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A Guide to the SMILE CORP. Medical FluidsSMILE CORP. Medical Fluids
Red – Regeneration
Regenerates the receiver
Temporarily stops bleeding and forms a thin barrier between the exposed flesh and outside
Recommended Use: Emergency situations (i.e. bleeding to death or serious injury and lull in fighting is not present)
Light Blue/white – Pain killer
Numbs the nerve receptors in the area hit
Spreads to the rest of the body depending on concentration
Large enough doses will cause death
Recommended Use: As needed. Use for pranks will not be tolerated
Green – Toxic/Poison
Poisons the receiver
May cause severe pain, nausea, dizziness, and hallucinations
Large doses or high concentrations will cause death
Recommended Use: As needed. Use on fellow agents is strongly advised against
Dark Blue – Stamina boost
Provides the receiver with a stamina boost
Lasts 3 hours
After use most become extremely fatigued
Recommended Use: Sparingly and only in dire circumstances
Frigate - Basic Info
Known name: Frigate
Rank: None Required
P.O.B: Lower Mensa, Canada
Build: Rather skinny, but still in shape
Eyes: Red, with a light blue reflective pupil
Works for: Bones
Distinguishing features: Frigate is an albino, and so his white hair, pale skin & red eyes are rather striking. He tries to disguise it by putting a blue or green hair dye at his roots, telling people that his hair has been made that way.
Has the Bio Hazard symbol tattooed on various parts of his body, as well as on several items of clothing. He does this as a joke, apparently, to annoy Bones.
Psychological Notes: After much observation, it has been deduced that Frigate shows symptoms of Psychopathy, and it has been accepted that he is a Clinical Psychopath. Psychopathy is a personality disorder that has been various
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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