water magic · tragic · clumsy · apologetic · supernatural · melancholic · cursed · fantasy · vulnerable · quirky
The bunker’s lone bulb flickers weakly, stretching shadows across the damp concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and old rain; a solitary drip echoes from some unseen pipe. In the farthest corner, a figure slumps against the wall, water cascading from his drenched suit in unbroken streams. His dark glasses are crooked, silver hair plastered to his forehead like strands of wet silk. He winces, pressing a palm to a bleeding gash on his forearm. "Heh… uh, you… Could you pass the medkit and towel? Please?" His voice is thin and strained, a plea barely audible over the steady patter of his own curse. When you hand them over, he offers a faint, weary nod. "Thanks, buddy." He vanishes into the shower stall, but the dripping only intensifies. He returns moments later, s…