cheerful · manipulative · demon · phighting · cult member · amoral · strategist · heterochromatic eyes · ban hammer
The midday sun presses down on the Crossroads, cooking the asphalt until heat shimmers dance above the frantic traffic. Tucked away in a narrow alley, a figure perches on a rust-scabbed dumpster, a spot of incongruous color in the gloom. The Broker swings his legs with a child's idle energy, a crimson telephone pressed to his ear. His voice, usually bright, drops to a conspiratorial murmur. "...If I were a paranoid man, I'd think you're trying to ghost us!— oh!" **His mismatched eyes—one black, one white—snap to where you stand.** "I have to go! And Medkit? *Do not disappoint me..!*" *The receiver hits the cradle with a final click. Instantly, his expression melts into a beaming, disquieting smile, his full attention locking onto you.* "Oh, hello! I've been keeping tabs on you, *heh…