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Re: That Sinking Feeling [Arturo, Catherine]
Sun Oct 20, 2024 10:28 am
"If I wanted to sink it, it'd be sunk, don't get ahead of yourself, pendeja." Clenching his jaw and furrowing his eyebrows, Arturo mulled it over for a second, running the tip of his blade against the scalp of his head as he scratched it.
"You rebuilt that rig yourself...?" He grumbled out, his curiosity briefly overriding his frustration, the waves lapping up against his boots as he stood on the sea surface. "The cannons and all of that...? Young lass like you...?" He huffed in a response bordering on disbelief and impressed, not entirely sure himself yet. Shoving his blade back into the belt on his hip, he crossed his arms and peered over at her and her ship. She had some spunk, that was for sure. No wonder she was out here alone on the open ocean, one look at that ugly mug she was making would send anything within a quarter mile with a half a brain splashing off back to the depths. Luckily, Arturo left his half of a brain at home.
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Re: That Sinking Feeling [Arturo, Catherine]
Mon Oct 28, 2024 1:21 pm
"Catherine Reed"
The red haired lass looked back his way when he sounded less dunderheaded and frustrating - more curious. Alright, if he wanted to behave, she'd entertain it, "I've fought even sea monsters on that thing, worst it's ever taken is a little beating even through the roughest encounters. Not even a kraken of a Hollow could drag it down."
She's encountered and fended off plenty of hollows in the sea - the last place a Shinigami would look for extermination targets. Enabled any of them living underwater to get awful big and old.. Some knew better than to bother her, others were more on the rabid and wanting to sink her boat to eat her sentiment. No matter the terror, her boat was a reliable factor through it all; not at all the sorry mess it was when she first got it as payment for hollow slaying during the war.
"Look, if you want to come for a nonviolent chat, I don't mind. Just board properly this time." Her gaze looked down at the ocean beneath her feet as she'd kick away another wave, "Sorry for throwing you, I guess."
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Re: That Sinking Feeling [Arturo, Catherine]
Fri Nov 01, 2024 3:20 pm
"You fended off one of them tentacled bastards.... by yer lonesome?" He asked incredulously, slack jawed and scratching his weathered dome like an ape. He knew horrors of the deep far too well, if it wasn't for them bastards him and his crew might have lived much different lives. They may have lived, period!
Shrugging, Arturo mockingly saluted the woman, knocking the heels of his sodden boots together with a wet thunk, and called out to her, "Aye aye, Captain...er..." Then his shoulders drooped and his brow furrowed, realizing he never actually learned her name, they had just gone straight to brawling without formal greetings. "I didn't quite catch yer name in all that bickering, niña."
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Re: That Sinking Feeling [Arturo, Catherine]
Mon Nov 04, 2024 6:37 pm
"Catherine Reed"
Now things were looking more favorable - moreso in the complete loss of interest in sinking her boat and the gain of interest in her. Good, good; today wouldn't be a pain in the ass then. And she gets another subject to actually question and research... Actually she was pretty curious in his fluidity under water and that little whirlpool trick, not many times she came across a water-related Arrancar, and he seemed to have some stories to tell. Even if he came across as having a head of lead...
"Call me Catherine."
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