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[eugenesis]

I'm running a few experiments on the properties of Sleeper Blood. I haven't been able to achieve much with my own so far.

If anyone other than a Warmblood is willing to donate a small vial, reach out to me and we can talk.

Though I wouldn't be opposed to having more of this red blood in supply.

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[kingoftherats]

Holy shit, yeah! I'll bleed for some whiskey, bro, absolutely!

Where do you wanna trade-off?

[eugenesis]

The warehouses are fine enough. [He sends Charlie the address for a former industrial park with large, empty buildings. Most of them are safe enough to enter.] Tomorrow morning?

[kingoftherats]

Tomorrow morning!

And don't you forget the magnets; you forget my magnets, I'm gonna throw my blood bucket and let it splat; don't think I won't. Then you can't do jack shit with it! A deal's a deal, my guy.

lmk if you want to thread this out

[eugenesis]

Magnets, got it. Industrial strength ones will do?

we absolutely must

[kingoftherats]

Yeah!

...

What're industrial? Is that even a thing? You're not scamming me, are you?

[eugenesis]

What do you need to lift with those magnets? [He's guessing he's not using them for some kind of illegal manufacturing scheme.] I can just buy those weak ones from the craft store if you don't need me to waste my money.

[kingoftherats]

... That's confidential information.

The stronger the better, I'll take whatever industrial means.

[You can get him any strength, buddy, he won't know the difference.]

[eugenesis]

[Alright, so the cheapest ones that can pick up more than filings will do. As long as he can show off, or whatever. At least that saves Scorponok some money.

He'll wait by the agreed location with a two bottles of whiskey and a box of said magnets, idly going through his notes and fondly regarding his past experiments.]

[kingoftherats]

[Charlie will be there, buddy.

In fact, he's standing at the agreed location with a slight sway to him — the reason's pretty clear, because the dude literally has a bucket full of blood next to him, and he looks chalky and unhealthy. Like, y'know. A guy who filled a bucket with his blood.

Blinking over sluggishly, he eyes the obvious robotic figure, and says:]

... Shiiiit, I'm hallucinating, man. I think I overdid it a little...

[He looks like he's gonna maybe just die.

It's cool, though, he's a cockroach who lives through whatever.]

[eugenesis]

[RIP to this dude, it's not like Scorponok needs him alive. And he'll come back as a squid anyway. Actually, it would be useful to see him die, harvest his crystals, and observe how he transforms from squid to human.

Alas, people tend to think poorly of murder.]

You just eat some food and it's replenished. It's not like you took out enough to kill you. [He opens the lid to the bucky, and yup, that's some good blood. Scorponok pulls out a cloth shopping bag - the one material that didn't break when carrying the weight of five bottles of whiskey and two boxes of magnets.] Your payment, Mister...?

[kingoftherats]

Kelly! Charlie Kelly. But like, Charlie's cool.

Who the hell're you again? Other than a big robot.

[Because he is still not 100% sure he's not hallucinating all of this. Eh, he'll take the big back anyway, even if it makes him all wobbly; fuck yeah, give him those sweet, sweet magnets, my guy.]

[eugenesis]

Charlie. And the name is Scorponok, Cybertronian.

[If he wants to do business, he has to know who to ask for.]

[kingoftherats]

Oh, sweet. Scorpion the Cyberman, sounds like a movie villain.

[He salutes sloppily, five minutes away from wandering off and sleeping off major bloodloss.]

If you ever need another deal, dude, just hit Paddy's Pub; I'm always there.

[eugenesis]

Scorpo-

[Nevermind. It's close enough that people know who he's talking about.]

Good to hear. I'll check on you if I ever need more blood. [He makes a shooing motion.]

[kingoftherats]

[Charlie collects his magnets and whiskey and so very clumsily makes his way down the street. He stops just long enough to grab a bottle of the whiskey, pop it open, and take a large swig, and then stumbles along once more.

If the poor cybertronian didn't know better, he'd probably have assumed Charlie a specter.

A ghost, a ghoul, a creature not of any world.

(And really, maybe he isn't, if you ask others.)]