voice | un: karma

[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?]

Comments

[torpour]

A lot. [one of nehan's ears turns to face riz, listening to what he says without having to look up at the bear as he works.]

From what I'm told, vileblood has decent properties, even if it's no good for transfusion. For instance, pain relief salves, which naturally I will be making.

[sideeffect]

That's true...

[ he's considering the other things he's heard of what vileblood can do, but he's sure nehan would also be aware of that. his smile quirks. ]

Not concerned at all, huh?

[ - for himself, riz means, but doesn't clarify. ]

[torpour]

For patients, yes. [note how he doesn't say anything about himself.

the moment he's shaved off a patch that suits his needs, nehan sets his (now ruined) razor aside and dabs some alcohol onto a cotton ball, preparing the bared skin in circular motions.]

That doesn't feel off, does it?

[he just has to ask, knowing how sensitive skin without fur can be. he's felt that before, after all.]

[sideeffect]

Nope.

[ riz lifts his opposing shoulder, again careful not to jostle, in some semblance of a shrug. even if he did feel a pinch, having vileblood helps with assuaging that. for better or for worse. ]

[ alas, with a touch more reluctant clarification, ]

... I meant for yourself, anyway.

[torpour]

No, I'm not.

[nehan works quickly, filling the syringe without problem and when he pulls it out, he covers the spot he pricked with a ball of cotton and some tape.]

There, that's you, done.