[Open] Philly camp

[makinuscream]

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.]

Comments

Outside

[unsealthecatbox]

[Ange looks at him, then at the street sign. Half inch, huh...]

It's rather daring of you to ask such thing after you missed your target.

[Not that she'd have said yes if he had hit it]

L-Space

[easy_as_cake]

Um...

[Trance dutifully takes the book, but not without giving it a curious and almost wary look like she isn't quite sure what to make of it. That's less at the book itself and more at the casual ordering around, to be fair, but most people don't just... do that. Not to her. Not since the mean Nietzschean lady, anyway.

She'd come back here to look for books (okay and to look at the cute little foxes, just a bit) and instead...]

Why am I holding this?

L-Space

[awfulcer]

[Books are not Dixon's friend.

Still, for want of something better to do and looking for a way to distract himself from the pain of the stab wound in his back, he's been shuffling along the halls of the library, looking for something along the lines of comic books or magazines or hell, even Harry Potter. At the end of each aisle or so he stops, feeling a deep fatigue that makes moving unappealing. Eventually he settles in to take a nap on the floor, curled up against a row of encyclopedias with his ratty, blood-stained, disgusting jacket as a makeshift pillow.

He's in that half-asleep drifting state when a clatter from a shelf nearby startles him awake. He slowly gets to his feet and turns the corner to see a workspace all set up well before he notices that there's someone talking to him and jutting a book in his direction.

He squints at the new guy. Another goddamn new guy. How many of these are they going to get in a week? How are they supposed to keep track of all them? His gaze moves towards the book, and the squint takes a near-offended look.]

Why? [He points to the candle and then to all the books.] That could start a fire.

Outside

[wherenoonegoes]

[Back from a quick patrol, Hiccup gives Kisuke a look while unhooking himself from Toothless's saddle. It is not a look that says he would be in any way agreeable to letting someone shoot arrows in his general direction.]

I'm already missing a leg. I'd really like to keep the rest of my body parts where they are. Especially my eyeballs.