Shipping Gel Meme

[noimgeorge]

This guy right here and his missing twin loooooove to experiment, Chicago. A silly little thing like being trapped in some windy American city isn't going to change that for the world, and you know what that means: having to scavenge for supplies, and trying to use materials never tested out before in spectacular new concoctions

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This outta be good.

[iron_traitor]

[iron_traitor]

[And in that moment, Judas just looked back, into his eyes. Just past the red glow was the faintest hint of blue. It was kind of beautiful. She pushed back the slight fluttering feeling his gaze on her triggered, instead subtly running a hand through her hair, combing it back behind her ear.

And he turned away to his work. She blinked and cleared her head.]

I thought you'd already talked to them. They seemed friendly enough before.

[seesonlyred]

To me, yes. But your presence may prove too much for them to resist. [He takes a long knife out of the box, testing the tip on his flesh-covered hand. Usually he disdains having to rely on weaponry, but vampires are a special case.] We should be prepared.

[iron_traitor]

Heh, when are we not?

[seesonlyred]

[That actually gets a quick smile as he looks up at her.] We'll leave at nightfall, then.

[He puts the knife back down and retrieves a small vial from somewhere.] I'd like to study this matter later. It appears to have certain...interesting properties.

[Including evaporation, apparently; most of the stuff that wasn't on them appears to have gone, leaving only a faint sticky residue. Realizing this, he walks up to Judas and carefully removes a glop from her shoulder, the metal of his fingers skimming her skin slightly. He doesn't back off as he transfers the goo to the vial. His fingers are tingling slightly; that's a good indicator of magical phenomena. It doesn't usually feel quite like that, though, and he looks at Judas oddly for a moment, as if she suddenly presents some sort of enigma.]

[iron_traitor]

[She wasn't expecting him to touch her like that, but didn't protest. But as his fingers brush her shoulder she inhales reflexively as her own skin tingles a bit. She quickly crosses her arms over herself to hide the goosebumps prickling down her arms.]

Your hands are cold. [As good an excuse as ever, one guessed. She raises an eyebrow as he looks at her.]

[seesonlyred]

[Judas that is a terrible excuse what are you doing.]

[He continues to stare her down, but now his expression is more calculating. He feels a bit odd, something's clearly messing with his circuits, but she's acting rather strangely herself. As a human, she'd likely suffer worse effects from the substance, and right now he's more concerned about her. Mostly because he doesn't want to have to lug her across the city tonight. Yeah.]

It may contain some magical residue. How do you feel?

[iron_traitor]

[Like she'd be a pain to lug around.]

[How does she feel? That's a bit loaded if you keep looking at her like that.]

About the same, I guess.

[She looks at the stuff in the vial.] Got any guesses on what it does?

[seesonlyred]

[He's not about to admit that he thinks he's being affected by it. It's probably just Chicago's magic field causing a few small issues, anyway. He tucks the vial into a coat pocket.] I'll have to run some tests to be certain.

But you may wish to wash it off. This would be an inconvenient time for you to fall ill. [His eyes skim her up and down; she definitely has a lot on her. Or enough, anyway. Maybe she should go take a shower. They have time for that, he's sure.]

[iron_traitor]

[Yeah, he's not Mr. Squeaky Clean over there either.]

What about you?

[seesonlyred]

[He glances over himself.] I am not nearly as vulnerable to such things as a human.

[It's all sorts of lies. Machines and magic really don't mix. Mainly it's because the only part of him that's really him to touch it has been his hand, and it's since stopped tingling, so it's probably okay. But even though he's pretty sure the rest of it is down to Chicago being a bitch, he slips off his coat, the most gel-covered piece of clothing by far, and tosses it on the couch.] Once I acquire a suitable test subject, we'll see exactly what it is capable of.

[iron_traitor]

[Hello, you're talking to the lady you've worked with for a while who probably knows that you don't get along with magic.]

What, you think I can't take care of myself? I'm crushed, Pollo.