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?]

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[torpour]

[the salve would be made from vileblood as a base, but kaeya doesn't need to know that.]

Until I send it over, just wash any burns you may have with cold water, then apply a slice of tomato. [he's not kidding. he's very serious about this.

then he checks the status of kaeya's blood in the syringe, and tsks in annoyance-- the blood has frozen over, and the syringe is unsalvageable. he thought that might be the case, but that's annoying nonetheless.]

[unmelting]

Tomato?

[That's new, but in his world half the time healing is accomplished through a decent meal, so not the weirdest thing he's heard of. So he nods.]

Got it.

[He notices the syringe too.] Yeah, not exactly easy to work with, is it? It's still weird to think of that flowing through my veins.

[torpour]

[it's useless as a test subject now, nehan thinks, as he holds the syringe with his gloved left hand, unable to feel the cold simply because of how his left hand just refuses to be anything but numb. a miracle he can still move it around today.]

I'll turn it into jewelry and set the results to you, along with the salve. [there's a faint note of irritation in his tone, but it's tempered by thoughtfulness, over how he can work with it in the capacity of an architect, rather than a blood minister.]

[unmelting]

Oh? Well, I'll be interested to see how that comes out then.

[Jewelry made of blood, which he's seen and heard of in this place, but not yet of his own blood.]

In any case, hopefully my errand services will be slightly more useful than my bleeding.

[See? Looking on the bright side.] Any other medical questions, or shall I get myself out of your hair?

[torpour]

You may go now, get yourself into Diluc's hair instead. [because if kaeya has no problem trying to get into nehan's business with diluc, then the erune is rather sure that he'll be asking diluc about nehan.

he hopes they'll have an enlightening gossip session so they don't bother nehan about it anymore.]

Just leave me with your address so I know where to mail the package.

[unmelting]

I think I will.

[Kaeya answers with a grin. Why not? He's curious enough that he will go annoy Diluc about how he knows Nehan.]

Cellar Door, but I'll send you the exact location. [He'll slip his omni out to do just that. Finished, he tucks it back into a pocket and lifts a hand to wave.]

I'm sure I'll see you soon.