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.]
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[ He trails off, absently handing another and a rather thick tome to Trance. ] ... And this one. [ The last book Kisuke tucks under his arm before stepping off his makeshift ladder. ]
I don't suppose that you've noticed a plethora of these around? [ He holds up the book in his hand - The Neverending Story. ]
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Well... I am, usually, but this is, um...
[And he doesn't seem to be listening, anyway, so she gives up in favor of looking around them for any little foxes she might get to see while otherwise occupied.
When he actually seems to be addressing her again, she drags her attention back in time to catch most of the sentence. Not that it helps much. It's not a book she recognizes and she hasn't really been looking that much, herself, beyond specific topics. She shakes her head.]
No? At least I don't think so. Are there a plethora?
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[ Hopping down from the makeshift platform, Urahara winds his way back to the table. Depositing his finds, Urahara opens up the book in question; its pages flutter in the light breeze coasting through the room. ]
But the real question is, does that - [ He points to the gibberish on the page. ] - make any sense to you?
[ It's a long shot that the book was a.) just in another language and b.) that she'd be able to read it. Still, couldn't hurt to try. ]
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She takes the book when he shows it to her, turning the pages this way and that for a moment before shaking her head and offering it back.] Not really. Sorry. Is it supposed to?
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So, apparently, there was some battle not too long ago. Did you get caught up in that too? [ Not the brains; that was different. Different and bizarre. ]
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With the mean people in the weird masks and the floaty, angry things? A little. Mostly I just ran away a lot. [She states it matter-of-factly because if anyone was going to judge her for running it, it should definitely not be the person she met while both of them were running away.] That was before we all ended up here, wherever here is. This specific wherever here is, I mean, not the falling forever wherever here is that's kind of the overall wherever.