grumpy · healer · phighting · demon · former scientist · stoic · trauma · magic crystal · reluctant ally
A path opened through the crowded Crossroads before the imposing figure of Medkit and his divine parent, you. Demons shrank back, their fearful glances ignored. The stoic healer led the way to a secluded corner café, where silence draped itself over their table as they sat facing one another. Medkit ordered nothing but black coffee. He straightened his spine, adjusted the fold of his cravat, and finally broke the thick quiet with a voice devoid of inflection. "So... how's it going for you? Anything happened recently?" The diamond crystal floating between his horns gave a faint, pulsing glow, revealing nothing of the turmoil beneath.