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OOC || HMD
Crimson
(浦原喜助 • Urahara Kisuke)
Scientist || Shinigami || Amnesiac
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018 || Of Learning, Sharing and Transparency
Oh my~
[The handwriting appears slower and more clumsily than usual for those who are familiar with Crimson's. It might have something to do with the fact seeing his journal through his hand is a bit disconcerting. Or maybe he's drunk.]
I think I shall be spending the next couple of days in this Wilderness~♥ Bastet-san, care to join me~?
[Oddly ( Read more... ) -
017 || Of Robotic Dragons, Fire Extinguishers and Weddings
Genius-san~
WILL YOU MARRY ME NOW~♥?
[Don't worry, Castle, there's an extinguisher attached to the tiny flamethrower part of the robotic dragon! Besides, with the current event, the flames have decided to just be... unenthusiastic sparks.]
Assuming that Castle-san, Gai-san and Fred-san have not withdrawn their support, that is... -
016 || Of Ellipses, Mechanical Ponies and Presents
CASTLE-SAN~!!!!!
Have you checked your living room yet~?
[Because there's a pony in there now. A mechanical one! Just as promised~!]
Bastet-san, it's gone now, but if you're unsure, let's meet at your shop.
[He wants to train some more. And see how the elbow and knee pads can be put to use.] -
015 || Of Dirt, Dust and Ink
[There's a couple of dirt smudges that accompany the messy scrawl that finally appears across the journals after a long bout of ink silence.]
Ah, my apologies for forgetting about my journal for such a long time! It seems to have gotten buried and then lost underneath all the things I've accumulated over the past month or so...
[Someone's been ( Read more... ) -
014 || Of Regained Memories, Lost Hats and Pac Man
...Has anyone seen my hat? I seem to have... misplaced it. Or it seems to have acted on an unexpressed desire to turn into a yellow blob with two eyes and a large mouth. -
000 || I Remember a World Dug from Dirt (Sight/Smell)
Crimson had been burrowing around in the Scavenger's Yard. Again. Nothing unusual for the man, even when a ducky inner tube fell on his head. No, what made this particular day so unusual was the glowing crystal that was tied to the ducky’s neck with a green bow. He recognized it as a memory crystal from all the ones that Bastet had given him to ( Read more... ) -
013 || Of memories, friends and boobs
Ehm... Does anyone happen to know a messy black-haired, one-armed, tattooed woman with... well, generous assets?
{OOC: Crimson has been body-swapped with Shiba Kuukaku, who he recognizes as familiar but can't exactly place and doesn't know why she is familiar. Replies will be made with crimsonlighting.} -
012 || Of being short, small and a kid again
[The handwriting appearing across the page is in marker. And scraggly. And oh so messy to the point of near unreadability. And it might seem a bit jittery.]
This whole being small thing is quite... interesting. Gives one a new perspective on things~!
[Like wading around in too big clothing and not being able to reach stuff and--]Though it would ( Read more... ) -
011 || Of Radios, Memories and Souls
The silence of the tree, or lack of thereof, is suddenly broken by a crash of various containers being thrown onto the floor and the voice of an angry young girl screeching out from the radios.
"Shut the hell up! Here I am helpin' ya outta kindness and all ya can do is complain?! Ya damn dickhead!"
"What are you so upset about?" The second voice ( Read more... )
