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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]

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.)]