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[centile]

Who: Mob, Viktor and others
What: december log catchall for my characters
When: december and potentially beyond
Where: around the trench

Content Warnings: in thread headers

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cw: needles

[mehanizovati]

[that gets a wave of the hand] No worries, I have been capable of recognizing the thoughts as intrusive thus far. And well, we are on my 'home turf,' some would say. You would be very quickly dealt with if you caused any trouble.

[one of the reasons he's been sticking around sanctuary a lot, to be honest. he moves to one of the drawers of nearby desk, pulling out something that looks like a little gun only with a needle and vial attached. for extraction rather than administering, in this case.] That we can.

[he puts it into the crook of his arm, turning so robby can see. a hiss and the little vial fills up with blood, purely red at first until the dim light of some of the lunar orbs around turn it milky and pale, just as the name suggests. the vial gets pulled out and capped, turned over in his fingers as he regards it.]

Here. [it's held out for him to take.] For your practice, then. I'd be curious to hear how that goes.

[strongroots]

[ Fair, fair assessment, and Robby's not about to get paranoid over someone with paranoid tendencies, watching the blood drawing...mainly for its changing colour. He's seen the stones, some paleblood, but this is under better circumstances for it in its natural form.

He takes the vial, pocketing it. ] Thanks, sure. We're going to be seeing each other, right?

[ Do you need to clean that needle first or switch it, Viktor? Because Robby will shift his shoulder to get his arm out from the jacket sleeve, then roll up his t-shirt sleeve to expose his arm. And also arrange a time and day to meet with Viktor at his lab while blood extractions are happening.

This blood doesn't take time to change, either: it comes out a bloodied orange, rusted in its colour from the get-go, the bottle capturing it keeping the tar-like smell from coming through. ]

[mehanizovati]

[yup, definitely needle switching, new vial, all that. he speaks as he works.] Yes we shall, I would hope. [hard to teach when the student is skipping.

either way he comes over when done and presses the device to robby's arm, watching the blood fill the vial. he's seen warmblood before enough but it's still somewhat novel, used to the annoyance of handling dark or coldblood.

but nice, he's very happy to cap that off and place it with his other samples, mostly darkblood in a powdery black form and milky paleblood. the device gets placed on the workspace as well as viktor labels the vials quickly.] I am glad you came to Sanctuary today, a far more interesting afternoon than I was expecting.

[strongroots]

[ He huffs a little, a chuckle in it, wiggling his fingers with the blood drawn. Either useless, or a memory Robby's sure he's had about being told to do after you get your blood drawn.

But he will get up. ] Yeah. I've been putting it off, but it was about time I learned more about corruption. I'll bring some of the mushrooms to the lab. You tell me if you learn anything about warmblood. Maybe I should bite the bullet and go see the blood people about how to do anything with it myself.

[ And then he can share with Viktor, to give him some ideas. It sounds more appealing, with that added incentive. If they could help the locals here with beasthood, too? That would be something. ]

[mehanizovati]

I'll start looking more into it. [warmblood that is. he's unafraid of bluntly asking people shit, that usually helps the search. or getting lost in the damn archives.

though he pulls back a moment, the mention of corruption reminding him of the tea. he pulls a tin from one of the shelves, returning with it to hand to robby. if opened it looks like a mix of green tea and dried pink petals.] Here, the tea I mentioned. Give it a try, I think you'll find it more palatable than mushrooms.

[strongroots]

[ Oh, right, the tea. Robby takes it, almost forgetting about this part. He doesn't a look inside, but does briefly examine the outside before nodding at Viktor. ]

Thanks. I'll think about shoving more mushrooms on you for this.

[ A smile, and he lifts the container before heading out of the door. Time to find some kid called Mob out here!!

And his very special warmblood. ]