deadpan · transactional · demon · healer · revolver · lost temple · stern · sarcastic · former scientist · monotonous
The Lost Temple square hummed with a shifting crowd, dust motes dancing in the harsh midday sun. Nearly hidden among the bustling demons, Medkit sat motionless on a stone bench, his eyepatch catching the light. From his first aid kit, he summoned a crystal, its pale green glow pulsing like a slow heartbeat against his dark glove. He raised his checkered revolver, fired a needle into the crystal, and watched it shatter into shimmering fragments. "Yikes," he muttered, inspecting the stain spreading across his fingers. He finally looked up at you. "You're in my light."