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( it's a decisive nod he gets, conveying that she thinks something is worth trying. but, because she only barely knows the nature of the disease, and has yet to learn anything about how it might interact with the treatment, there are experiments which must be done first. no matter how costly, precautions are necessitated by morality and ethics. both of which she is blessed to have in munificence. )

I think it is worth looking into.

First, I would test it on samples under controlled conditions before actually giving it to you.

And what would that require?

[He has an idea. He's spent enough time in Nif labs, he's added his own knowledge of daemons to have a hand in creating the MTs, that he's not so oblivious to the very thorough requirements of testing.]

A blood sample?

And your consent.

( both are necessary, really. especially since she's come across the concept of blood magic recently. a terrifying notion, just given a description of what it supposedly is capable of. )

Then you have it.

[Let her take his blood, and let her examine the reaction of what daemonic essences and the Starscourge itself might have to her research. There's only so much curiosity he can feign to not have.]

Would you like it now?

( She cocks her head then, almost as if she's got a question about what she's hearing. Here, now? In her residence where she has nothing resembling a lab or proper equipment.

Then, of course, she remembers how easily accessed Thesa is. Even being from a world as technologically advanced as hers, sometimes it is hard to recall just what is possible. )

If you wouldn't mind popping up to the station for a few minutes.

[It was what he had planned -- the fastest and easiest option, probably affording her more reliable equipment than what could be found on terra firma, anyway.

And so he stands, gesticulating in a sort of concession.]

Not at all. A change of scenery would be welcome. I'm ready when you are, Doctor.

All right. Give me a moment to gather my things.

( And she does so: she goes to get her notebook, takes the biotic sample, and disappears for a minute into her room. When she's back, she'll have put on a loose, light-blue sweater and put everything she needs into her leather satchel. )

Ready?

( When they get to where they need to be, it will be a quieter, more intimate bit of the station, a lower ceilinged medbay with a small port window. She seems at ease in this space, and it doesn't take her long to point out a place for Ardyn to sit. It's one of the two beds in the room, with a stool nearby the side. )

[He's brought the vial with him, though he imagines if she has no use for it right now, she can simply take it back later. It's set aside on the nearby stool, and he moves to take the indicated seat. First, though, he's shrugging it off his long coat, for he imagines that's only going to get in the way of getting a proper blood sample from his arm.]

Shall I roll up my sleeve for you?

If you would. Please.

( That last bit is added after something of a pause, as she adjusts something in her hands. They are gloved already. She looks to be opening a packet of stubborn packet of alcohol swaps.

Quickly her eyes to flick up to the phial, then she succeeds in opening what she needs to. She waits for him to present his arm, so to speak. )

You're not afraid of needles, I take it?

[He begins to roll up his sleeve, then, swiftly and neatly. His exposed arm is hilariously something of a rare sight, he's so often covered up by layers of some sort. Still, there it is, ready for a needle to pierce skin whenever she's ready.

He laughs.]

No. I'm not. Though you're thoughtful to have asked.

[There's something very amusing about the mundane nature of that question. Needles. The furthest thing from his mind that he would fear.]

( As she's swabbing down his arm, she takes the opportunity to really look at him when she's speaking to him. Her expression betrays a slight amusement at his comment. It seems like at best it's insouciant praise, a barely felt kindness as a remark to fill up the silence. He dose seem like someone who likes to speak without actually saying much. )

Hardly. I wonder if you'd trust me to do my job if I didn't do something so basic.

( A bit of a huff follows, as she then holds his elbow steady with one hand, and pierces his skin with the needle in the other. It takes at most ten seconds, then she lets him go. )

[He just grins, unresponsive to that for now. He doesn't even move when he's pricked with the needle (it hardly registers at all for him), though Ardyn pointedly also doesn't watch as the syringe fills up with his blood.

Dark, seemingly viscous stuff that it is. She shouldn't be surprised, given what he'd shown her before.]

Is that satisfactory, then?

[He flexes his fingers, though there's no real need for it.]

Yes it is. Thank you. ( For your compliance, she's basically saying. Rather than staring outright at the corrupted something filling up the syringe, she turns away from him then. Though, having noticed how he purposefully didn't look at the dark, black stuff, she has to ask. )

Does the sight of blood make you faint?

(With her back turned to him she starts processing the liquid she pulled from him, marveling at how something like that could be flowing through the veins of someone with a heartbeat {something she assumes he has}. )

Not at all.

[She noticed, of course, the way he would not look at what lies in that vial. Perhaps it's inane, for he's more than aware of what stirs within him; but looking at it as she pulls it out of his body is a stark reminder, empirical and impossible to miss, that he's not sure he needs to indulge himself in.]

Though the thought is an amusing one.

A series of unfortunate events has made it mildly difficult to settle in, but it would seem like most of those matters are handled. And so, I ask if you are able to have that chat?

Oh? Unfortunate events? Nothing too troublesome, I hope.

And yes, I am available. My time is yours, friend.

What doesn't kill us-- [ He offers with half a laugh. ]

Since your time is mine, you can choose which place I waste... no, spend it. That is the least that I can do.

[A scoff at that, not-quite humorless, however.] Indeed. Now, then, let's see...

[A good as place as any would be his assigned housing. There's no one here at the moment, and it wouldn't take long to display exactly what the other is curious about.]

Come to house fourteen. I have it to myself right now. It should give us the peace and quiet required for a nice chat.

Look forward to it.

[ A quick response back before he leaves the house. He tugs on his jacket, mildly put out by the tears and holes in it thanks to his battle with Archer. Nothing that could be done about it, though. Not without some silver which he has little of.

In any case, he heads to the aforementioned house. It is almost odd to feel a sense of commeraderie -- if only because he only has ever had accomplices rather than friends. Even those that called him friend was met with a cool response from him in turn. But a real friend, hm? Ah, well. It would seem time to share more of their stories is in order and finding out more about one gifted life as they are, first.

Kirei breathes out a small laugh as he arrives at his destination. He knocks on the door -- and contemplates more about luck and karma. ]

[Ardyn won't be so rude as to make him wait longer than necessary at the door. It's only a second or two before it opens up, and Kirei is meet with a welcoming smile.]

Ah, punctuality. A trait that is to be admired in all.

[He gives a small laugh, eyes flickering over the other's form. The jacket (its tears and holes) is noted, perhaps most interestingly, but he does not remark on it just yet. He should at least see the man in properly.]

Come in. It's good to see you once more in person, Kirei.

[He ushers him in, and the layout of the house should be similar, given that they all are built the same.]

Would you like something to drink?

Indeed? It is always nice to have some of my traits appreciated.

[ He greets the welcoming smile with a cheerful one of his own. A half-joke at his wlown expense before he crosses the threshold and enters. His head lifts a little as he notes the familiarity of the layout. This is the first house other than the one assigned that he has been in, but it makes sense that they would all be the same. ]

Since you are offering, I have come to enjoy red wine. [ Drinking red wine while talking on similarities in one another -- he breathes out a laugh. Kirei mulls over his thoughts for a second before adding: ]

As forward as it is to ask, I do intend to repay the kindness. [ His own way of saying he will provide for the next drink. ]

Red wine? Exquisite tastes. Feel free to sit wherever you like, and I’ll return in a moment.

[Ardyn chuckles, glad that he is able to offer it. He’s lived here long enough to have collected a fair amount of drinks to choose from — even though he does not require food nor water, some habits are not so easily discarded. ~~that and for the sake of this thread it makes it easier~~

He returns with two glasses and a bottle. He sets the glasses down on the coffee table, and works to remove the cork from the wine.]

And no need to return the favor. You’ve already done so by repaying me with your company, after all.

[Give him a moment, and he pours a glass, then motions at it for Kirei to take for himself.]

May I ask you a question?

[ Kirei chooses a chair at the coffee table, folding his hands in his lap. His eyes drift to the couch as though he expects someone to materialize in -- with some self-assured, cocky laugh about how it amuses him that the priest actually looks happy. I suppose I am, then, if I am taking time to think of an old accomplice. ]

And yet I feel I am taking advantage with paying with just my presence. [ His eyebrows lift, but doesn't argue further. He takes a glass for himself, bowing his head in thanks for the offering. But before he takes a sip, he looks up at the question. ]

Go ahead. And you need not ever ask if you can ask me anything... it somehow feels like a crime to not be willing to answer whatever you have to ask. [ Of course, omitting the truth may come from time to time, but he will answer as truthfully as he can. It is an unfortunate habit he has. He takes a small sip and awaits the real question. ~~Time to get krunk. No.~~ ]

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Taking advantage? Never. Having you here is a pleasure, have no doubt about it.

[A glass poured for himself, Ardyn decides to take a seat opposite of the man. He doesn't take a sip just yet, tilting his head curiously in Kirei's direction.]

What happened to your jacket?

[ He pauses to look at his jacket like he didn't know. ]

Ah, someone tried to kill me. [ He shrugs. Not a terrible big deal now. ] We have made a truce with one another, however. Not my idea either. [ But obviously, he is more than okay with it. Really, he is grateful because even with his healing, he isn't fond of the idea of getting sniped with an explosive round from halfway across the city. ]

It is an old grudge between us that has spanned over a couple timelines... or so I have come to understand.

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