There are many reasons to feel a little... uncomfortable after this latest transition.
The lack of a facecloth is a very immediate one. Yoshitsugu is standing outside under a small cluster of trees, clad in the gear of a civilian of the current time period. It's a mishmash of clothing topped with what he was told is a 'phrygian cap,' which he's pulled down enough to ensure his eyebrows are covered, but he can't hide any part of his face if he's to avoid looking suspicious. Now, usually he doesn't mind being perceived as a suspicious sort, but here... well, it's not an option.
Water drips onto Yoshitsugu's face. Tree cover is far from perfect, after all. He blinks and stares up, touching a finger to his exposed chin as he does so, and hums thoughtfully. A completely unfamiliar land, a time period ahead of his own and a climate so different to the one he just left?
"I'm definitely going to get sick," he says, technically into the air but from an outside perspective to the person who passes by. Water drips down his forehead as he drops his head to smile a little at them. "Let's hope it's not a fatal illness."
b. PURELY MEDICAL
One skill Yoshitsugu had learned when he was younger was that of giving a good massage. Whenever Takatora had been healing up it had helped the healing process to give him ones in the right area; other squad-mates had benefited too.
Years have passed since then, and perhaps the skill is a little rusty, but so far nobody in the medical area has complained. Most of the poorer people here who need help are suffering from the aches of overwork and a good massage can help sore muscles considerably. Some had been suspicious of him when he'd made the suggestion but every trial he's given someone has worked out well.
...okay, some have yelped when Yoshitsugu pressed too hard, but it had all been for good reason.
"I told you I wasn't going to rip them out," he says, sending his latest satisfied patient away before turning his sharp gaze to the nearest soldier or civilian. "You? Muscle aches or do I need to send you elsewhere in the tent?"
c. WILDCARD
[Anything else you want him involved in? I'm up for most things, just drop a prompt here or PM me if you're unsure. ♥]
Yoshitsugu Ōtani | OTA
There are many reasons to feel a little... uncomfortable after this latest transition.
The lack of a facecloth is a very immediate one. Yoshitsugu is standing outside under a small cluster of trees, clad in the gear of a civilian of the current time period. It's a mishmash of clothing topped with what he was told is a 'phrygian cap,' which he's pulled down enough to ensure his eyebrows are covered, but he can't hide any part of his face if he's to avoid looking suspicious. Now, usually he doesn't mind being perceived as a suspicious sort, but here... well, it's not an option.
Water drips onto Yoshitsugu's face. Tree cover is far from perfect, after all. He blinks and stares up, touching a finger to his exposed chin as he does so, and hums thoughtfully. A completely unfamiliar land, a time period ahead of his own and a climate so different to the one he just left?
"I'm definitely going to get sick," he says, technically into the air but from an outside perspective to the person who passes by. Water drips down his forehead as he drops his head to smile a little at them. "Let's hope it's not a fatal illness."
b. PURELY MEDICAL
One skill Yoshitsugu had learned when he was younger was that of giving a good massage. Whenever Takatora had been healing up it had helped the healing process to give him ones in the right area; other squad-mates had benefited too.
Years have passed since then, and perhaps the skill is a little rusty, but so far nobody in the medical area has complained. Most of the poorer people here who need help are suffering from the aches of overwork and a good massage can help sore muscles considerably. Some had been suspicious of him when he'd made the suggestion but every trial he's given someone has worked out well.
...okay, some have yelped when Yoshitsugu pressed too hard, but it had all been for good reason.
"I told you I wasn't going to rip them out," he says, sending his latest satisfied patient away before turning his sharp gaze to the nearest soldier or civilian. "You? Muscle aches or do I need to send you elsewhere in the tent?"
c. WILDCARD
[Anything else you want him involved in? I'm up for most things, just drop a prompt here or PM me if you're unsure. ♥]