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[torpour]

My name is Nehan-- I'm researching how medicine works here, and how to merge it with the methods I'm used to. If my research goes well, for instance, I will be able to act as a doctor and pharmacist, among other roles found here.

To that end, I'm requesting samples of blood from fellow Sleepers. I understand it can be quite personal, so whoever does not want to do that need not respond. Those who do, so I can perform the phlebotomy myself, and can privately send you my address, and answer questions you may have.

Whoever wants to help but doesn't want a needle in their arm, I still have a job for you, if anyone is interested.

[very straight to the point, almost unwelcomingly so. but at least people know what they're getting into if they decide to deal with him?]

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[torpour]

[luckily, nehan does have a few seats without solid backrests, clearly taken from a dining set that no longer has a table. rather, the table is in the kitchen, about to be used as the surface for many an experiment.]

That's fine by me. [the erune settles on the chair with the notepad, flipping to an unused page.]

The terms you made before... That's your payment, is it?

[getsmy]

Yes. If there are sexual services you care to explore, I can offer that. [said with a confident professionalism, he's honestly much less shy to offer as a payment than to just flirt with the man. He is attractive to Ives, he appears capable, so long as Ives is of interest to him than this is an easy deal.]

If not, I could try to find other means. Beastly components may be doable, if I slay any while on patrol and the corruption would not invite trouble.

[torpour]

[the erune shakes his head as he opens the notepad and pulls a pen from a pocket.]

No, your first offer is fine. We only need to fall back on the second if my body has decided that I'm now impotent. [but a quick check later when he's alone will tell him whether or not this is true.]

Now, questions-- Name? Full name preferred, but the alias you use in this world is fine as well.

[getsmy]

Very well. [a nod and a swift answer to the question]

Ives. No house nor surname.

[torpour]

[like the username, he thinks-- that's fine, and he scrawls it onto the paper.]

Age? Gender? ... And race perhaps.

[getsmy]

Age in this life-? I don't have an accurate total across them all.

[he's used to reincarnation well before the whole squid thing]

If so... 20. Male. My breed are known as Giants.

[torpour]

[nehan pauses in the middle of writing and looks up, a furrow in his brow. he did hear that right, but that's... well. that's something isn't it?]

All right then.

[either ives is under a delusion... or he has reincarnated for a while, and remembers everything. but nehan decides he'll operate under the latter being the truth, and scrawls his age as 20.]

I only need to know physical matters for now, in any case. Maybe that will change later, if I pursue Night Walker for instance, but for now, I just need this information for medical reasons.

[getsmy]

Physical traits, then... if it's worth noting, I have the Faun body type of my people. We Giants have that or a Centaur structure. [if Nehan runs into any other fauns or centaurs, Ives would definitely care to know about it, he's not seen anybody else like him just yet, in that regard.]

For now I am roughly 221 centimeters tall at the tip of my horns. I'll continue to gain height for another decade. [so that might well change, he's not even all that tall yet for a Giant]

[torpour]

[nehan takes in the man's features before giving up, because that's just jargon he doesn't understand-- fauns, giants and centaurs are entirely different for him, but clearly they're... genetically similar? who knows. nehan doesn't.

instead, he's just going to make crass comments as he notes down what goes on in this conversation.]

Good. If you get any larger very quickly, I might not be able to keep up. I have limits to what I can take. [ives would be the height and build of a full-grown draph man... perhaps not the largest he's met, but still, draph man.] Stamina may be an issue... but you let me deal with that.

[getsmy]

[Crassness, is it? Ives just quirks his head slightly, an ear flickering on just one side. Curious]

I'll just need to pay you back twofold, should I grow into a hassle to treat.

[torpour]

I'm trusting you not to break me. [but he doesn't sound worried at all. or even... worried at all. he still keeps that same, bland tone throughout. perhaps a little tired, but then again, everything about him radiates such a feeling.]

Any history of illnesses? In this life, I mean. Chronic health issues, hereditary health matters that might affect your blood?

[getsmy]

Likewise. [He'll probably be the one showing up battered, breaking him further would be more in Nehan's hands than anybody at that point. What Ives does in gratitude is another matter entirely, but likewise, at Nehan's fine discretion.]

None that effect me in my youth. My ankles go around one hundred and twenty, should I last that long. The longest I've ever lived is to one hundred fifty seven. And three days.

[did he add that last part just to be humorous? Difficult to say, he's so very stone faced that it could be a dry joke or it could be unintentional.]

[torpour]

[nehan has to shake his head. that's not what he asked.]

Let's put aside the fact that you remember your past lives... unless that in itself is transmissible via blood transfusion or having blood-related offspring.

I need to know if there's anything in your blood or genetics that may not be suitable for transfusion, if I have to give someone else your blood.

[getsmy]

It is how all Giants are, so yes. I have had children of my own kind it was passed on to.

[he'll wrap back around to the answer more directly]

Other than that, no. Nothing I can think of would transfer or effect my blood quality.

[torpour]

[so, it's a trait that's passed down through genetics. ... he doesn't like that thought, actually.]

For safety, I may strike you from being a potential blood donor in the future. [he'd rather not let that sort of thing spread. the sheer horror of being able to remember past lives alone... no, nehan does not like that.]

Have you donated blood recently? Or bled from combat?

[getsmy]

Only the blood I have given you, Doctor. As for bleeding, I got my face sliced up in a street brawl. Some blood healing took care of it... [if Nehan looks closely, he can probably tell Ives got punched especially hard just above the eye his hair curled over, given there's a discoloration of bruising despite Ives otherwise being healed up from that fight]

Hence why I would rather be seen to by a fellow Sleeper. They did not fill me with ease.

[torpour]

Hmmm. You don't need anything for the bloodloss then.

[but nehan does reach for the holster at his right hip, and pulls out a small vial, half-full with a sky blue potion, and holds it out.]

That's for when you get hurt again. It's a healing potion formulated for all races present in my homeworld, but come to me if you feel anything untoward after taking it.

[getsmy]

[Ives eyes the potion before reaching out and taking it. He spins it between his fingers, looking within it to the liquid, understanding how thick it might be.]

Thank you. I will. You say to take it, to be clear that means it is to be drank? The whole thing at once-?

[best to make that known. He doesn't want to down something in whole if it's meant to be a small swig.]

[torpour]

Ingested or poured directly over the would, whichever is your preference. I understand that it just tastes like a bitter melon, if you turned it into colored water.

[nehan sits back, putting his notepad away.]

It's just half a dose, but it should still be fine for injuries.

[getsmy]

Very good. I shall use it well. [Ives will open it, giving a curious sniff to see if he can smell the bitterness as it's described. It doesn't bother him, the flavor is what he's made of, by his world's rules.

He closes it back up, shuffling it into a pant pocket lining the lower swoop of those thigh cut outs]

Thank you, again. I appreciate meeting with me so soon. [he'll definitely use this to survive some sort of traumatic encounter in a meat factor soon]

[torpour]

[nehan gives a single nod, then stands.]

I'll walk you to the door, if you need to go now.

[getsmy]

You've given me what I requested. [he says simply, leaning in slightly, arm rested forward on one knee]

Do you want me to stay longer?

[this is as coy as Ives gets, but even then it's entirely obvious what he's really asking the other man. Now or another time, for that discussed payment?]

[torpour]

[oh? ives did say he doesn't have anywhere else to be for a while... that's the logical conclusion to come to.

nehan's ears turn forward, visibly showing the interest he wont express on his face. then the erune takes the few steps towards the other chair, no need for his crutch when it's easy to just force his uncooperative left leg to move a few paces, and he leans forward, perching his hands on the man's knees.]

Do you want to stay longer? I have experiments to run... but I can factor you into them.

[getsmy]

I am enjoying your company so far, Doctor. I'll stay.

[Oh, the ears swiveling forward is cute. Ives thinks it's funny how they can give away the man's interest when he's otherwise so composed of demeanor.

A thought he has while the end of his tail thump-thump-thumps gently on the floor, a sign of his own interest, despite his otherwise composed demeanor.

He feels self assured so long as he's not overstaying his welcome or being a nuisance to the man. Ives is an orderly person, respecting someone's home is apart of that. The arm he has resting on his own knee moves, his thumb glancing over the tops of the fingertips pressed down on him.]

What experiments?

[torpour]

Whether or not my genitals are in full working order.

[he feels no shame in saying that-- after all, ives already knows this private little part about him and the man doesn't mind.]