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Clickity-clack, and the mouse ran back. [Solo/Complete]
Character(s): Urahara Kisuke
Content: In which Kisuke wanders and hopes to get a job.
Setting: Muspelheim-ish area.
Time: Thursday morning
Warnings: Nada.
Urahara always had made sure he got up early enough to tend to the store. Being the responsible manager he was, he didn't want to keep his customers waiting, and usually ended up rolling (rather disheveledly) out of the comfort of his bed at approximately 8 am. The times varied, from time to time, but never past 8:30 am. That would just cause him to lose business, and really, Urahara had a fondness for money.
And so, he was beginning to think that someone was pulling a rather cruel trick on him. The sun was just barely peeking out from the horizon, and the sky was still somewhat dark as it reached for the heavens. It signified a new day, this sunrise.
It also signified the fact that he had gotten up before 8:00 am. This, this would just not do. That silly beam of what he had termed as "Star Trek" light had indeed zapped him somewhere else entirely not of his liking. Urahara didn't like waking up before he had to, and he was now a rather cranky shopkeeper. But as much as he wanted to stay cranky and mope all day, he really couldn't. Especially since this was definitely not home. Sharp grey eyes glanced up now, taking in the sight of the road, and the buildings, studying how they seemed to fade as they drew further and further away. A small, thin, black box-like object lay on his lap, a bony hand resting on top of it. The blonde shopkeeper had been given it late last night, he remembered, by the man at the foot of the gate he had entered through. Actually, it had been more shoved at him, rather than given nicely.
A sigh escaped him as he watched the sun rise like a shining yellow globe, attached firmly to the thread of the sky. Clouds were creeping in on the newly risen sun, darkening the dawn. Looked like a storm was on it's way. Wooden sandals clacked against the ground as he stood, brushing his clothing off. Time for a little bit of walking, to shake off the weariness in his bones.
So he walked. And by God was it cold.
And in that time of walking, he passed by many unfamiliar faces, all with blue eyes, and with heads adorned in sunlit blonde hair. The man decided he could probably fit in quite well, if all was just based on physical structure alone. But the fact remained that he didn't fit in. Especially not in his present attire. He had a feeling that new clothing would be in order (he was shivery all over), but that was not the hard part. The hard part was getting a job to pay for said clothes. The ex-captain had no idea if they even spoke the same language he did, let alone where he could get a job. Oh well, he figured he should give it a whirl.
"Excuse me." The blonde called out to a man wearing what looked like a waiter's smock. The "waiter" turned around and cocked his head, questioning.
"New around here?" Was the reply. Good, he could communicate with at least one person in this place.
"You could say that. I was just wondering, would you know of a place needing any hired help?"
"Uhm-- I've heard that 'The Wild Ginger' needs some people. And if you don't like nightlife, that hotel, 'Morem o Lisboa', is always needing some sort of help." The man replied in kind. Urahara raised a brow at the names.
"I think I'll take my chances on the hotel. Could you possibly point me in the direction?" Goodness, he sounded so lost. Inside, the ex-captain winced. It had been a long time since he'd been so clueless.
"I'll just take you there, it's on my way to work anyhow. Come on, follow me." He turned, walking east-ish. The blonde complied, taking in the now fully-illuminated sights. It was quite beautiful, the city. Sort of reminded him of the Soul Society, with the architecture. Small conversation filled the gap of silence between he and his temporary companion, with only the sound of the rhythmic click-clack of his sandals in the background. The pair stopped after about an hour later, right in front of the hotel. His companion waved him goodbye, and wished him luck as he went his own way. Urahara nodded, thanking him, before turning towards the hotel front. Time to use his absolute charm to go get himself a job.
God, that sounded so odd after all these years.
Content: In which Kisuke wanders and hopes to get a job.
Setting: Muspelheim-ish area.
Time: Thursday morning
Warnings: Nada.
Urahara always had made sure he got up early enough to tend to the store. Being the responsible manager he was, he didn't want to keep his customers waiting, and usually ended up rolling (rather disheveledly) out of the comfort of his bed at approximately 8 am. The times varied, from time to time, but never past 8:30 am. That would just cause him to lose business, and really, Urahara had a fondness for money.
And so, he was beginning to think that someone was pulling a rather cruel trick on him. The sun was just barely peeking out from the horizon, and the sky was still somewhat dark as it reached for the heavens. It signified a new day, this sunrise.
It also signified the fact that he had gotten up before 8:00 am. This, this would just not do. That silly beam of what he had termed as "Star Trek" light had indeed zapped him somewhere else entirely not of his liking. Urahara didn't like waking up before he had to, and he was now a rather cranky shopkeeper. But as much as he wanted to stay cranky and mope all day, he really couldn't. Especially since this was definitely not home. Sharp grey eyes glanced up now, taking in the sight of the road, and the buildings, studying how they seemed to fade as they drew further and further away. A small, thin, black box-like object lay on his lap, a bony hand resting on top of it. The blonde shopkeeper had been given it late last night, he remembered, by the man at the foot of the gate he had entered through. Actually, it had been more shoved at him, rather than given nicely.
A sigh escaped him as he watched the sun rise like a shining yellow globe, attached firmly to the thread of the sky. Clouds were creeping in on the newly risen sun, darkening the dawn. Looked like a storm was on it's way. Wooden sandals clacked against the ground as he stood, brushing his clothing off. Time for a little bit of walking, to shake off the weariness in his bones.
So he walked. And by God was it cold.
And in that time of walking, he passed by many unfamiliar faces, all with blue eyes, and with heads adorned in sunlit blonde hair. The man decided he could probably fit in quite well, if all was just based on physical structure alone. But the fact remained that he didn't fit in. Especially not in his present attire. He had a feeling that new clothing would be in order (he was shivery all over), but that was not the hard part. The hard part was getting a job to pay for said clothes. The ex-captain had no idea if they even spoke the same language he did, let alone where he could get a job. Oh well, he figured he should give it a whirl.
"Excuse me." The blonde called out to a man wearing what looked like a waiter's smock. The "waiter" turned around and cocked his head, questioning.
"New around here?" Was the reply. Good, he could communicate with at least one person in this place.
"You could say that. I was just wondering, would you know of a place needing any hired help?"
"Uhm-- I've heard that 'The Wild Ginger' needs some people. And if you don't like nightlife, that hotel, 'Morem o Lisboa', is always needing some sort of help." The man replied in kind. Urahara raised a brow at the names.
"I think I'll take my chances on the hotel. Could you possibly point me in the direction?" Goodness, he sounded so lost. Inside, the ex-captain winced. It had been a long time since he'd been so clueless.
"I'll just take you there, it's on my way to work anyhow. Come on, follow me." He turned, walking east-ish. The blonde complied, taking in the now fully-illuminated sights. It was quite beautiful, the city. Sort of reminded him of the Soul Society, with the architecture. Small conversation filled the gap of silence between he and his temporary companion, with only the sound of the rhythmic click-clack of his sandals in the background. The pair stopped after about an hour later, right in front of the hotel. His companion waved him goodbye, and wished him luck as he went his own way. Urahara nodded, thanking him, before turning towards the hotel front. Time to use his absolute charm to go get himself a job.
God, that sounded so odd after all these years.