MARCH 2015

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Ōtani Yoshitsugu | Samurai Warriors (4)

[hakanai]

A; TEARING IT UP

[A leaf tunic certainly covers the body and one's modesty (if one has, in fact, got any modesty to hide), but for some it simply isn't quite good enough. Yoshitsugu has spent most of his life hiding the bottom half of his face with a suitable facecloth; why he does this is mostly a mystery to everyone but himself but regardless of the why, the situation simply must be fixed as soon as possible.]

[Right now he's found a nice, quiet corner where a glow worm is curled up, providing Yoshitsugu with the light he needs to work on the scrap of... something he has acquired. It's clearly not going to be a neat job, judging by the ragged ends already visible, but needs must.]

[The scene is actually very peaceful, and it doesn't seem like there'd be any reason to avoid Yoshitsugu right now... why not sneak a peek?]


B; FLYING SCHOOL

[It doesn't matter how elegant or clever you are; flying is a very new experience and the chances of having a few minor incidents is probably rather high.]

[Did you hear that commotion a few moments ago? Following the sounds to it source will reveal Yoshitsugu sat on the floor, his somewhat dragonfly-like wings shimmering rather prettily.]

[Yep, the strategist had a small mid-flight collision. Nothing too bad; his currently exposed arm reveals quickly darkening bruises and a lot of scratching, but Yoshitsugu does not seem to be in much pain. Instead, he is examining the injuries with something more like curiousity. Get closer and you'll hear him say:]

Interesting.

[...no more, no less. Perhaps someone should check he's actually okay and persuade him to clean those wounds up?]


[ooc: Option A will come with mock curses spoken very seriously...]

B;

[handtowels]

[Yoshitsugu is alive. Those three words have been a mantra running continuously through Takatora's mind since their reunion. It's difficult to give Yoshitsugu the space he deserves. Takatora knows that he shouldn't hover over Yoshitsugu 24/7 -- he just can't bear the thought of losing Yoshitsugu again. It's a minor miracle that he manages to force himself to back off for a little while each day.

The problem is that then things like this happen.

Takatora can see that Yoshitsugu's injuries are nothing serious, yet a tightness seizes his chest and a pang of fear stabs through his heart. He knows that his overblown reaction is irrational, but he cannot stop himself from feeling it.

He drops to his knees at Yoshitsugu's side. The slight, jerky flutter of his wings is restless.]

Yoshitsugu -- [His voice shouldn't sound thick with worry when he should be exasperated alone; his fingers aren't meant to tremble minutely as he touches Yoshitsugu's wrist.] Let me see what you've managed to do to yourself.

[At least he has a stash of hand towels in his coat.]

[hakanai]

[Usually, Yoshitsugu's reaction to Takatora acting in such a way would be either to call him hopeless or make some kind of dark joke; the situation so easily sets itself up for overworking the 'on death's door' angle, after all. But this time he avoids doing either.]

[Shifting minutely, Yoshitsugu extends his arm and allows Takatora to examine it as he pleases. There really is nothing beyond surface-level damage to be concerned about, though those cuts should probably at least be cleaned.]

It is a natural consequence of learning to use these wings. [He sounds as calm as ever, though perhaps there is, by his standards, a measure reassurance in his voice too.] There will be far worse incidents amongst us; it is guaranteed to happen in these circumstances, Takatora.

[...okay, so not actually the most reassuring thing to hear, but it is simple fact rather than overblown, barely understandable gallows humour.]

[Yoshitsugu does not regret anything that has happened in his life, and would not do anything different were he sent back to do it all over again. But it is impossible to feel anything good about what Takatora has been through either. Yoshitsugu had given his life to the other friend truly dear to him, Ishida Mitsunari; Takatora was still owed.]

[handtowels]

I know.

[He says after a brief moment, his tone resigned and tired at once. Selfishly, he doesn't want Yoshitsugu to get hurt at all. He grips Yoshitusgu's wrist slightly too tightly as his eyes inspect the damage to his friend's arm.]

Being so blatantly pitied by you... I know that I'm being an idiot. But I--

[--can't lose you a second time. Takatora chokes on the words, unable to give them voice. He looks away, then tugs Yoshitsugu as he begins to rise back to his feet.]

Come on. We need to clean some of those scratches or they'll get infected.

[hakanai]

[As per her usual custom, Yoshitsugu does not resist, doing as Takatora bids and standing up straight. He does so a little shakily; minor as it was, a collision can still leave one unsteady on their feet.]

You have always been an idiot. [It is an insult said almost softly.] But you have always been true to yourself as well. I ask for nothing else, Takatora.

[Looking over Takatora, Yoshitsugu considers for a moment before pushing lightly at his friend's shoulder with his free hand.]

I will need your support until I regain my balance.

[Which is true, but it's a request made for Takatora's benefit as well. He seems to need the closeness right now; at some point he will need to get used to letting Yoshitsugu out of his sight, but while Takatora heals, Yoshitsugu isn't opposed to giving him this type of comfort.]

[handtowels]

All right.

[Somehow it's a comfort to hear Yoshitsugu being his unusual tactless self. Takatora shifts position to bear the majority of his friend's weight, and starts to relax at the close contact. After a moment, when his tension has mostly bled away, he speaks.]

What did you even crash into?

(B)

[redactions]

[ Rather high indeed, as Bucky watches him from where he is. His own wings are mothlike, and he hasn't tested them much yet. ]

Hey pal, that was a pretty nasty crash.

[ People who heal faster than normal aren't new to him - Steve's bruises disappear within the span of an hour. Maybe it's the same case but he can't tell from here. ]

[hakanai]

[Yoshitsugu glances at the newcomer briefly; it's difficult to tell what his first impression of Bucky is, however, because his expression doesn't change a bit.]

It cannot be helped.

[He looks back at his wounds and flexes his fingers. It does actually hurt quite a bit, but nothing is broken and it's probably just surface damage. As a veteran of many battles, Yoshitsugu has had to put up with a lot worse than this... though there's a good chance that his dismissive reaction also has a lot to do with a certain habit of his.]

['Going with the flow' isn't always the best way to live one's life.]

There will definitely be worse crashes than this. Broken bones at the least.

[redactions]

[ The lack of reaction doesn't bother him - long term exposure to shell-shocked soldiers or a stoic best friend and one learns not to take it too personally. Especially when that answer is too akin to someone used to healing quicker than normal. ]

Y'mind lettin' me have a look? Just makin' sure nothin's outta place.

[hakanai]

[Yoshitsugu shrugs lightly, and extends his arm in full. It all looks rather sore and uncomfortable when examined properly, and in need of a good clean and dressing, though nothing more.]

If you want.

[He says, before adding:]

Are you sure you wish to fuss over a stranger? You have no idea what I might do.

[redactions]

[ It's a quick climb to the branch where Yoshitsugu is, and from there, he pulls his small first aid kit out of his pocket, and very meticulously sets about cleaning the wound. He has a light touch. ]

[ With a soft amused huff, ] Why, you havin' murderous intentions I should know about?

[ There's very little one can do to a dead man, really, he has no fear left. ]

[hakanai]

[Yoshitsugu's amused smile is obviously not visible beneath his facecloth, but it just about reaches his eyes. He enjoys this kind of banter very much; it's not often that people respond in such a way.]

I could be.

[Looking down, Yoshitsugu watches Bucky work with interest. Occasionally he flinches a little, but there is no other visible reaction to the pain at all. The wound-tending is done well.]

This could all be a devious plot to put you at ease while I plan your demise.

[redactions]

[ Reflecting the amusement, and speeding up the dressing a little, ]

You're going through all this trouble without buyin' me dinner first? I'm wounded. Right here.

[ He taps his heart. ]

[hakanai]

Should I prepare a suitable feast and romantic music?

[It's spoken with mock seriousness, all part of the game.]

You should be warned that there will be a high chance of food poisoning, however. If the flow ensures you are hit with a potentially fatal dose, it cannot be helped.

B

[dreamwalking_elf]

"Interesting" is kind of understating things. *This from an elf with orange hair and a set of brown and orange moth wings, currently folded at his back. He's not sarcastic with his tone, just honestly curious.* Are you okay? I think I've already bumped into everything trying to get my wings to work.

[hakanai]

I am fine and not in any kind of pain whatsoever.

[He shakes his head and drops his arm a fraction, looking over at the stranger. Whether Yoshitsugu is being sarcastic or straightforward is... honestly impossible to tell, right now. It usually is. One might call his ability to deliver sarcasm in such a straight-faced manner a gift, but it gets him misunderstood rather a lot.]

[He doesn't do much to correct those misunderstandings either.]

Injury while learning to fly cannot be helped. There will be far worse incidents in the future.

[dreamwalking_elf]

*Hey, Yoshitsugu is actually being fairly kind considering where Alundra had come from, being (unfairly) accused of letting multiple people die. This is a refreshing change. Also he might not be that swift on catching sarcasm.*

I guess that's true. At least we aren't up in nests and fall down a tree if we mess up. *Because then pain would certainly become a factor.*

[hakanai]

Not yet we aren't.

[Yoshitsugu drops his arm properly, hiding it away once more, before looking over the elf a little more properly. This tree has drawn in scores of unusual souls, so many of which look like they've stepped straight out of an old myth.]

If the flow demands it, we may find ourselves forced to test our flying to further and further heights. Who knows what dangers this place has in store?

[dreamwalking_elf]

Hmmmm. *The human with the cloth on his face had a point.* Well, if we have wings, obviously, we're meant to fly. We might have to gather food and to do that, we'd need to leave the tree. And...suddenly being this small kind of presents a lot of dangers that just occurred to me.

[hakanai]

Any spiders will be as ferocious, angry beasts, to which we serve as an appropriate, delicious source of food.

[Yoshitsugu's voice takes on a darker tone.]

And there's no telling what else lies beyond this mists. Perhaps beings that are as large as we once were?

[dreamwalking_elf]

Maybe. *Alundra covered his mouth in thought.* I just wonder how we all got here. There's no way all of us come from the same kingdom. *Especially the talking bird.* So why did we all change and get wings?

B - HELLOOOO

[millionyearsentence]

[ That looks... bad.

Granted, this man has quite little sense of self-preservation, compared to the other folks around here. It's almost familiar to Wyrden - after all, she dies several times each time their squad goes on the field. But this man has no Accessory to revive him if that happened, so... ]

Hey. Mind if I heal you?

[ Her expression is flat, as usual, but her tone is serious. Ramiel still trails behind her like a shadow. ]

HULLO YOU

[hakanai]

[It's not really bad; indeed, it probably looks a lot worse than it actually is. The injury is sore and will quite likely get infected if it doesn't get seen to, however. Yoshitsugu is just being very, well, himself about it.]

[Little self-preservation instinct, indeed.]

I don't mind.

[His expression is just as flat as hers, but with a tone to match, when he replies:]

But are you going to?

[For the moment, Ramiel is not commented upon.]

[millionyearsentence]

Probably. [ By that, she means absolutely. No use leaving something undone.

She fiddles with the Thorn on her left arm, and after a few seconds it starts glowing a mild green instead of its usual dark red. ]

Hold still.

[ With a practiced motion she snaps the Thorn forward until it attaches itself to Yoshitsugu's injury. It would heal within a few seconds - such is the power of Will'O technology. Of course, it was necessary, seeing that people died on a daily basis.

After it is done, she retracts the Thorn and it coils back around her arm. ]

That should be it.

A

[magicsprice]

[It's the silence, well, silent intentness of the scene which has caught his attention. Most others are either exploring, attempting flight or stuffing their faces. Seeing someone working on something all alone is different and he approaches quietly to observe.

A few seconds after having approached the other man, he finally speaks up.]

Might I ask what is it you're attempting to make?

[Perhaps he might be of some help.]