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paixaorpg2006-03-24 07:16 pm
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Lunch Break [Solo/Complete]
Character(s): Urahara Kisuke, and anyone else in the Muspelheim/Morem o Lisboa-ish area.
Content: In which Urahara gets a job, and finds a good place to eat.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Thursday, noon-ish
Warnings:Nekkidness! AKA: changing of outfits. None.
He had long forgotten what it was like to be unemployed. It had been such a dreadfully long time since he had sat, signing document after document, so that the files could be processed and he could possibly be hired. Urahara remembered the feeling though, quite well actually. Mostly out of the fact that it was so boring, and the whole process made the blonde very anxious. He wasn't one that was anxious on a day-to-day basis, so it was making him extra uncomfortable as he sat in that straight backed chair, signing his name in a somewhat legible script. At least today had been his lucky day, the woman at the desk had taken quite well to his charming humor and had retrieved the owner to set up an interview.
The interview had been the strangest one he'd been in, but the ex-captain had wisely kept his mouth shut about it. Things would definitely be different around here, considering the fact that they didn't seem to be bothered in the least that people from every world possible had walked through their city's gates. His wrist flicked in a bit of a flourish as he signed the last line. It was then that Urahara decided he didn't want to see another line in his life. The pattern was starting to float in his vision.
"Alright, the girl at the desk will be teaching you the ropes. Your uniform is there, on the chair. If you don't mind, you'll be starting after lunch." A heavy-set woman instructed him carefully, giving him an oddly sharp look. Her eyes drifted to the cane that leaned against the arm of the chair, but chose not to question. All the better for him, he wasn't sure how to explain his Benihime cane.
"I don't mind. Thank you." His reply was smooth, a rather tame smile creeping over his lips. As much as Urahara wanted to flit all over the place, he wasn't sure if they would tolerate his normal insanity. May as well hold it back until further notice. How dreadfully boring. But that was all the blonde could do.
"Good, after lunch then, it was a pleasure." The woman grinned, showing slightly gapped front teeth. She winked before turning and going back to her business. Urahara didn't even want to know what that meant. Though he sure that a small part of him had screamed and died at the mere implication. Ew. No. Not going there. He turned his mind away from the thought altogether, focusing on grabbing his uniform to change.
By Kami were his ankles COLD. Sandals were obviously not the best choice of footwear in 30 degree weather. Especially 30 degree weather in which it was storming. Almost as if on cue, a loud clap of thunder resounded, and the rain pounded a little harder against the windows. Urahara pouted dramatically at the change of pace. He really had wanted to go outside and take a look around, but no such thing was going to happen in this dreary weather. Oh well, at least he would be sort of focused on the task ahead of him.
After a few wrong turns, and some direction pointing, the blonde found his way to a bathroom to change. The uniform felt weird, definitely made of a material he didn't know. It looked like silk, but had the softness of cotton. Odd combination, to say the very least. At least it was comfortable. And above all, warm. Very warm. Before stepping out, he caught sight of his reflection. He should probably shave. After all, if he was going to start over, better do it the right way. Besides, he'd look more professional. And professional always brought in more money. Which then meant money for food, his own clothes, among other things.
Speaking of which, he was hungry. Time for a little lunch. Down to the kitchens for this new desk clerk.
Content: In which Urahara gets a job, and finds a good place to eat.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Thursday, noon-ish
Warnings:
He had long forgotten what it was like to be unemployed. It had been such a dreadfully long time since he had sat, signing document after document, so that the files could be processed and he could possibly be hired. Urahara remembered the feeling though, quite well actually. Mostly out of the fact that it was so boring, and the whole process made the blonde very anxious. He wasn't one that was anxious on a day-to-day basis, so it was making him extra uncomfortable as he sat in that straight backed chair, signing his name in a somewhat legible script. At least today had been his lucky day, the woman at the desk had taken quite well to his charming humor and had retrieved the owner to set up an interview.
The interview had been the strangest one he'd been in, but the ex-captain had wisely kept his mouth shut about it. Things would definitely be different around here, considering the fact that they didn't seem to be bothered in the least that people from every world possible had walked through their city's gates. His wrist flicked in a bit of a flourish as he signed the last line. It was then that Urahara decided he didn't want to see another line in his life. The pattern was starting to float in his vision.
"Alright, the girl at the desk will be teaching you the ropes. Your uniform is there, on the chair. If you don't mind, you'll be starting after lunch." A heavy-set woman instructed him carefully, giving him an oddly sharp look. Her eyes drifted to the cane that leaned against the arm of the chair, but chose not to question. All the better for him, he wasn't sure how to explain his Benihime cane.
"I don't mind. Thank you." His reply was smooth, a rather tame smile creeping over his lips. As much as Urahara wanted to flit all over the place, he wasn't sure if they would tolerate his normal insanity. May as well hold it back until further notice. How dreadfully boring. But that was all the blonde could do.
"Good, after lunch then, it was a pleasure." The woman grinned, showing slightly gapped front teeth. She winked before turning and going back to her business. Urahara didn't even want to know what that meant. Though he sure that a small part of him had screamed and died at the mere implication. Ew. No. Not going there. He turned his mind away from the thought altogether, focusing on grabbing his uniform to change.
By Kami were his ankles COLD. Sandals were obviously not the best choice of footwear in 30 degree weather. Especially 30 degree weather in which it was storming. Almost as if on cue, a loud clap of thunder resounded, and the rain pounded a little harder against the windows. Urahara pouted dramatically at the change of pace. He really had wanted to go outside and take a look around, but no such thing was going to happen in this dreary weather. Oh well, at least he would be sort of focused on the task ahead of him.
After a few wrong turns, and some direction pointing, the blonde found his way to a bathroom to change. The uniform felt weird, definitely made of a material he didn't know. It looked like silk, but had the softness of cotton. Odd combination, to say the very least. At least it was comfortable. And above all, warm. Very warm. Before stepping out, he caught sight of his reflection. He should probably shave. After all, if he was going to start over, better do it the right way. Besides, he'd look more professional. And professional always brought in more money. Which then meant money for food, his own clothes, among other things.
Speaking of which, he was hungry. Time for a little lunch. Down to the kitchens for this new desk clerk.
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So then, it was time to start work. He only hoped that the girl at the desk was a whole lot more charming than the lady from earlier. Frankly, she made the ex-captain very uncomfortable. She made him wish that Yoruichi was here to keep him company.
Ah, Yoruichi. He wondered if she had ended up here as well. If she was, that was troubling. Seeing as how all of the documents concerning the invention of the Hougyoku were in his shop, supposedly protected by either her or him. If she wasn't, that was still troubling, because he didn't know how well she could stand up to Aizen in the meantime. He also didn't know what could be happening while he was gone. The time here could be entirely different from the time back on Earth.
Not knowing drove him crazy.
At least though, he had something here to divert his attentions to. The prospect of training for a job would at least bar him from insanity for a little while longer. He only hoped that the gaptoothed lady wouldn't be making "coincidental" appearances while the girl at the desk taught him the ropes. Not that he hated her or anything, oh no, it was more like the fact she was all too keen on becoming friendly with him.
Suffice to say that Urahara was a little more cautious when picking his friends.