Charlie: Sophia's Blood

With Charlies response Sophia slided one of her nails across her arm, creating a long and deep cut, going deeply underneath her skin and through flesh, forcing a dark fluid to start flowing out, only to be forced up in the air above her palm, forming slowly growing and pulsating sphere.

Due tocolor of her veins it would been clear that the hovering dark, nearly black fluid was infact her own blood, greatly affected over the years by the eyes and substances she devoured over the time. Her eyes remained locked on the wound which she soon reversed with her finger sliding across the wound itself, making it vanish without any trace before approaching the table with her palm open and orb of a dark fluid pulsating above her palm.

"Do you have any container to hide it in Charlie? IF not I can provide you with one of my own, I hope you will have a good use for it..." she addresses the much older woman with a soft tone with her hand and the blood bubble still extended.

(Sophia Rockbell)
With her request, a vial used for various sampling initiatives was flung out of her inner pocket. Yes, Charlie always carries a hollow vial in case of an emergency sampling! How quirky! The glass was gestured over toward Sophia for her to appropriate it and fill the container with the coveted blood.

"Should be fine. Just make sure to put it in fast before oxygen starts to mess with the fluid."

Charlie warned the woman, awaiting to have her sample in order to proceed with the project she had started ever since the Nerebia debacle had ended.

"And with that, I have blood of someone that had ingested the dreamer's essence, even if but a minuscule fraction. So, what do you want in return?"

Charlie inquired, back relaxed against her chair and one leg astraddle over the other.
(Charlie Avaline)