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- “O… kay…” Urahara trailed, “Let’s talk. But first, I think it would be important if you look at this.” He took a pen out, “Now, it might not look like anything special, but this should be helpful.”
- “What?” I looked at it, “What is it?” A flash of light and sound and oh god my eyes were burning. I rolled on the floor screaming in agony. Was I just an idiot? I think I was just really stupid.
- My head thumped into a display and I was buried in candy as I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was in an uncomfortable futon. An incredibly large man with an epic mustache was drinking tea and watching me through overly reflective glasses.
- I heard a door slide shut, “I’ll admit.” Urahara said, “That was weird.”
- My arm slid over my aching head, covering my eyes from view as I shut them tightly. The room felt too bright for me. “Did… Did I fall for that? Did I seriously fall for that?”
- “Depends on what you fell for.”
- “You tried to erase my memories. What the hell, man? What the actual-”
- “I’ve dealt with crazies before,” another one of those helpless shrugs, “And when someone bursts into my shop complaining about a missing motorcycle, deals with the devil, becoming a flaming skeleton man… you did not strike me as being anything but insane. And besides, you have so little power that I never thought that would happen. So, again; that was weird.”
- My arm came down and I stared at the man. “You memory wipe crazy people?”
- “Well, just the ones who know too much. I mean, hey, if someone came into your store and started talking about how you were a former Captain with technology built to traverse dimensional barriers and you didn’t want people at large to know about those silly details and had a quick and easy way of wiping the obviously insane person’s memory, wouldn’t you do that?”
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