't for the fact only two living beings remained on the entire moon, one might think it still housed an army.
The tip taps of footsteps rang out as a lone walker's sandals hit the ground, starkly contrasting the silence of his surroundings. This man was currently making his way through one of Los Viejos's many stone hallways, of which most were coated in a light sheen of dust due to disuse. The dull light of barely-lit torches cast shadows across the floor where he walked, making his silhouette difficult to make out. Upon exiting the hallway, he stepped into a cavernous chamber located at the very heart of Los Viejos. At the center of the dimly lit chamber was a series of stone steps, upon which sat a throne who's back stretched to meet the ceiling far above it. In the darkness the man could just barely make out the presence of an individual occupying the seat, though this wasn't entirely clear until their eyelids opened, revealing glowing purple bulbs. The man's gaze tore into the other's soul, stabbing into him like cold steel. Still, no malice haunted his voice as its deep and intimidating timbre interrupted the throne room's years of silence.
"Kimimaro. It is time."
Knowing precisely what this meant, the Arrancar facing the throne bowed respectfully and immediately turned around before returning whence he came. Moving much quicker than before, Kimimaro Kaguya began to make preparations for the arrival of a host capable of waging war against Shadow Fall and her allies. Having left the ancient confines of Los Viejos, the grey-haired Arrancar's path became erratic as he darted from building to building, powering up machinery and bringing life to the rest of the sprawling, derelict moon base. After a short time, the entire celestial body was lit up brightly and rumbling from the renewed vigor in its machines. With step one complete, Kimimaro then moved onto clearing a space large enough for thousands of creatures to reside. This was also completed quickly with little trouble, at least in comparison to what was to come.
Now it was time to really begin. Stepping aboard a platform at the far end of the walled-in clearing, Kimimaro placed his feet on marked locations and stood ready. In an instant wires and pipes shot up and connected to various points across the Arrancar's body, through which his energy was being transferred to devices spread across the empty zone. This energy was used to power gigantic transmitters attached to even larger satellite dishes. These would work together to send a message out across the boundless sands of Hueco Mundo for thousands of miles in every direction, a message from the heart of Los Viejos. Upon closing his eyes, Kimimaro commanded the machines to release this missive for all Hollows and Arrancar to hear.
"It is time to break the chains keeping our people restrained and expel the presence of the scheming liars using us for our power. For too long has Hueco Mundo resided on the sidelines while Shadow Fall wages war with our brothers and sisters as fodder, paving roads over our sacrifices. Come forth from the pall cast by Shadow Fall's bloated corpse. Through our blood shall Hueco Mundo be reborn, more powerful than ever. Salvation awaits you."
Upon sending this message, hundreds of towering Garganta would suddenly open across the desert surface of the realm Hollows called home. Each dimensional rift would allow those who received the call-to-arms to reach the surface of the moon, as they all connected to the gigantic clearing Kimimaro had prepared for this very reason. Knowing his species wasn't exactly known for peaceful coexistence, the pale Arrancar readied himself for anything as creatures of all shapes and sizes began stepping through the Garganta. The risk of a worst case scenario was necessary for what was to come. A War to Reclaim Hueco Mundo.
Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Reclamation War: Prelude Tue Jun 26, 2018 9:07 pm
Yet another thing blocking the way of her roaming. Another obstacle from her truely feeling the freedom she once had. As she tried to regain her touch with her old self, but couldn't achieve it. It felt like everywhere that Naya went to remain in a state of peace and solitude, there was a battle, carnage, construction, territory claims, and hostility that forced her back into a corner that she could no longer escape from. Naya was seated within the ruins of a broken stone pillar left by what was Hueco Mundo, curled up and only having the moon's presence be a reminder of something that stayed constant in her solitude. She allowed that to give her peace, as she closed her eyes to get rest. But upon her eyes closing, La Garganta opened up in the distance next to her. The rift sending out large gusts of wind that acted as a vaccuum, sucking in most of the looser particles that were on the ground next to her. And as the rift opened up, she faintly heard a voice.
"It is time to break the chains keeping our people restrained and expel the presence of the scheming liars using us for our power..."
She tried to ignore the call, slowly walking away from the rift holding her nodachi firmly in her hands, as the reflection of the moonlight bounded off of the blade's teal wash. She slowly turned to the mouth of La Garganta once more and had a slight hesitation to the call that awaited on the other side for her. It was at this time, where she realized she no longer experienced the joys of solitude, but the pain of that had accompanied her loneliness. There was nothing to better herself with, nothing to prove that she was fine on her own.
"...For too long has Hueco Mundo resided on the sidelines while Shadow Fall wages war with our brothers and sisters as fodder, paving roads over our sacrifices..."
She questioned in her mind, as her grip on the blade became tighter while also pausing and turning to face the rift head on. Upon turning, she wallowed within the feelings of remorse for her own self as she drifted into the thoughts of needing someone else's help to become strong again.
"...Come forth from the pall cast by Shadow Fall's bloated corpse. Through our blood shall Hueco Mundo be reborn, more powerful than ever. Salvation awaits you..."
She felt her hair whipping furiously behind her as there were Hollows that immediately leaped at this opportunity to be freed from the desolateness that was Hueco Mundo. They rushed by her knocking around and bouncing her off of their bodies, feeling as though she was in the way of the hollows.
Is this what weakness feels like... flocking to a source... just to get the feeling of freedom... because you can not generate it on your own...
She echoed in her head as for some reason her body continued to creep forward to the rift without any real control in doing so. The hollows rushing seemed to become stronger and heavier behind her, aiding in more of a reason to push her through this portal. Finally, she gave up trying to resist, not allowing herself to be knocked back and forth by the hollows and walking in unison with their force. When she appeared on the other side, on the surface of the moon, she paused for a moment admiring the new environment immediately. There were very few developments and it reminded her of the days where she could stroll aimlessly in Hueco Mundo's deserts with nothing to be expected of her and nothing to bother her.
"You have my attention."
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Reclamation War: Prelude Tue Jun 26, 2018 10:40 pm
Mu Long have been wandering the realms of each world periodically searching, and looking for a new purpose for his life. He dislike being who consider they are better then him. That is the one of the reasons that he dislike the faction known as Shadow Fall who have been running the Hueco Mundo for thousands of years. Letting out a sigh a voice interrupt his trained of though as this voice speak which such volume that it felt like whomever it was demand his attention.
It said, "It is time to break the chains keeping our people restrained and expel the presence of the scheming liars using us for our power. For too long has Hueco Mundo resided on the sidelines while Shadow Fall wages war with our brothers and sisters as fodder, paving roads over our sacrifices. Come forth from the pall cast by Shadow Fall's bloated corpse. Through our blood shall Hueco Mundo be reborn, more powerful than ever. Salvation awaits you."
Interesting was his Mu reply as he was greet by dimensional rift just a few meters off to his left about 6 meters away. Letting out a sigh Mu position himself toward the direction of the rift as he study it he look around the area he could see several other rift not to far from his location. Grinning in approval he had lick his lips as he made his way over to the rift just 6 meters away stepping inside as reappeared on the opposite end of the rift.
Mu arrive in spacious area of the moon surface. Deciding he wanted to get a better gasp of the current situation he had step on reiastu platform position himself just 15 meters off the ground of the moon awaiting to see what the event have to bring to the table. Within his hand he still hold his zanpakuto as carefully trained his eyes on several individual within the area. Keeping his guard up, and trying to prepare for the worst as anything can happen.
Subject Post 4Subject: Re: The Reclamation War: Prelude Wed Jun 27, 2018 3:55 am
Sand parted and shaped around the outline of each shoe that was placed upon the pearl white surface, a gentle breeze sweeping across Hueco Mundo as Shi's onyx orbs remained ahead of him to nothing in particular. White robing began to gently sway back and forth as his attention was grasped by a familiar voice, one lost to history and thought to be an extinguished fire that once had the potential to consume Shadow Fall. Soft lips parted to utter "Nagato.." His name held weigh to Shi, most forgetting who and what he did beforehand.
The speech roared open and began to broadcast all over, stating: ""It is time to break the chains keeping our people restrained and expel the presence of the scheming liars using us for our power. For too long has Hueco Mundo resided on the sidelines while Shadow Fall wages war with our brothers and sisters as fodder, paving roads over our sacrifices. Come forth from the pall cast by Shadow Fall's bloated corpse. Through our blood shall Hueco Mundo be reborn, more powerful than ever. Salvation awaits you.". Shi's stoic facial features contorted, shifting into a scowl of absolute irritation afterall he'd taken this long to make his move? Shadow Fall has been cracking a whip to his species for sometime whilst Nagato had been thought deceased yet he chose now to strike? Something else had to be occuring that Shi wasn't aware of, an action or event that was forthcoming that'd splinter Shadow Fall?
The mound of dust that Shi was standing upon began to shift, chunks of it being consumed by the gentle suction of the transportation method infront of him. Train of thought was swiftly broken by his slight movement and for a lingering moment, Shi considered his options and made a decisive decision, right foot coming forward and it wasn't long before his form was consumed by the endless abyss, a sight that'd send most insane if they gazed into the depths but Shi wasn't one to turn a blind eye to such a purity.
Orbs of onyx fell upon his current surrounding, noting a rather beautiful Arrancar in the opening but he didn't let that linger as his intention was to spot their infamous -leader-. The one that'd taken so long to grasp the whip, an excuse wasn't acceptable but a plot? That was far more befitting. Standing in silence he'd simply wait paitently..
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Subject Post 5Subject: Re: The Reclamation War: Prelude Wed Jun 27, 2018 7:00 am
The desert of Hueco mundo was covered in rolling hills. Wind stirs up the wispy sand and the moon's never ending rays beat down on her mercilessly. Salty sweat rolls off her nose and stings her eyes. Her clothing is overwhelmingly hot and sticky. The stiff, dry desert breeze blows sand into her eyes and makes her hair stiff with salt hert tongue feels as if it’s coated in fur.
"If i'm correct there should be a location where others like me would meet..
She arrived at the location and could sense a few spiritual energies around the vacinity, being smart the snake decided to pour her reiatsu into the scales of her skin giving off the impression that she was the white sands of hueco mundo itself. And like a snake she waits for this mysterious person to arrive, hopefully to get a better understanding of what the heck is going on and finding her true purpose in life.
Seeing a man holding a sword, obviously cautious about this whole ordeal remaining ever so vigilant of his surroundings pretty smart she had to admit. Also a man who appeared to be that of a teenager with black hair and red eyes, two floating objects orbiting around like planets gravitating towards the sun.
Subject Post 6Subject: Re: The Reclamation War: Prelude Wed Jun 27, 2018 11:45 am
There could be no doubt that Hueco Mundo was filled with many of a different sort of Hollows, but there could also be no doubt that there wasn't a Hollow like Tyrant Hunger. It lay beneath a layer of sand that slipped around it's segmented shell mask, covering it from giant head to giant toe. It made Tyrant Hunger look like an immobile dune of sand. It's hunger had waned for now, becoming a mildly tolerable pang in what it had that passed for a stomach. The monstrous Hollow stretched a claw out and began to draw shapes in the sand, letting one large talon drag around and create trenches.
Tyrant Hunger's head suddenly rose up from resting on the sands as it heard a voice that seemingly came from nowhere. "It is time to break the chains keeping our people restrained and expel the presence of the scheming liars using us for our power. For too long has Hueco Mundo resided on the sidelines while Shadow Fall wages war with our brothers and sisters as fodder, paving roads over our sacrifices. Come forth from the pall cast by Shadow Fall's bloated corpse. Through our blood shall Hueco Mundo be reborn, more powerful than ever. Salvation awaits you."
Of course, Tyrant Hunger did not understand what any of the spoken words meant. But it did manage to grab it's attention long enough to rouse it from it's sandy retreat. The sand that covered the monstrous Hollow exploded off of it as Tyrant Hunger burst into motion, climbing out of the pit it had dug for itself. It ran straight into the nearest massive Garganta that had appeared near it. Tyrant Hunger burst into the other side of the Garganta, landing on the clearing on the moons surface and kicking up moon dust as it ground into a halt, momentarily confused by the new environment.
Subject Post 7Subject: Re: The Reclamation War: Prelude Fri Jun 29, 2018 11:03 pm
Rudi!!! in the land of beasts!
Rudi wandered the sands, as he always did, as he only recent had done, as it always would... The world was timeless, and he, in synchronicity, was just as timeless. His tail flicked back and forth as he wandered, proud and unafraid, standing tall like a confident cat. He was more powerful than any other hollow or arrancar in his vicinity, in the desolate world as he is, there was hardly any other life at all. This was good for him.
He found himself at peace. The world behind him forgotten. The path ahead, purposefully obscured. He existed in a present bliss, his crimson eyes staring into nothing, and finding everything he ever needed to be happy. And then he heard a voice, calling. For him? No. The voice was calling to the world, and Rudi happened to listen. The voice called for purpose. For a higher purpose than the cannibalism, the short-sighted, individualistic battles of the desert.
Things beyond the child's mind. But the emotion was not. The voice thrummed through in. Inspiring. Purposeful. Like a father. Like a father. And Rudi, innocent as he was, sought out that guidance. He didn't understand what he would be guided towards, but he understood instinctively that the voice was guiding. A garganta opened before him, yawning like the wide arms of a family member welcoming him home. He stepped up, and then in, and let the world close on top of him.
The world opened him into a clearing. It was more crowded here. Reiatsu battled against one another, bordering each other in the spiritual air. Rudi stepped into the meeting, a little on the outskirts at first, his tender spirit poking gentle touches into the reiatsu fields of everyone else first. The giant. The serpent-woman. The more-human creatures. Each one, less powerful than him. Safe. They couldn't hurt him.
But then there were a few that could. The man that called him here, most of all. His spirit circled around the man's, like a moth around a flame, before retreating. Yes. The man that called him- the man that called to the whole of Heuco Mundo- was dangerous. His tail curled around his small thigh, afraid, even though his wide eyes and innocent smile gave away nothing.
The man wasn't stupid. He had smart eyes. Clever gaze- and although Rudi couldn't know, he was an open book to the man. He came off as much weaker than even he knew, for his sapphire horns and tail were nothing more than spiritual additions, burning away his excess energy into something essentially undetectable. Furthermore, the mark on his back, hidden under his clothes, an undeniable mark of Eris, labeling him as the property of the very woman the call was to take down.
"Hi everyone. I'm Rudi." His murmured, his voice soft and small as his body. His large, oversize sleeve pressed against his face, suddenly shy. There were really so many people! So many strangers... His tail wiggled back and forth, utterly cute, and nervous, his babyish cheeks flushing an innocent pink. "I heard we are going to have an adventure?I... I like adventures..."
Subject Post 8Subject: Re: The Reclamation War: Prelude Sun Jul 01, 2018 1:28 pm
When the Garganta opened and the words were sent through, the woman had just finished her meal. There was blood all around her despite no visibly corpse in her vicinity. Instead, the only thing out of the ordinary was medium muffin, seemingly made out of cinnamon, with several pieces of chocolate chips over its surface. Given her expression, it tasted delicious. While she ate, the Arrancar paid close attention to the message. It was way overdue. And though throughout the last millenia she had her own bone to pick against the Demos, a proposition like this only enticed her further. While she couldn’t say she cared all that much about the fate of her people, she couldn’t stand the idea of the Demon mutts seeing themselves as superior. Any chance at conflict, and any chance at killing, specially them, was a sort of gifted moment she wouldn’t pass up.
From her vicinity, and even far away, she could sense the doubtful distress of the Hollow. Some flocked rapidly to answer the call, and some simply acted as though they never heard it. For as powerful as her kind was, some were still fearful of the reach and control of their former allies; not her. As soon as she finished her cupcake, she stepped into the Garganta, and out onto the meeting place. Upon her arrival she was greeted by far more energy signatures of different powers that actually mattered. Buu was surprised to say the least, as she had expected very little if nothing at all. Save for Nagato, who was as powerful as he was old, the rest had a very interesting and varied levels of power.
Among them a boy, whose energy could more or less be comparable to hers. It was in her benefit and to all those present that the more stable and willing of her personas was currently in charge. If the darker side of her came out to play, who knew the sort of trouble they could run into. But even on her better level headed mind, she was far too interested in the meeting and the people it had brought. Appearances were highly deceiving, so she didn’t underestimate any of them. To get to a certain respectable power in Hueco Mundo and survive meant having to do things that were far from respectable. And Buu was very well acquainted with almost every one of them, after all, she was the Boogeyman.
”At least people showed up,” said the Arrancar as she eyed those near her. ”I’m Buu. I have a feeling we’ll get along just right.”
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Subject Post 9Subject: Re: The Reclamation War: Prelude Mon Jul 02, 2018 11:48 am
MISCHA JUDAVIALDI| THE VIRTUOSO
"Through our blood shall Hueco Mundo be reborn, more powerful than ever. Salvation awaits you."
It was a call of temptation, enticing the suppressed as if some charismatic leader of a rebellion was calling out... and to some degree, it was enticing. Not in the sense of hearing a voice expressing Mischa's own thoughts, as the arrancar didn't feel that way over the current state of Hueco Mundo or his own being. Maybe as a race, they were under-represented, but that never came as a concern to him. The political state of his homeland was never in his interests; as far as Mischa was concerned, the fundamental jungle-like laws of these sands took precedence over everything, and to this day those were the only laws he lived by.
Then again, one of these laws all constituted the pursuit of strength inherently: survival of the fittest. And the words announced across the realm held a strength and vigor to them that made it so powerfully obvious, this was one of the fittest calling on their people.
In spite of that, the rallying call didn't touch any heartstrings, or even the natural compelling instinct to follow the biggest baddest leader. To a large extent, Mischa had succeeded in separating himself from any sort of overwhelming, action-defining instinct, and unless he took any steps to revert himself into his hollow self, such as Stradivari Elevarse, these primal instincts wouldn't sway him.What would sway him was an insatiable curiosity, and the tugging desire to stand at the top. It just so happened that being near the strong tended to make a person stronger, just by virtue of common circumstance.
Ultimately, what did Mischa have to lose here? Considering his self-confidence in handling any challenge before him, there wasn't any; without any lingering hesitation after considering the facts, the Judavialdi stepped through the garganta provided nearby, the scenery changing dramatically to a world more constituted by metal than sand. To that extent, Mischa was reminded of the World of the Living.
But something much more interesting and reminiscent of Earth was the sheer level of activity. It seemed that Mischa arrived to the party as one of the stragglers, in front of him a large crowd. For once, the Virtuoso could understand what it felt like to be off the stage, gazing at the performers presenting their piece, though the bulk of their "performance" had yet to begin.
In the meantime, some groups in these crowds started some introductions of their own volition, an impressive feat from his perspective. The voice which announced the rallying cry that gathered this event just barely started, and without any further words acts of camaraderie started. That said, Mischa wasn't so keen on it, so anyone attempting the same on him wouldn't receive much of a response. It was neither in his interest to start any trouble, however, and that in mind he wouldn't actively push anyone away from him.
Otherwise, Mischa would direct his attention to assessing the personnel gathered. For the most part? No-one of interest, no-one that stands out--save for four individuals. Two of them seemed closer to his level of power, though Mischa had confidence in standing at the top, by any means necessary. The two energies he was considerably more concerned with where likely the key figures in this event, as they were felt on the other side of the crowd, and chances are from the absolutely overwhelming gap in power they exuded from himself and them, at least one of them was without a doubt the "rallying voice" heard prior.