That Sinking Feeling [Arturo, Catherine]

Sat Oct 05, 2024 8:52 am

One ship was bad luck. Two was tragic. But after the third, whispers of something alittle more nefarious were starting to spread. Ships would go missing all the time way back when, but in the modern age with GPS, radio, and a whole fleet of measuring devices, a ship could sail from one end of the globe to the other with enough equipment and a capable crew. So why then were ships disappearing at such an increasing rate off of the east Asian coast, a well traveled and mapped out region where the worst of a sailors problems would be weather or hastened delivery dates. In the old days, legends might arise, great beasts that lurk in them waters, fanged monstrosities, tentacled titans, or spectral horrors. Nowadays, those things were practically commonplace around the modern World of the Living.

In reality, the cause was far simpler and more sinister. The boredom of a madman.

Surfacing from the briney deep, the scarred bald head of a spindley man glistened in the radiant sun of the open seas. "Ah, cursed waters. If I could drain the lot of you, I would." He grumbled to himself, pulling out a waterlogged stretch of parchment, laying limply in his hands as it drips sea water from its edges. With a swift marking, he put another X across a square of what was revealed to be a map. A map of the east asian pacific ocean, sectioned off in a grid, already nearly half marked off with hashmarks or scribbles.

Arturo Galavantes, an Arrancar, had been getting a bit stir crazy in Hueco Mundo, and decided he needed something to get himself back right. He needed a crew. But what was a crew without a ship. And he knew just the one. Unlucky for him, that ship had been at the bottom of the sea for the past 400 or so years, and in all honesty he wasn't sure where the hell it even was when he had gone down with it in life. But in death, he had a bit more freetime on his hands, so if he had to comb every inch of this sea floor, he would.

And of course, why not have alittle fun scaring the locals while he was here. All work and no play made Captain Jack a dull boy.

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Sat Oct 05, 2024 10:08 am

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"Catherine Reed"

The broken up wails of her detection system knocked her skull awake from her cot, eyes flying open as she grunted. Nearly falling over from the sudden halt of her ship's automated navigation, she fought her way out of bed and onto the deck in nothing but long sleeved blue shark pajamas and her hollow claw knife. Alright, where's the asshole...

..Oh, what the hell? That was new. She thought one of the sea hollows had been lurking about, but all she saw off her boat was the sight of... A... Sea Arrancar? Well, she didn't see fins on the guy, so he probably wasn't from around here. Oh well, better get his attention before he drew his here with his own ideas...

Grabbing the skeletal looking megaphone she had on the deck, she'd speak into it loud and clear with a bit of a tired jesting tone, "Hey you! Hell you doing all the way in bumfuck nowhere, the sea? Last I checked Arrancar can't breathe in water!"

END | A Glimmer of Sunlight

Sat Oct 05, 2024 11:29 am

As Arturo plotted his next course of action, looking up at the sun for a moment then orienting his body southbound based on where it hung in the sky, checking the grid layout one last time before stuffing it into his coat, his ears were grated by a speaker calling out from the nearby vessel that had been approaching. He wasn't exactly in the mood to go hull tearing right this moment, but then he realized this call was directed toward him specifically, raising an eyebrow and peering off toward the ship. Disappearing down into the brine, his spiritual pressure bleeding into the waters around him as he melted into a blur beneath the surface, rocketing toward the ships direction, taking a peek at what it had to offer. Not a bad ship, not some giant tanker or transport ship, this was a ship made for personal use, sleek design. Impressive.

Not as impressive as this random human knowing as much as she did about him and his kind though, these guys were getting a little ahead of themselves with all of this spiritual awareness slog. Not only that, but this 'human' had an off feeling about her, something dark in that soul that tickled Arturo's senses, something a little familiar. Either way, Arturo felt inclined to investigate further. He needed a little break from his search anyway. After making his rounds under the water, his form hurled itself into the hull of the ship, but rather than slam into it, he slipped right through. His form bubbled its way up through the ship and finally the skinny ragged man rose up out of the deck like a man wading up onto shore, trudging on up until his boots stomped flat against the surface, sea water dribbling off of him with soft spattering all around him. Squinting his eyes, he looked around to see where this little ship captain might be, shading his eyes from the sun beating down from above, before calling out in return to her prior remarks over the loud speaker.

"Yeah, if I coulda breathed under water I wouldn't have turned out quite the way I am now..." He jested, even now after hundreds of years, feeling that heavy feeling in his lungs he would never forget. "What's a human like you know about Arrancar anyway...? They teaching this stuff in school now...?" His pesquisa had been firing off non-stop since his approach and by now he had a pretty good idea at where she might be hiding out at.

Sat Oct 05, 2024 12:42 pm

"Catherine Reed"

Vanished. Where'd he go... Her knife was held tight in her hand ready to dispatch the potential threat, Signal pinging out again and again as she sensed his figure beneath the boat. Shit, was he going for a sinking move? She had measures installed to make sure hull punctures were neither easy nor devastating for the ship; her creation's survived worse than some punk trying to do something stupid-

She jumped and stiffened when this perfect stranger's head suddenly popped up through the deck, climbing up and onto her vessel without little much as permission or telegraph. Yeah, that touched a nerve alright, she had little care if he was peaceful in the immediate. A movement the eye couldn't trace, she'd have grabbed him by the collar, pulled him down to the deck's flooring with a shocking display of strength, a knife hovering uncomfortably close to his neck. The ginger's expression was piercing.

"Did I invite you on? No, no I didn't," Words spoken in a rising growl, her face uncomfortably close to his, "If you have any sense of manners or boundaries, you would have asked first. And especially would not have come up through the fucking hull."

Looking to the edge of the ship, she'd scoff, "We're going to try this again. I'm throwing you over, you ask before coming up, and then you can be on my deck. Understood? Okay, swim for a spell."

With little further confirmation, she'd hoist the Arrancar well over her shoulder, throwing him an astonishing distance to land just a few feet away from the boat with the ease of throwing a bag of trash. Wiping her hands against her in a clapping motion, she'd approach the edge and look down,

"Well?"

END | A Glimmer of Sunlight

Sat Oct 05, 2024 8:57 pm

As quickly as he had boarded, Arturo's small frame had been tossed aside like wreckage debris, hurled back into the briney deep below. Finding himself sinking down beneath the surface as his limp body splashed, he just stared blankly, feeling as if he might have an aneurysm. A blood vessel burst in his brain, or something. He had been kind enough to speak on equal terms, captain to captain, but it seemed she was skipping the pleasantries today. With an eye twitch, his hand was on the hilt of his blade before he could even process the thought to draw it. If that's how you want to play it, let's play, lassie.

Flinging aside his overcoat and yanking his boney Zanpakuto from his hip, he rocketed himself deeper into the water below. As his form melted away into the darkness, his signature fading away more by the second, one might for a fleeting moment think that perhaps he had fled, scampered away back with his tail between his legs.

That would only be the case until the sea around Catherine and her ship began to lurch. Subtle at first, just another rippling wave, commonplace on the open ocean. But before long, the ocean would soon reveal it was collapsing in on itself, a dip in the water centered around the ship churning and swirling. A vortex had began forming, a powerful undertow dragging seawater down at an alarmingly increasing rate.

"There's a hole..." His voice hummed as he swam his way back up from below, climbing higher and higher toward the surface, cresting now as he circled the ship, riding the current as it swirled round and round. "There's a hole..." He hummed, a bright blue volley of bala erupting out from beneath the waves at her, before sinking back under once again. "There's a hole in the bottom of the sea...."

Somewhere in Hueco Mundo, a torrent of water was falling from the sky, it seemed that some fool had opened a Garganta in the middle of the ocean.

Sat Oct 05, 2024 11:16 pm

"Catherine Reed"

Heavens above, she's contracted a case of idiocy here. Didn't take much thought to realize keeping the boat in one place was a pretty bad idea with the moron rocking the vessel, immediately kneeling down as for the incoming Bala to squarely miss her or plunk harmlessly against the external of the ship, pressing her hand on the craft as she focused her control into the ship,

"Reengage, Full Throttle," She'd murmur, the boat's engine roaring to life as if possessed by a will beyond it's own by the act of her fullbring that she had gotten so accustomed to, white churning water boiling from the hind of the ship. The engine had engaged with such power that it both blasted the ship out of range of the circling attempt to funnel it through, and gave the Arrancar in her wake a decent party to give chase - she couldn't run it at this speed forever unless she wanted to be forced to stop for a refuel, which wasn't ideal given the situation.

Had an opportunity to smarten up, but clearly the guy's decided to be a moron...

END | A Glimmer of Sunlight

Thu Oct 10, 2024 7:25 pm

To Arturo's dismay, this lass was turning out to be more than just shark bait. He hadn't sensed anyone else aboard her vessel, yet she was manning it like a full crew all by her lonesome. Even in the wake of a whirlpool that could soon swallow a house, her and her dinghy took flight across the waves, hightailing it out of there at full speed. Beneath the waters, he grimaced, wanting now more than ever to see her expression as he dragged her down to the depths in a cloud of her own ship wreckage. He'd need to catch her first, then he could think about how to crack that impressive hull of hers. Or skull, whichever came first.

Seeing this ship heading off toward the horizon, Arturo's form bled once again into the waters around him, and he rocketed off in chase, serpentine movements like an apex marine hunter sending him forward like a torpedo locked onto its mark. At this rate, it wouldn't take long before he caught up to her, and then maybe he'd think about giving her another try at friendly conversation.

Fri Oct 11, 2024 9:48 pm

"Catherine Reed"

With an attack like that, the guy must have put a huge dent in his reserves... Either he was stronger than she judged, or stupider than she expected to actually give chase. Fine, he wanted to be an idiot? She'd make it hurt; she's dealt with the foolhardy types of his kind before, he was just another annoying minnow amongst a stream of them.

Though it would appear the Fullbringer was still manning the ship, the autopilot had long been activated - she was free to do what she wished in the wake of the speeding boat, turning the throttle down to a more steady speed that wouldn't destroy the fuel supply; she had loaded just enough to get her over to Europe after all.

Amidst the blue sea, the torpedoing Arrancar would suddenly be met with a big surprise - the red-haired lass suddenly appeared in front of his speeding form beneath the waves, armed with that bony spear and shield that he would clearly recognize being carved from the remains of Hollows, clad only in pajamas and barefoot, pushing at him with greater speed as her arm thrusted toward him, her incredible strength and manipulation of souls enabling the maneuver of both taking the force he was moving at with little issue, and perhaps even forcing himself to the surface of the water. Either way, she would shortly come up herself, standing atop the waves.

"If you're going to fight me, leave my boat out of it, drittsekk. Have some honor you miserable thing."

Oh, she was definitely cranky - even if she could easily extract the water, the sensation of wet pajamas was not fun on someone who was just jolted awake.

END | A Glimmer of Sunlight

Fri Oct 18, 2024 8:57 pm

Being propelled up and out of the water, Arturo skipped like a stone across the surface of the ocean a few times before belly flopping, sinking back beneath the waves slowly. After a moment, he waded his way back up, brow furrowed in a look of disdain, spitting out a mouthful of sea water. "You were asking for a fight from the start, pendeja!" He grumbled at her, jabbing his blade at the air toward her. "No respect for a fellow sea-farer, you don't deserve a god damn, much less a ship as nice as that. Don't go yapping at me about honor... what the hell do you know about honor? Look at you, brandishing the remains of them poor hungry bastards like trophies..." With a huff, the waterlogged Arrancar hopped up out of the water, standing on its surface and crossing his arms, tapping his blade on his shoulder. Then with a wave of dismissal, he spat a salty loogy into the drink beneath them and grumbled out, "Ah just go on, lass. Take your god damn boat and get out of here, I got better shit to do than play marco polo with the likes of you all day."

Sun Oct 20, 2024 9:32 am

"Catherine Reed"

"You boarded my ship, through my hull, without my permission first. Then you tried to sink it, drittsekk!"

She also jabbed her weapon his way, shouting back with vicious annoyance, only seeming to grow more furious with him going on to insist she didn't even 'deserve' that ship? "Well guess what, that ship was a half-sinking husk before I got my goddamn hands on it. You're saying I don't deserve the ship I rebuilt myself? That I should be ashamed of using weapons that put me on your level? You think you can just run by the market and this equipment's next to the dairy aisle or something? You're nuts!"

Her face was infuriatingly red, brows knit in a tight joint on her face - it was quite the ugly face for a lady to be making, but she wasn't interested in being no lady right now.

"If anyone's being disrespectful it's you! Hope you drown, you snot-faced, do-nothing retard! Bet you're off to go pick barnacles outta your ass or something, damn monkey. Feh."

She'd spit in his direction herself, kicking water and proceeding to make her way back to the ship; she was not tolerating such shit today. Wouldn't be shocked if the old man was calling in to bark at her...

END | A Glimmer of Sunlight

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