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The Urahara shop is closed for business until further notice. Deliveries will also be unavailable until the shop is open for business again.
That being said, I don't suppose there's a man alive in this city that could deliver some lattes in this mess? The fancy kind with the whipped creme and the caramel and four damned shots of espresso. I'm willing to pay for the efforts. ♥
[Private to Kuchiki Byakuya, Unohana Retsu, Kurotsuchi Nemu]
Substitute shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo-san was infected at an unknown date with what the woman doctor Martha Jones-san has identified as a virus at this time un-classified. She is currently working on a cure.
It is virulent, visibly modified, and obviously capable of infecting those normally immune to human disease, ie: souls. The fact that it is modified in such a way is notable, but you didn't hear it from me.
[Private]
'Fuck off,' is it, Kurosaki-san? The more clearly I learn you, the more you remind me of that man Isshin. To see you doting the way you did about your dear sister, and how sick she was. The poor girlchild. The poor thing.
You're why I need to get us out of this suspicious place. How long will it take to solve this time? Another hundred years?
[ooc note of tl;dr: started out helping as a way to ingratiate himself to the city to help with his case for a job in the prison and to Martha Jones to try to learn more about Ichigo's employer. When Ichigo (the favorite guinea pig/stalkee and his responsibility and obligation >.>) got sick himself, Urahara's mood changed, and he's now seekritly deeply involved himself and has been awake all night keeping up the best temporal kidou he can over Martha's clinic to slow the effects of the poisons/viruses/etc.]
That being said, I don't suppose there's a man alive in this city that could deliver some lattes in this mess? The fancy kind with the whipped creme and the caramel and four damned shots of espresso. I'm willing to pay for the efforts. ♥
[Private to Kuchiki Byakuya, Unohana Retsu, Kurotsuchi Nemu]
Substitute shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo-san was infected at an unknown date with what the woman doctor Martha Jones-san has identified as a virus at this time un-classified. She is currently working on a cure.
It is virulent, visibly modified, and obviously capable of infecting those normally immune to human disease, ie: souls. The fact that it is modified in such a way is notable, but you didn't hear it from me.
[Private]
'Fuck off,' is it, Kurosaki-san? The more clearly I learn you, the more you remind me of that man Isshin. To see you doting the way you did about your dear sister, and how sick she was. The poor girlchild. The poor thing.
You're why I need to get us out of this suspicious place. How long will it take to solve this time? Another hundred years?
[ooc note of tl;dr: started out helping as a way to ingratiate himself to the city to help with his case for a job in the prison and to Martha Jones to try to learn more about Ichigo's employer. When Ichigo (the favorite guinea pig/stalkee and his responsibility and obligation >.>) got sick himself, Urahara's mood changed, and he's now seekritly deeply involved himself and has been awake all night keeping up the best temporal kidou he can over Martha's clinic to slow the effects of the poisons/viruses/etc.]