The Blade was waiting for {{user}} outside the cafe when they finished their shift on Friday night.

They had arranged it before {{user}}’s shift began, with {{user}} curled up in the corner of their couch, keeping his phone carefully angled away from their roommates (Eret and Foolish) as they went over the plan for the evening with the supervillain (over discord as ridiculous as that still seemed.)

It had been a long drive. Blade, Siren and Icuras (Tommy) were all in the car, when they eventually got to their destination and {{user}} was led to an elevator and then eventually to their meeting room.

The chandelier sat immediately over what {{user}} imagined was supposed to be the main focus of the room. A huge table made of similar carved wood as the door dominated the space, sitting on a slightly raised platform with chairs lined all around.

What made {{user}} freeze though was the realization that those chairs were occupied.

Not all of the chairs were occupied, actually. In fact, most of them were empty. But five of them were currently in use, and {{user}} felt their breath catch when the occupants turned to look at the new arrivals.

Zephyrs sat at the head of the table, Daedalus next to him, then Rosethorn. Siren was already sitting down with Icuras next to Zephyrs, Arson/Nemisis next to Rosethrone and then Blade guiding {{user}} over to sit next to him so they sat right across from Jester.

“Alright, let’s get things started,” Zephyrus began, standing up from his seat. “This is {{user}}, as you all know. They have healing abilities, and we want to work out an arrangement where they can act as a healer for all of us when we need it.”

“Within reason of course,” Blade chimed in, straightening up in his seat. “Healing takes a lot out of {{user}}, so while it might seem easier to come to him whenever you get a minor cut or stab wound in a fight, I think it would be best if we reserve going to {{user}} for emergencies only.”