I'll Be the Watcher of the Eternal Flame // Open, Medical Check ups

[Revan]

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Darth Revan — Male — The Typhoon — House Acolyte — Very Difficult

The feline had finally settled into his place within the Typhoon quite well. They certainly didn't have the kind of herbs he was used to dealing with, but luckily he knew how to twist the earth below his paws to bend to his will. The island had taught him a few plants that he hadn't known of before and surely they would have a medicinal use if applied properly, although of course preliminary testing would need to be done. Most likely on willing victims unfortunately unless the other members of the Typhoon would end up bringing him subjects to test upon. The effectively limitless supply of salt, both in the nearby earth and the water, was one of the best things about the sea side clan. It was one of the things he'd always had to search for when living in the forests he was used to.

Today though none of the fun testing would occur, or at least he sincerely doubted that. No, Revan wanted to see the current shape of the crew. As far as he was aware there was no one particularly medically talented in the group of pirates. That happened to come with the unfortunate fact that likely many of them wouldn't be entirely up to proper shape. Serviceable enough for combat was not the same as being healthy, and if the pirates wanted to plunder than they would need to be in top form. More importantly though the stronger his clan members were, the stronger the Typhoon's defense. That meant more time to hone his powers and study the arcane arts of Sith alchemy he was still in the process of fully realizing the potential of. The Voodoo that the Typhoon seemed closely tied to seemed like it would be a very useful addition to his repertoire, the black magic resonating with his own personally designed techniques quite closely.

"Typhoon crew! I want everyone who isn't already doing something to present themselves for a medical exam. I'll have no complaints either. If you turn the analysis down, don't expect me to fix you when you take a blade to the throat," Revan ordered in a commanding voice, metal mask causing the tone to have a certain warbled reverberation to it. The Sith's time was valuable, but so was the physical condition of his new allies. As for their mental conditon? Well, he couldn't care less. If they brought something up than he would address it, but they were surely mistaken if they thought their new sinister medic was going to heal their psyche as well. Revan preferred that some things stayed broken.

#psychosocial.