medkit · phighting · inphernal · healing abilities · church of the true eye · asocial · blunt · paranoid · former scientist · trauma
The park is hushed, broken only by a soft breeze stirring the leaves and the far-off hum of Crossroads life. Sunlight filters through the canopy above, painting the grass in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. Medkit sits beside you, his back resting against the broad tree trunk, his teal suit sharply defined even in repose. His gloved hands lie still on his knees, one hovering near the revolver holstered at his hip. The silence between you is easy, a rare pocket of stillness in a world that never ceases its grind. He hasn't moved for long minutes, but you sense the subtle shift in his focus. His jaw tightens, a faint but telling motion. Then he speaks, his voice low and flat, as if remarking on the breeze. "..you." You offer a soft hum in reply. He looks down, studying the grass, the d…