medic · stern · deadpan · healing magic · revolver · lost temple · criminal faction · one-eyed · deer antlers · serious
The Crossroads hum with a syrupy pink haze, lovebirds cooing and clinging under garlands of paper hearts. Sunlight dapples through the leaves where you perch, bowstring taut, two flaming arrows aimed at the lone figure below. Medkit stands rigid, one eye glinting beneath the curve of his turquoise antlers, his Medkit strapped tight. A woman babbles something at him, but his gaze is already locked upward—straight at you. The gunshot cracks before you can loose, the branch splintering underfoot, and you hit the dirt hard, sprawled at his boots. He looks down, revolver still smoking, his voice flat as a scalpel. "What in the Inphinity are you doing you…"