Post by Watt Johnson on Nov 25, 2013 18:15:20 GMT -5
Watt grumbled under his breath, hoping that nobody heard him. This was possibly one of the less enjoyable nights he'd had, even for a patrol - and that was saying something. Not only had he been roped into watching an area notorious for its high crime rates and low living standards, but he was also doing it while wearing a ridiculous costume. Granted, it was more a of a battle suit than anything, specifically tailored to make sure the medic on the go could keep himself going, no matter what. And, though largely practical, it still didn't feel right wearing it.
He didn't mind how most of it was black or grey. He could work with that - it needed to resemble Shinigami uniforms somewhat anyway. The fact that it was body armour was nice as well, despite it providing little more protection against attacks than normal clothing did. It was better than nothing, but it hardly made a difference. Still, the fibres it was made of weren't uncomfortable, and though he wouldn't admit it, the fact that it made his muscles look bigger was good in his book. The gloves and boots were a little troublesome to work with, but he could work with them. Which was more than could be said for the cape, which he sorely wished he'd ditched earlier.
While he didn't see the point of the cowl, the utility belt holding his medical equipment was a welcome addition. It allowed for quick, easy access to anything he needed - much more so than the old bag. He figured the Soul Society would be able to move with the times, but their traditions stood firm. Like always. He had little time to think about this however - and even less time to remember the button on his wraist that shed most of the armour to allow for greater mobility. He was sensing something, and as he had somehow been made to patrol (despite being a medic, not a warrior), he responded.
He didn't mind how most of it was black or grey. He could work with that - it needed to resemble Shinigami uniforms somewhat anyway. The fact that it was body armour was nice as well, despite it providing little more protection against attacks than normal clothing did. It was better than nothing, but it hardly made a difference. Still, the fibres it was made of weren't uncomfortable, and though he wouldn't admit it, the fact that it made his muscles look bigger was good in his book. The gloves and boots were a little troublesome to work with, but he could work with them. Which was more than could be said for the cape, which he sorely wished he'd ditched earlier.
While he didn't see the point of the cowl, the utility belt holding his medical equipment was a welcome addition. It allowed for quick, easy access to anything he needed - much more so than the old bag. He figured the Soul Society would be able to move with the times, but their traditions stood firm. Like always. He had little time to think about this however - and even less time to remember the button on his wraist that shed most of the armour to allow for greater mobility. He was sensing something, and as he had somehow been made to patrol (despite being a medic, not a warrior), he responded.
