[ In between rummaging through the library and exploring this magic thing (the concept of magic is one Urahara finds fundamentally abhorrent because it suggests a practice with few or little definable rules), Urahara took to the streets, fan in hand and sword at his side.
A shame that he can't hide Benihime in a cane as is his wont to do. Ah, well.
Somewhere amid the thoughts of how to science magic and what his chances are of creating a conduit to back home to send a message so no one start panicking, he hear a joyous cry that catches his attention.
Strolling over in the direction of the sound - pausing here and there to inspect the plant growth - Kisuke makes his way to the skate park and the young man flipping and dipping back and forth on a board. Plopping himself down on the edge of the fountain with one foot tucked beneath him, Urahara waves the fan in greeting. ]
Catching some down time? [ A new face. Another person likely displaced. Perhaps this one had been here longer and had more stories to tell. ]
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A shame that he can't hide Benihime in a cane as is his wont to do. Ah, well.
Somewhere amid the thoughts of how to science magic and what his chances are of creating a conduit to back home to send a message so no one start panicking, he hear a joyous cry that catches his attention.
Strolling over in the direction of the sound - pausing here and there to inspect the plant growth - Kisuke makes his way to the skate park and the young man flipping and dipping back and forth on a board. Plopping himself down on the edge of the fountain with one foot tucked beneath him, Urahara waves the fan in greeting. ]
Catching some down time? [ A new face. Another person likely displaced. Perhaps this one had been here longer and had more stories to tell. ]