Open: Don't be scared we'll make it work

[tolife]

Who: Herbert West, Michael Morbius and others.
When: July 1st - July 31st
What: Both scientists getting settled in.
Where: Locations in starters
Warnings: Possibly some bad language, blood drinking in Michael's case.
Note: This will have multiple starter points and any warnings will update as needed.

Comments

[doesnotsparkle]

"I have met scientists like that. And even if it sounds hypocritical, those kind always get what they deserve. A few have had me kidnapped to try to replicate my curse as a drug to sell to the highest bidder. Luckily, it has never come to fruition, but I can only imagine how terrible this must be in your world."

He knew he probably deserved his curse for meddling with his own DNA. A desperate man wanting to live to his wedding day. Instead, now he was an unmarried monster, still learning from his mistakes.

That glassy look told him more than words could have. "How are people surviving with this much? That sounds like it would overtake the population." He had theories forming, but none were good. "Most likely not, but it's still always worth fighting, Mr. Kennedy." Seeing Leon motion for another, he added. "Let me cover that."

[needsabreak]

Leon starts to open his mouth to say something but seems to think better of it and clenches his teeth instead. Where he's from, these people don't exist in a vacuum. In his case, the government was also heavily involved.

"Yeah, some are selling to the highest bidder where I'm from too. I guess that's people's first thought regardless of world - how do I make a buck."

He doesn't continue until his shot arrives and he looks over at Michael, "You really don't have to."

But, if he insists, Leon isn't in much of a mood to argue, he just downs the drink.

"Depends on the incident. So far they've been contained... and there's seldom any survivors. Sometimes they fall to the virus, sometimes they fall to the 'cleanup'," Always worth fighting? He's nodding with conviction but internally he has his doubts.

[doesnotsparkle]

"Sadly, yes. That is human nature, they do not think of the ones they hurt until they hurt someone they care about." He knew that one intimately well. He'd always remember the taste of Emil Nikos blood, the blood of his best friend and first victim. It was what tried to keep him on the straight and narrow.

"Please, let me." He insisted, it made him feel better. "Tonight seems a night for drowning sorrows and pain, and I have recently won a battle at the Coliseum. Money isn't an issue. Those I can trust are, though, and I have a feeling you may become one of those, Leon." He admitted. He trusted too easily, and it often got him hurt, but he always hoped he could be better.

"That sounds terrible, the horrors of biological terrorism. I am sorry to hear your world is like this."

[needsabreak]

"In my experience, they tend to just turn into monsters themselves."

He looks at the shot as it's set in front of him but ends up sighing and giving him a nod that shifts into something of a rueful smirk, "Alright, fine. But if you make this a habit, I'm going to end up thinking you're just hoping my blood alcohol level will be high enough to make me palatable when the time comes."

He raises an eyebrow doubtfully at Michael's assessment but maybe he's right. And maybe when it came to one another, they'd both be able to break their revolving door of trusting too easily only to get burned and do it again.

"Yeah, well... it's a living, I guess," He says, bitterness creeping into his voice despite him trying for sarcasm, "Hey, thanks. For the drink."