Urahara Kisuke [浦原 喜助] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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wilderlogs2018-05-15 07:25 pm
makinuscream) wrote in wilderlogs2018-05-15 07:25 pm
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[Open] Philly camp
Who: Kisuke Urahara & You!
What: Various prompts at the camp
Where: L-Space, Outside
When: If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes:None, will update if needed.
[ L-Space ]
[ Some has made a tiny workspace. It's nothing special, just a table made out of debris and a small candle. There are notes scattered about, feverishly written out with equations complete with strange notations (unless one is familiar with spiritual energy differentials and the like). Off to the side sits a half-eaten Philly Cheesesteak and one that's untouched. (Someone's practicing.)
A clatter comes from one of the shelves followed by a call:] Hey! You gotta a second? I need a hand.
[ Amid the books and worn down furniture, stands a man in a white and green striped bucket hat who is currently elbow deep in a row of books. The hat obscures his eyes but not the half-smile on his face. ]
Could you hold this? [ One hand holds out a book, waggling it in the air. ]
[ Outside: Practice makes perfect ]
It's been awhile since I've used one of these. [ Urahara regards the glowy bow in his hand with an amused grin. ] At least it looks familiar.
[ The luminescence isn't that of spiritual energy, but it is close enough to tug at the disconnected feeling Urahara has and has had since he arrived. The inability to sense those around him gnaws at the back of his mind. Here, he does not have the power that he's used to tapping at will.
It's a problem, but not a Problem. Or so he tells himself. There's much he has to learn, but that's never been an issue for him. Drawing up the bow, Urahara aims at what used to be a street sign and lets the missle fly towards the target. He's off by a half inch. Not bad. Not great, but not bad. ]
I don't suppose you'd care to hold up a target for me? [ He says with a glance at the person walking by. Is he serious? Probably not. Maybe.]
What: Various prompts at the camp
Where: L-Space, Outside
When: If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes:None, will update if needed.
[ L-Space ]
[ Some has made a tiny workspace. It's nothing special, just a table made out of debris and a small candle. There are notes scattered about, feverishly written out with equations complete with strange notations (unless one is familiar with spiritual energy differentials and the like). Off to the side sits a half-eaten Philly Cheesesteak and one that's untouched. (Someone's practicing.)
A clatter comes from one of the shelves followed by a call:] Hey! You gotta a second? I need a hand.
[ Amid the books and worn down furniture, stands a man in a white and green striped bucket hat who is currently elbow deep in a row of books. The hat obscures his eyes but not the half-smile on his face. ]
Could you hold this? [ One hand holds out a book, waggling it in the air. ]
[ Outside: Practice makes perfect ]
It's been awhile since I've used one of these. [ Urahara regards the glowy bow in his hand with an amused grin. ] At least it looks familiar.
[ The luminescence isn't that of spiritual energy, but it is close enough to tug at the disconnected feeling Urahara has and has had since he arrived. The inability to sense those around him gnaws at the back of his mind. Here, he does not have the power that he's used to tapping at will.
It's a problem, but not a Problem. Or so he tells himself. There's much he has to learn, but that's never been an issue for him. Drawing up the bow, Urahara aims at what used to be a street sign and lets the missle fly towards the target. He's off by a half inch. Not bad. Not great, but not bad. ]
I don't suppose you'd care to hold up a target for me? [ He says with a glance at the person walking by. Is he serious? Probably not. Maybe.]