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Trahir Trahison Trahir steps into the apartment, trenchcoat slung over his arm. He walks to the desk and drapes it over the back of the computer chair and call out. "Corentine, are you home?"

Corentine She hears him speaking...but oddly, already had sensed him. " Yes, I arrived about an hour ago." She didn't want to harp on the fact that they had agreed to meet an hour earlier..men, always operating on their own schedule.

Trahir Trahison "I just came from a meeting with the head of one of the vampire factions in the city. They deal in Masquerade violations and eliminate those who pose a risk to our secrecy." He taps a few buttons on the compter keyboard and brings up the violations list. "These guys, and others."

Corentine "Explain to me your definition of elimination?" Cori is curious to as why Trahir met with anyone. Her mind starts to wander...what is he planning, why has he met with so many of his kind as of late. Curiosity will always be Cori's weakness...

Trahir Trahison He looks up from the screen toward the sound of her voice. "The type of elimination that ends the problem for a good long while if not forever." He figures she will get the gist of that. "Are we going to go to the slums to feed tonight or would you prefer to hit the shop, get a blood bag and maybe walk the river?"

Corentine She wants to hunt...but it is late, already and time is short for them..before dawn. " What would you prefer to do?" She walked closer to him so she could read his body language. She wants to know if he will do as he desires, or what she wants.

Trahir Trahison He steps closer and in a highly uncharacteristic display of affection he brings his hand to her cheek. Looking into her eyes he says in a lowered tone "I want to see you successful. I want to see you... happy. I know I have been gone the past couple nights."

Corentine She takes a step back...an immediate guttural reaction. Her eyes lower, " I want to learn how to hunt successfully, to be able to make my own way through the streets." She wants to tell him that it should have nothing to do with her happiness, it is more of a necessity of sorts. She is curious if her facial expressions tell a story..is she that transparent...or is he that in tune with her. " Whatever you see as best, Trahir," she says in a low tone..raising her hand to sweep her hair behind her ears.

Trahir Trahison "We should hunt then. Time constraints may be tight, but I'd like to see you in action." He picks his trenchcoat back off the chair, loosens his ponytail to let his hair fall free and hits the 'shut down' button on the computer.

Corentine It is not the choice she would have made...not even close. Cori feels a bit of relief..maybe he can't read me? " Let me change into boots and grab my coat."

Trahir Trahison He watches her walk into the bedroom impassively. Thoughts and plans flash through his head as he stands still as a statue, not breathing, not blinking. He will broach the topic of the faction again later on. He would like to get his thoughts out and is starting to feel comfortable with Corentine, but a hunt would do him some good right now.

Corentine Cori grabs her black leather boots from beside the bed, sits and puts them on. They are high laced Doc Martens...not her usual attire but will serve her well, she hopes. She wanders to the nightstand and grabs a black ponytail holder... a high pony will do, surely. She does not want anything getting in the way of her success this evening. Cori grabs her coat off of the chair and heads back to where trahir is. " Ok, i am ready..where to?"

End Live action Roleplay

The events between this post and the next are contained within Trahir's Journal entry logged Wed May 13, 2015.

The following is a transcript of a live action roleplay

Trahir Trahison Trahir had committed to taking Corentine out at least twice a week for either feeding or training in combat. He didn't do this simply out of a benevolent feeling he had toward her, though certainly that was there as well. No, Trahir as always was being as self-serving as only one with his name could be. He was going to need his strength up for the contest he was engaged in and it gave him the opportunity to watch her and assure that she was not going to be problematic for him. He was trying to join a faction which held secrecy paramount and therefore her name being inextricable and irrevocably linked to his meant his reputation was as well, for better or worse. As she was getting ready he quietly sat reading the paper. Lies, cover-ups and misdirection was the order of the day with Harper Rock's press. That was a good thing in his eyes.

Corentine Tonight is the night when Cori actually feeds on another human…wait, she gets to feed on a human, as Cori is now a vampire. Trahir has volunteered to train me...as if it is an art. Killing another…suppose it requires some skill, just not sure what skill it requires, yet. Trahir has been aloof as of late, always on his phone or on that damn computer. He seems distant, as if something important is consuming all his time. Not that it matters much…Cori wants to learn, and him volunteering his time is beneficial. Typical attire for a hunt, black T-shirt, jeans and boots. Cori puts up her hair in a tight, high pony and applies a tad bit of lip gloss. She feels as though she should dress the part. Her mother always taught her to look the part…and tonight she will.

Trahir Trahison As she emerges from her room, Trahir has come to think of it as such, he looks up as he sets the paper to the side and looks his over, scrutinizing everything about her. He starts with the hair, notes the lip gloss and frowns slightly. The t-shirt receives a casual once-over and the jeans and boots barely even that. He holds up his hand with his index finger downward and makes a twirling motion with it. He says nothing yet, just a gesture for her to spin around.

Corentine “You have got to be kidding me”, she says with a sharper than usual tone. With that being said, Cori takes her hand…puts her middle finger up and brings it to her lips. Cori then bares her fangs and kisses her middle finger…hoping he gets the message, clearly. This should be fun…excitement coupled with small learning moments. Cori readies her mental notebook…preparing to document Trahir’s movements as well as the information that he divulges, during this hunt.

Trahir Trahison Learning. It's a process, Trahir is aware of this. He knows that he should at least try and appear as though her feelings on this type of thing matter to him but somehow he just can't seem to do so. She is reacting accordingly, playing right into what he wanted. "Look at your finger. Tell me your error. Fix it." he says casually, pulling the paper back in front of his face. "Then come back and tell me why."

Corentine “I will wear lip-gloss if I want to”. By the time we end up hunting, it will have worn off. The time that it takes for this mixture of chemicals to dissipate is about 30 minutes. He may not know this…I am betting he doesn’t. Typical…

Trahir Trahison He folds the top of the newspaper over and looks at her. His eyes glint in the candlelight. Trahir hates bright light. It's not that he dislikes the cadaver-like pallor it casts on his flesh, but on hers. He loves the way the candles make the shadows dance over her flesh. It's erotic. He lets the newspaper cover his face once more and begins reading once again, languidly kicking his foot up on the nearby ottoman.

Corentine “Are you ready, Boss?” Cori knew he would like this...his arrogance is palatable…but may prove to be useful to her. Cori loves a challenge, Trahir is a challenge…in more ways than one.

Trahir Trahison "You are eager to hunt. I would say the lobby would be a fine place this evening. It's nice and quick to get to, close by and I think I saw some loners at the bar. It's dimly lit enough that the atmosphere should be nice and agreeable to our complexion." He stands, not bothering with a jacket, and walks to the door. He is wearing CK shirt and jeans with a simple silver necklace and a Seiko titanium watch this evening. A nice pair of loafers. "I want to be back here within twenty minutes. There are other matters I would discuss with you tonight my darling."

Corentine “Hold on”… Cori thought she was going to the slums, the city…her attire would just not do for the lobby bar. “Hold on for about five minutes, it should not take long.” Cori ran back to the bedroom and undressed with such speed. She retrieved the only black dress she had brought from her own residence and the strappy pair of heels that she could not ever travel without. The high pony came out and she loosely tied her hair in a quick little bun…she applied more lip-gloss, just took make her point. Cori ran back to where Trahir was…” I am ready now”.

Trahir Trahison "You are going to be feeding in a public place. The lip gloss may interfere with the sealing of the wound and if the target if married may show on his collar or throat and raise questions the victim would not be able to answer. Though that is merely an inconvenience, a botched healing might lend itself to questions about two scars the distance of which a human mouth with elongated canines could make." Finally he turns from the door, looking her. over. "You look very nice, if Jon wore lip gloss I would imagine him being disgruntled over having to remove it as well..."

Corentine “Listen up, big man… the lip gloss has no color, it will be gone within a short amount of time…don’t you worry your pretty little face now”. Cori knew she should have refrained a bit…but likening her to his idiot of a childe, well, was over the line. Damn, he choose the slag…mistakes, always can be rectified.

Trahir Trahison "Very well. Though I much prefer you without." She is missing two vital points. One of them being the gloss getting into the cut and leaving a mark, the second, the more important is he is losing faith that she can follow directions. He walks casually into his bedroom and emerges with a towel. in one hand and his knife in the other. "Pick one". The words are spoken with an almost jovial attitude and there is a strange smile that has crossed his countenance. It's a smile she has seen before when she has seen that knife put to use in the catacombs and in the slums...

Corentine “Let me ponder that choice a moment”. Cori knows she cannot beat him, yet…although any fight would not be quick, quite the contrary. She realizes that it best not fight every battle, even though a win is near 100%. Cori walks over to Trahir, reaches for the knife and then quickly with the opposing hand takes the towel. She brings it to her mouth and with a quick swipe, all the glass is gone...it is then, that she takes that towel and drops it at his feet, turns away…”Shall we go?”

Trahir Trahison Reaching out he opens the door, tossing his knife onto the computer desk behind her. He sweeps to the side and with a small bow motions to the open portal. "After you my lady. You really do look ravishing." The worst of it is that the compliment is genuine, she can tell that by the look in his eye and the tone in his voice. "Don't forget your purse."

Corentine Cori smiles…a smile that can be taken in a multitude of ways. She walks over to the table and grabs her small black clutch…his money, her ID and lip-gloss. She feels quite confident...so many reasons why. “Thank you kind sir, I am ready now.”

Trahir Trahison Indeed she is. Yet in so many ways not. He steps out after her into the hallway offering his arm as he closes the door behind them with lightning speed. There is a tiny audible click as the door latches. "Safety first," he explains. "Those candles could start a fire." His gives his a sheepish grin and motions down the corridor with his other hand, the one not held out to her. "Shall we?"

Corentine Her immediate reaction is to say “After you”, but she refrains, once again. Cori heads down the hallways, ready as she ever will be to take her first life…suppose it is best not to think of it in that way. Better to say, to quench ones thirst, sounds a tad better.

Trahir Trahison He lets his arm drop and shakes his head. So much breeding and potential gone so awfully awry. He frowns after her a moment and follows leisurely. after her. His mind, unlike his physical form is racing. He's the proverbial duck, calm on the outside and paddling like helll under the surface. He wants this one to be perfect but realizes that takes refinement. She has refinement but refuses to put it into play. He wants to take her to task for it but were he to do so he would simply be pushing her to push back. Quite the conundrum. As he reaches the elevator a step or two behind her he reaches out and hits the 'down' arrow. "You can be a beautiful monster Corentine. You have the potential to be perfect. Let me help you unlock it. Stop fighting me."

Corentine Cori was the type of woman who could read you...even if you didn’t show anything upon your face. She has the uncanny ability to look into one’s eyes and learn so very much from them. It had always been a skill of hers…it seems as though, with her new life, that ability has become even stronger and more accurate. “Don’t worry Trahir, I am more ready than you think…I fight when a battle arises, no other time”. It is then when she does something so out of character…she reaches for his hand and takes it within her own, a small smile comes across her lips.

Trahir Trahison The elevator ride down is in silence. It's not awkward, not to him at least. His mind is occupied by everything going on. Later on, after she feeds and after he has he will tell her what he believes she needs to know. She will be angered by his double standard no doubt and he will handle her reaction as circumstances dictate. As the doors chime open and they step out of the elevator his gives her a twirl, watching the way her body moves in the gentle spin and releases her hand. "No bodies, no evidence." he says quietly to her and steps past her toward the bar, already sizing up several singles mingling arouond the area.

Corentine Cori isn’t nervous, not even a bit phased by what she is about to do. She has become resolute… Cori steps out first and heads to the bar...taking everything in as she does. The proximity of the bar to the elevator, to the bathroom, front door etc…she mentally records everything...even the location of all the people in the bar. She has no need to size anyone here up...she knows what she is capable of and will see that it is carried out quickly. Not just quickly, but with little to no attention paid to her or the victim. She walks over to the dimly lit bar and takes a seat upon the bar stool. She has placed herself in view of a gentleman that she noticed as soon as she got off the elevator. She nods to the bartender and when he arrives, she requests a glass of water in a wine glass. Reasons for this, simple…appearances are integral to any facade.

Trahir Trahison He makes his way toward a woman off in the corner, he has not seen her before but can tell from the look in her eyes she is both intoxicated and lonely. She reeks of desperation and as he nears her he starts up a low conversation. Apparently he is invited to sit as he does, offering his hand palm up to her and bringing her hand up to his lips as she places her palm down into it. A moment, a snare, a lure, a kiss on the back of her hand is all it takes and the woman slumps in her seat looking all the more intoxicated and dazed. Trahir frowns, feigned of course and motions to the bartender, calling over to him "I think my companion needs help to her room. She's had enough for one night."

Corentine Water in a wine glass…can pass as a light Chablis or something similar. Who sits at a bar with nothing to drink? Cori makes eye contact with the gentlemen that sits diagonal to her…that and a simple smile was all it took to have him get up from his seat and head over. He was dressed in a suit, with no tie...and looked unusually distressed. Not that she cared...he was merely a victim, or soon to be one.

Trahir Trahison Corentine seemed to be doing well. Trahir dabbed his mouth with his bev nap unnecessarily and then folded it, placing it into his pocket as he stands to aid the bartender in getting the woman to her feet. She is quite dazed of course, the effect of the Kiss upon mortals. Trahir makes small talk with the other man as they help move her to the front desk where the man there calls a bellboy to help her to her apartment. Trahir notes the name and apartment number they mention for future reference and watches with a slightly furrowed brow. The look of a man who has lost out on his chance for a sexual conquest for the evening. As the elevator doors close behind the woman and her small entourage Trahir bumps the bartender's arm playfully. "Ah well, there's more fish in the sea eh?" The other man gives a knowing look and a chuckle and heads back to work and Trahir makes his way outside for some fresh air.

Corentine He sat rather close to Cori…closer than she would have preferred. It was then that her mind shifted gears…she had baited the fish, now time to reel it in and bring it on aboard. The conversation was friendly, with an undertone of need...not so much from her, but he reeked of it. He was here on business, for a job he hated...divorced and no children. He wanted a good time…how typical a comment. She expected no more and he definitely fit her bill for the night. Cori made sure to laugh when appropriate, move her legs closer to him…crossing and uncrossing, and synchronized in a way. He then reached in his pocket and pulled out a room card…waving it in front of her like it was some sort of prize. It took everything in her not to punch the man square in the jaw...but she smiled and dropped her eyes. Guaranteed hook right there...they seemed to love submission, all of them. Cori stood up and grabbed her clutch…the man paid his tab and reached for Cori’s arm...which, unlike with Trahir, she gave to him. Cori and her mark walked to the elevator...chatting idly about nothing in particular. It was more of a single sided conversation, with a lot of “Oh” and “That is great”, statements made from Cori.

Trahir Trahison Leaning against the entryway speaking with the doorman Trahir noted Corentine going off with the man. He felt a sudden stab of something noting her hand on his arm. Was that anger? Jealousy? There was no way he was jealous of a figurative steak was there? Where the hell was she going? The elevator. He waited a moment, enough time for them to get inside and excused himself from his conversation with the doorman and made his way back inside. He wants to note which floor Corentine and the man get off on. Glancing at his watch and feigning impatience after seeing which one they stop at he heads to the stairwell and starts climbing.

Corentine The conversation continued into the elevator...more of the same boring chatter. Cori keeps focus, this is a meal...it has a purpose. The elevator stops and he allows her to enter the hallways first…the mark directs her to his room, all with a smile. Upon entering the room Cori, once again, analyzes everything...it is a must when in situations such as this. She recalls Trahir telling her that he wanted to be back in the room in twenty minutes...doubting it was because he missed her, more because he had some other place to be. It took less than three minutes for the leech to be on her...she was taken back and disgusted for a brief moment...but it was now time. Cori grabs the man’s cheeks between her hands and kisses him…she recalls a smile come upon his lips, how very sad he is. With a simple kiss, a graze of her fangs, the man becomes like a rag doll…Cori allows him to slump to the floor. As she stands over him, she wonders if she is actually ready for this...it is not like she is killing anyone, more like borrowing some life fluid from them. Cori is not aware of how long this trance like state will last, so she drops to her knees and maneuvers the man into a prone position…” Well, **** it!” she exclaims...as she bends over to take what she has worked for.

Trahir Trahison He emerges from the stairwell and they are gone. No sign of them. He lets out a low growl and focuses his blood, his perception heightening the fibres of the carpet coming into stark contrast, the scents of the place bombarding him, the sounds... now that is what he was seeking. He walks down the corridor standing outside the door a moment and then steps back. Leaning against the wall across from the door he can hear them from. The thud as the man hits the floor gives him brief pause and he considers barging in. Reminding himself to have patience he waits though, hears her expletive and guesses she is just now about to feed. A crooked smile comes across his lips. There is no sounds of passion from within, just a feeding. For reasons unbeknownst to him at this time it pleases him to know this.

Corentine Cori cradled the marks shoulders in her right arm as she turned his head to expose his pulsing carotid...Cori just watched it for a brief moment, knowing full well that soon she would be suckling from it. A small bit of fear entered into her mind at that moment...maybe it was the fact that she had only fed on forest animals since she was turned and she had no idea what the taste of human blood would do to her…or it’s the fact that she knows he his close, Trahir. She has the feeling that he is watching or listening…and she wonders why. It is then, when she lowers her head to the marks neck and opens her mouth exposing her fangs…she bites...hard and fast…her lips wrap around the wounds and she feeds. The fluid that enters her mouth is divine...slightly metallic and so very thick…she can feel this man, feel his essence. Cori drinks and drinks heartily…but, knowing her limits, she only takes what she needs...never more, ever. The feeling she gets whilst drinking is like nothing she has ever felt before…it is like life, fire, all that which she has been seeking for so long now. Then, as fast as it began, she stops…licks the wound and places the marks head upon the floor, checking his pulse before she leaves...still very strong. Cori knows that she has remnants of her feeding on her lips, but leaves it there...it will serve a purpose soon enough. Cori stands, straightens her dress and heads to the door...quietly. She opens the door and sees him standing there...it is then that she uses her tongue to rid her lips of the last remnants of the feeding. “Hello there, Trahir”, she says with a smile.

Trahir Trahison It has an effect on him. He doesn't try to hide it, his head lowered and his eyes show a hunger like none she has seen. Be it for the blood she licked away, or for the tongue that did it he is on her in the blink of an eye, pressing her against the door of the apartment she just left, his knee between her legs and his hands on either side of her head. "I trust you licked the wounds so well..." he says. His face is perhaps an inch from her own, his eyes boring into hers. His voice could be rage or passion, so unlike him to show either outwardly. He is as still as a statue and she can see from the prominence of arteries and veins in his arms that he has channeled the blood... somehow... The impression he gives is that were he a mortal, he would be trembling.

Corentine Cori is taken back at the speed of his movements…but that soon passes. What she sees is the blood flowing through the veins in his neck, the movement of blood passing through…Cori takes her right hand and raises it to his neck...her index finger traces the vein in his neck…ever so gently. “So I take it that you approve?” “Would you care to check on the mark, Trahir?” said with both a smile and a snide tone.

Trahir Trahison His eyes remain locked on hers, thoughts race through his mind, she can see something within his eyes as they move between her own. There's a moment where it seems he will act on whatever urge is within and then it passes. He recedes from her, his own hand coming up and taking hers lightly, the other coming together with it to cradle hers between them and he leans forward and kisses it gently. "He is alive, his heartbeat is strong and his breathing regular. You have done perfectly." He releases her hand, letting it slip from between his as he steps back and once more his arm is offered. "Shall we?"

Corentine There is something internal that tells Cori, to just walk ahead…do not take what he is offering. For some reason, she takes his arm in hers...giving him what he requested but failed to get earlier in the eve. “Shall we go, I know you stated you have some words to share with me before you set off...once again.”

Trahir Trahison He lingers for just a moment, and sets off down the hallway together with her. The hand on his arm... he can feel every fibre of his shirt, he can feel the softness of her hand through it... his senses are too acute and he releases it, the veins visible altering, blending in with his near alabaster flesh now. "Yes, there are things you must know. Things that could affect you greatly."

Corentine Cori wonders what he is speaking about…maybe he has some vital information for her. Is that why he has had his head buried in the computer and his phone, as if it is a novel of epic proportion? “I cannot wait to hear this, Trahir.”

Trahir Trahison It doesn't take long before he is opening the door for her to the apartment and motioning her inside once again. He closes the door behind them and turns on the chandelier over the living room long enough to light the candles. He has grown to detest even the dim artificial light shed by the chandalier (which had lied and promised to give the semblence of candlelight). He gives her a moment to settle in, walks over to the sectional in the far corner and sits down waiting for her to change if she wishes to and rid herself of her human guise.

Corentine “Give me ten minutes”. Cori retreats to the bedroom and strips down...she heads to the shower and turns the water on hot… almost scalding. She wants his scent off of her...it makes her nauseous. After a quick cleanse, Cori hops out of the shower and heads back to the bedroom. She puts on a tank and shorts...normal attire for lounging. This, she feels, will be a lounging sort of night. Before she leaves the bedroom, she puts her hair up in a high pony and puts on that dreaded gloss...she wants to make a point and she is hoping that this does just that.

Trahir Trahison By the time she walks back in Trahir is sitting with a leather bound book on the couch beside him. He motions to it without a single word, indeed without raising his gaze to her.

Corentine Cori walks over and sits down close to him. Closer than she suspects he likes. “What is that,” she asks… “Is it some sort of ledger or diary?” Coris crosses her legs and turns her body so it faces Trahir...Her elbows rest upon her thighs and her head rests in her hands…perfect position for listening.

Trahir Trahison "It's my journal. It details my time as a vampire. I would like you to read it and if you have questions, ask. If you wish to leave after reading it I will understand and I will not hunt you down." He reaches down, scoops up the precious book and hands it to her. "I would like for you to stay," he adds simply.

Corentine Cori says nothing…she takes the book from Trahir’s hands and places it in her lap. She feels as though he has just opened up to her… this gesture is, sweet in a way. Of course, she is aware that most everything he does has a purpose...it must be beneficial for him. “Thank you Trahir, I will read this with great pleasure”. Cori then ponders his invitation to stay…” I will stay… for now.”

Trahir Trahison He watches her a long moment. He doesn't nod, he doesn't give any indication of hearing her say she will stay. He simply stands and reaches down, takes her hand and presses it to his lips. It's so very reminiscent of his earlier feeding... With that he walks toward his room quietly and disappears around the corner. "Leave it on the computer desk when you are done. I set a multitude of traps in my room. You don't want to set them off," he says from within.

Corentine " Goodnight, Trahir."

The next evening...

Something is nagging Trahir. A feeling of anxiety rising within him. He doesn't generally get nervous, he is reserved, calm, even cold most of the time. He can face down zombies, mooncalves, gangsters and worse within batting an eye but this... this is a challenge for the young vampire. This is nerve wracking, this worries him.
He's going to have to introduce Corentine to Velveteen.

He had never enjoyed introducing women when he was alive. They never seemed to get along. They were what he thought of as catty-cordial. A simple "Oh I love your shoes" could mean a hundred things it seemed. Now he was going to be represented by his grand-childe as he introduced her to the leader of the faction he is trying to enter. To him, a perfectionist, this could spell massive amounts of trouble for him.

It wasn't just that Corentine sometimes gave attitude that has Trahir worried. He doesn't know the social protocal for introductions between the dead. He is also worried he has not taught Corentine well enough, that he has failed her.
Trahir picks up his phone as it rings, not recognizing the number.

The following transcript was a live chat roleplay

Trahir Trahir here.

Corentine Hi

Trahir Ah, Corentine. I needed to speak with you.. Convenient of you to call.

Corentine I just got this web phone and thought I would try it out. So, what is it you needed to speak to me about?

Trahir I've been asked to introduce you to someone actually.

Corentine Uh, introduce me to whom?

Trahir Is this line secure?

Corentine Secure? Are you serious? It obviously is, I made sure of that.

Trahir Good girl. Now I need you to listen carefully. You will be meeting with a lady by the name of Velveteen. She is the faction leader, one of them anyway for Tytonidae.

Corentine First off. that was derogatory and I will ask you not to refer to me that..again. Second, why the hell would I meet with anyone? you did not discuss this with me, nor make me privy to any information regarding such..until now.

Trahir Exactly. And now you are aware of it. Tytonidae has tasked themselves with protecting the masquerade so this is a chance to prove that you are no threat to it by simply making a good impression. That will definitely go a long way toward ensuring your survival.

Corentine You are ridiculous! Acknowledge what I just said to you, please. Then i will entertain your proposition, after you answer some questions.

Trahir Corentine, my dear. You should begin with a "Thank you Trahir". This is quite the boon I've done you.

Corentine I will not thank you for something that requires no thanks, yet.

Trahir Ah I do hate phones. It's so much more difficult to express how perilously close you may be coming to upsetting me. Tomorrow evening I will be taking you out shopping for an outfit and accessories for this meeting. I will need you at your best, freshly fed and on your best behaviour.

Corentine Have I told you yet that you are an ***? How about you give me the cash and I will shop...you certainly have uh, a different sense of style than I do.

Trahir Corentine, my beloved, I have already picked out the outfit. I am only coming with you to assure the fit and tailoring is correct. It's fool-proof. No need for you to overthink it.

Corentine Oh, my dearest Trahir...you should really learn some social skills. Being that you already went through the trouble, I will oblige. Understand though...if the outfit is repulsive and matronly, I will rage. I have questions for you about this, though. You will need to answer them before I agree to this meeting.

Trahir Fair enough, as long as you rage with grace and dignity befitting an ambassador of my lineage. Where are you currently?

Corentine In your apartment. I was about to go and hunt in the bar, as I saw a few easy marks hovering around. You know the type, don't you?

Trahir I'll be there shortly.

Corentine I will wait twenty minutes, no more. Until then.

*click*

Trahir A short time later Trahir steps into the apartment. He wears a black Wind River sweater and a pair of carpenter style jeans with combat boots.. He nods to Corentine and walks straight into his room. A moment later and the shower can be heard running from the room. "How has your evening been going?" he calls out to her.

Corentine As soon as he walked in, Cori wanted to take him out at the knees…but refrained. She wonders why he ran off to the shower so quickly…quite odd. “My day went well, actually. I spent it killing zombies in the catacombs and scavenging for random melee weapon parts.” It is not like this was exciting, but it kept Cori busy during the day.

Trahir "Lovely" he says. He sounds distracted slightly, his voice strained, perhaps restrained. After a few moments the water shuts off and he emerges from his room. while pulling a robe over his form. As he closes it and pulls the belt tight, looping it he says "You will thank me for this meeting I set up later. It could be an important step for you."

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Corentine Cori did not react to him when he walked out, naked. Not sure if it was purposeful or not, she thought it best to keep her thoughts about what she just saw, to herself. The immediate reaction that she had to seeing him, she buried…and buried deep. “Why do you think you are doing me some favor, Trahir” She wanted him to know that his approach with her needed to change. She was not a child, nor was she one of those lesser beings that shuffled through the city. Cori wanted to get up on her pedestal and start a rant, but thought it best to save it…for another day. Cori moved over to the couch and sat down…pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Come here Trahir, tell me what is so damn important with this meeting”. She knew that this meeting was important, merely by observing him when he spoke about it. He seemed to be out of sorts…distracted. This was not something she was use to with him. Maybe this is the reason he has been buried in his phone and computer...oblivious to everything else.

Trahir Trahir takes his time, first he makes his way to the cabinets in the kitchen and comes back with some food for the fish and then again walks back into his room. There is the sound of a lid being opened, a splash and then the lid shutting once more before he comes back to the living room and seats himself on the couch. "I have the opportunity to further our cause, survival, and possibly to also sever our ties to my own sire whose motives are unknown and the threat he or she potentially poses also unknown. I need you to aid in this. I need you to be the sparkling debutante and wow your audience."

Corentine Cori sits back against the couch and pulls her legs in closer to her chest. Pondering…why would she care about his sire and any connection that he has or doesn’t have. Does he even realize that her sire sucks and it is ALL his fault! I am sure that the thought of Revelation being her sire slips his mind…unfortunately, it is always upon hers. “Who is this person and why do I need to be involved? How is it beneficial to ME?” She knows he just said their cause and their survival…she is smart enough to know, he meant his own. Cori’s mind raced…her curiosity was now coupled with her need to help Trahir...but why? It is not like he has done anything to help her and her alone.

Trahir She's whip smart, his grand-childe. She knows that this is for him, makes a point to tell him that. She also is showing a protective posture, again, smart. "It will benefit you by giving you a contact in one of if not the most well organized group of vampires in the city. Vampires who happen to be very proficient at killing other vampires." He lowers his voice and say under his breath, nearly a whisper, "Vampires that are older, stronger and more knowledgeable than I am." Oh how he loathes that. There was another word that would have summed it all up. Better. That word crosses his mind but not his lips. He'll be the best pupil he can be until he can become the best there is at what he does. Time. That's all he needs. Time and... help. "It really is an invaluable asset."

Corentine Cori is silent...her mind is operating at warp speed. Should she fight him on this, as she always does...or should she just play a role, like he wants. She knows that he tries to manipulate her but she is aware that he realizes that at times, he will fail. Cori has never been good at surrendering to another, maybe it is a weakness, maybe a strength…at times, both. The issue at hand is she feels some sort of responsibility to Trahir...and that leaves her confused… Cori stretches her legs out and places her feet gently upon the floor, turns her body so she is facing Trahir and with a low tone says,” Alright, I will do as you wish, this time.”

Trahir "Very good." Trahir says. At least that is one issue down. Now it's just a matter of the meeting going smoothly. He doesn't know exactly what to expect. He has serious doubts about this. Women are unpredictable at the best of times, sometimes it seems as though they thrive on it. There is no reason why this time should be any different.. "Velveteen has been teaching me, she has become something akin to what a sire should be. I know your own sire is not the most... adept at the task, but I have been attempting to make up for that as much as possible with you." It's not quite an apology, but it is the closest she has ever heard him utter.

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Trahir Trahir walks out from his room as Corentine opens the door and sweeps into the apartment. He looks her up and down and gives a small smile. "You did very well last evening. Very impressive." He doesn't tend to be the most complimentary of people to begin with, nor the most emotional. He does have moments, very brief ones where the man he was shines through on the face of the monster he has become. Corentine, being perceptive will likely notice that he looks different, human. His skin pallor not pale at all, in fact he looks to have a... tan?

Corentine Cori had a good day in the catacombs… killing zombies. It was very dirty work but oh so beneficial. She worked on her stealth abilities and tried different methods of killing with each zombie. It was relatively disgusting… every time she saw ooze seep from the wounds of the zombies, she wanted to puke. “ Hello Trahir.” Something was different about him… he was kind of orange. Not like the fruit…more like a used basketball. “How are you today? I really need to use the shower before we continue any banter…is it free?”

Trahir "Yes absolutely..." he says, motioning to the bathroom near her room, still barring egress into his own room. His bathroom had been redone when he first moved in and had the jetted tub, but Corentine has not been allowed in since very shortly after she moved in. Trahir insists on his room being off limits for some reason.

Corentine “ Why can’t I use the one in your room?” Cori had been wondering this and thought now was the time to ask. “I prefer that shower, there is more room.” Cori flips off her shoes into the corner and heads towards Trahir’s room.

Trahir He places his arms out to the side, blocking the doorway. "Still remodeling," he says blandly. There isn't the same determination as usual though in his tone when he says it. Like it's more of a habit than a true desire to stop her. Perhaps his barriers are lowering with her slightly.

Corentine “ I really do not care if you are remodeling… I want to use that shower.” Cori figures he owes her after her little show last night… owes her more than a shower in a remodeled bathroom. Cori grasps Trahir’s arm at the elbow with her right hand and wraps her left around his wrist. “ I want to go in…”

Trahir He doesn't fight her at all, allowing her to move his arm out of her way. "Very well. Mind the floor." He glances into the room before stepping backward into it allowing her to enter as she wishes.

Corentine “ Thank you”. Cori Moves his arm and ducks a bit underneath it…all while smiling at him with a grin. One of those, yeah I just won grins. “ Give me a few moments, it was a busy day for me.” Cori heads into the room, not even turning on the light and heads right to the bathroom. With a single movement she undresses and turns on the shower. Cori waits for the temperature to be right, then enters…the feeling of the hot water on her skin is like nirvana. “ So Trahir’” she beckons from the bathroom “ let me hear some more of your thoughts on the meeting last night. Did I pass?”

Trahir Trahir smiles as he hears the water come on. "You are doing absolutely marvelously. Do me a small favor and pass me that bucket behind the door while you are still decent please." The bucket of course contains what looks like hunks of steak... and a hand complete with some bling, gaudy golden rings on the fingers. He'd met the gentleman in the slums and well... crocodiles needed to eat too.

Corentine " I am already in the shower Trahir, just come and get what you need."

Corentine ((c)) Cori knew what was in the bucket, she already saw it. He wanted a reaction from her... Another damn test...another she will pass. Is he becoming more predictable?

Trahir "Just dump it into the croc's aquarium when you come out then." he replies amicably. His voice is warm and friendly as though he has asked her to get his chihuahua a milkbone.be sure to get the ring off though first. "It'll sell."

Corentine " I will not!" Cori finds herself yelling now. " I will be clean and I refuse to get all bloody, once again...you do your dirty work, Big man'. Did she just say that? A small giggle comes from Cori... Wait, crocodiles...you have got to be kidding me. Is this man serious or what?

Trahir "Then maybe you could do it before you finish." The words carry no inflection. Utterly frigid. Emotionless. They also don't come from outside of the bedroom either. "Personally I think you would look exquisite blood drenched with a reptilian backdrop."

Corentine " Trahir...I will not touch a bucket filled with parts, now." Cori cannot believe this man's persistence. If she wasn't thoroughly enjoying the shower, she would get the bucket and dump it over his head.

Trahir The sound of him getting off the bed, his bare feet padding over the floor are drowned out by the sound of the shower. Almost, but not quite drowned out is a murmured word "Pity." It is spoken nearly under his breath. Through the glass enclosure of the shower she can see his silhouette moving as he opens the door and retrieves the bucket himself. He exits the bathroom without another word.

Corentine Cori hears him come to retrieve his little bucket, thankfully. She finishes up in the shower, washing the last bit of soap from her body. Reluctantly, she turns off the shower and gets out, grabbing a plush white towel as she exits. Wrapping the towel around her, she exits into the now well lit room. In a low tone Cori says” You have got to be kidding me.” As she glances around the bedroom.

Trahir Trahir has the lid off an eight foot long, four foot tall and three feet wide aquarium where two crocodiles, both under three feet are waiting. He dumps the contents of the bucket into the water and the two reptiles lazily snatch up there rewards. The chunks having been small enough to be eaten whole are taken with languid sideways swipes of the animals' heads. No thrashing, no rolling as they swallow the pieces with little bobbing motions. Trahir sets the bucket down and glances over to Corentine, a blank expression on his face. "They can digest bones. I fed them rocks."

Corentine “ I will not even ask why you bought crocodiles.” Cori begins to tap her right foot, slowly at first. She wants to change and get into jeans and a T. Trahir seems to not understand that he is holding this up. Men, always oblivious.

Trahir He watches her, perhaps oblivious, perhaps not. He motions to the bed. Laid out on it's surface atop silken sheets are her clothes. He turns and moves silently from the room, leaving the door open.

Corentine Cori glances to the bed and sees that he left out a T and shorts. Suppose they will be a tad more comfortable than jeans… maybe he is not so oblivious. Cori grabs some undergarments out of the dresser on the opposite side of “Tank of death” and drops the towel. She pays no mind to the fact that the door is ajar… as she does not think that he even has interest in her in that way. She is not covered in blood or sewer slime… why would he be. “ So Trahir, I heard some rumblings of drama around the hotel… care to tell me about it?”

Trahir He enters the room assuming since she is speaking she must be dressed. He walks past her, ignoring the question for the moment and picks up a familiar leather bound book laid on his bedside table. Once he has claimed his prize he glances over to her. "You really are stunning Corentine, even in... a towel."Hm, he had been slightly pre-emptive. "I'll be in the living room once you are decent." With that he turns and exits the room once more leaving her question hanging.

Corentine Cori just stands there as he walks through the room. Did he seriously need to grab his journal now? Cori replies with “ Thank you Trahir, what a nice compliment.” Then makes a decision… one that will surely allow her to pass this test. Cori grabs her clothes and follows Trahir into the living room..waiting for him to sit and open his journal. Cori stands facing Trahir and gets dressed…slower than she would normally and never letting her eyes drop from him. Hoping he gets the message…she cannot and will not be phased.


Trahir Trahir sits down and, as expected does indeed open his journal, patting the spot beside him on the sofa. "You asked about the bonding ritual last night. What did you hope to accomplish by doing so?"

Corentine Cori finishes putting on her clothes and sits down next to Trahir. " I had been thinking the other day about my family, about people that I was close to..and i was missing that feeling, the bond. When i saw the two of them together, it brought back many memories... ones that I had forgotten and ones that I know now, that I miss." Cori was not as descript as Trahir likes..but he will figure it out.

Trahir "I want what they have. Not as far as temporal possessions. That closeness. That bond." Trahir hefts his journal, setting it to the side. "When I was mortal I was married. Had children. They died in a car crash right before I was embraced. The funeral was actually the morning after..."

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Corentine " I am sorry for your loss, sincerely." Cori knew some of this already...the journal entries she read coupled with his overall aura, showed her that the loss weighed heavily upon him. Cori reached over and took his hand... " We all have experienced some sort of loss in our lives, Trahir. It then becomes our decision whether we let the grief consume us, or we let it slip into the depths of our soul...alive but never forgotten...but never allowing it to consume us."

Trahir "You are going to wish to be disenthralled from your sire." It's not so much a question. There is no inflection in his voice, nothing notating what he has said as an interrogative.

Corentine Cori wonders why he is avoiding the topic... " Trahir, we are not talking about my sire, are we?"
Trahir "Your sire... my mistake." He sits back on the couch, his left elbow resting on the arm of the sofa. "No, in a way I suppose I am not, though he seemed a relevant lead in to a topic."

Corentine Cori cannot help but be frustrated... why is speaking with this man such a damn chore. Everything he says has multiple meanings, everything leads to where HE wants the conversation to go. Can't he just speak with me..maybe it is too much to ask. " Well, Trahir... it seems you have other things on your mind, I do not want to keep you from them." Oh hell yes she did...but, that part of her that ran so deep always snuck up when she did not want it. Her need to please another, even if it entails pushing her needs to the side.

Trahir "I don't want you to have that ritual performed yet." Blunt, direct. "There is much on my mind, but that I needed to say." He watches her closely as he speaks, trying to gauge her reaction.

Corentine " Are you kidding me?" Cori's posture gets more rigid... " I will not be linked to Revelation any longer...you have no reason to ask me to wait, or do you Trahir?"

Trahir "I don't want our bond severed." Again, very direct. He is motionless, no movement apart from his mouth. His eyes don't stray from hers.

Corentine " Our bond?" Cori seems puzzled and a bit taken back with his comment. " Revelation is a thorn in my proverbial side..he offers me nothing. You allowed this to happen, you allowed him to do this to me. You could have just killed me or him, You chose to sit and watch him do this to me. Do you have some odd desire to watch another suffer?" Cori wonders why he wants her to stay attached to Revelation...he knows that it causes her stress and saying it is annoying is an understatement. " Why, Trahir..tell me why? What benefit do you get from my pain?"

Trahir "I don't want you attached to him. I don't care about his part in the bond. That can be eliminated with the disenthrallment ritual any time." He leaves the rest unspoken for the moment, allowing her to think it through.

Corentine Another damn riddle...why does it take actual work to conversate with this man. " Trahir, I am losing patience, please be blunt and explain what you mean."

Trahir He watches her for a long moment, doubt creeping in slowly. Something, a trickle of it passes across his countenance but the soft shake of his head throws his hair over it as he leans forward again. "I don't want our bond broken. Revelation, or whatever childish name your sire has chosen is a non-factor. For all intents and purposes I have been acting as your sire since I invited you here the first night."

Corentine " So? What does that have to do with anything? Do you want some sort of payment, are you charging a fee for your service?" Cori is getting angrier by the moment..he is so evasive.

Trahir "Before you go through with a disenthrallment ritual I would like you to consider a bonding one." Why can't people read between the lines even a little? He wonders, has every bit of the art of conversing in America been murdered by a sea of emoticons and lols?

Corentine Cori knew full well why he was asking his line of questions. She figured it out when he jumped topics so quickly after discussing his family. It was then a smile graced Cori's lips..a small low laugh came from her mouth. She did enjoy manipulation. " Bonding with Revelation? you do realize my goal is to kill him, don't you?'

Trahir He says nothing, simply watches her. The look on his face inscrutable for the moment. One time, the left hand's fingers drum on the arm of the couch though. His face may be void of any reaction, but not so much is he able to hide that one tell.

Corentine " Well, has the cat got your tongue?" Cori cannot help but laugh after she says this.

Trahir "You know what I am requesting." He tone of his voice seems heavily moderated, it's not quite his formal tone, but it is not a casual one either.

Corentine Maybe Cori did know..maybe she didn't. What she did want, is for him to say it. " Trahir, please tell me what you want?"

Trahir He stares at her for a moment as if she grew two more heads. Impertinent little... self righteous.... She wants to make him... He's the elder, the stronger.... She's right. Well... Trahir will have to figure out exactly what he was thinking and how all that led to her being right another time. Right now though... "I would have you as my mate. Bonded."

Corentine Cori did not say a word, she got up and headed into the bedroom... maybe she had an urge to watch the goings on in the "tank of death"..maybe she did not know how to react. What she was sure of, is that she was smiling..and damn it, he would not see that from her...yet.

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Backdated to 30May 2015

Trahir Trahison Trahir's eyes open slowly as the sun sets, as usual, he forces the cold, dead blood in his system to flow, beginning the process of returning from what he considers torpor. He glances over to Corentine, still wrapped in the sheets from the night before and he smiles to himself. Getting up from the bed he makes his way to the shower and turns it on, setting the temperature fairly high.

Corentine wraps herself up tighter in the sheets, fully aware that he has gotten up and has begun his day. She is not ready yet, not even close.

Trahir Trahison lets the warm water heat up his core temperature, albeit temporarily. before stepping out and making his way back to the bedroom, looking down to Cori from the entryway. "Time to get up."

Corentine turns to look at him.." I do not want to get up, not just yet." She cannot help but smile... hoping he doesn't see it.

Trahir Trahison shrugs. “Blood," he says simply. The great motivator for any vampire. The one thing above all that they need. He prefers to hunt early in the evening, freeing up the rest of his night for other activities. It's his night off work so he intends to do something. "Perhaps we can go to a club later on".

Corentine rolls over so her back is now to him. " I need ten more minutes." Cori always takes a bit of time to regroup and analyze the prior day before rising to meet another. She is fully aware, that the prior night was one that needs analyzing and some clarity.

Trahir Trahison moves over to the bed and lays down behind her, drawing her to him, one hand propping his head up and the other settling on her hip. "What do you need ten minutes for?"

Corentine smiles and moves closer into him, interlacing her leg between his. " Just trying to put all my thoughts in their respective places. The events of last night.. meeting Helena and of course you." She has so many thoughts on both..they all need to be filed away, for now. " I would enjoy going out, tonight...do you dance Trahir?" as she is asking this, she turns so her eyes meet his..she wraps an arm around his shoulder and the other is used to prop her head up.

Trahir Trahison nods. "I do, not very well mind you. I typically dance at social functions though such as fundraisers. In my mortal days my... I would dance at fundraisers." He gives her a kiss on the forehead and then looks back into her eyes. "You?"

Corentine brings her hand to his face and softly traces her finger around his lips. " I have always loved to dance... did not matter the function. I even dance in the shower. do not laugh, Trahir." Cori smiles while giving him the glare he knows all too well.

Trahir Trahison gives a smile, he doesn't laugh though. "I've considered taking lessons in dance before honestly. It would make sense given my background in martial arts and other sports. It's really all the same thing. An expression of the spirit through the physical."

Corentine " We should do that!! I would love to learn the waltz along with other forms of dance..with you, of course." Cori knows she needs to get up and shower..although she would love to spend the night like this, it surely is not productive.

Trahir Trahison nods as he stands up. "Then perhaps we shall." He makes his way over to the strewn about clothes discarded the previous night as the two of them became more... familiar. He picks the clothes up from the floor, tossing them into a laundry hamper after reclaiming his weapons from them. That done he sets about getting dressed for the evening.

Corentine gets up from the position she has found so comfortable..reluctantly. As she heads to the shower, she moves to Trahir and takes his face within her hands and kisses him... " Time for a shower."

Trahir Trahison watches as she makes her way in and gets dressed. A nice pair of jeans, a black sweater and a leather jacket with a pair of Timberland's to complete the wardrobe for the evening. He decides against any jewelry and simply leaves his hair loose.

Corentine turns the shower on hot and aims the rain shower head so it hits her just right. It is like an escape..the feeling of the water is glorious. " So, Trahir, do you have plans, or are we doing something together, tonight." She is not sure he can even hear her..

Trahir Trahison steps into the bathroom, not into the shower of course being freshly dressed, but close enough to speak in a casual tone. "I figured we could feed and then perhaps I would take you to the quarantine zone. Have you been there yet?"

Corentine sensed he was close. " I have not ever been there..would you like to take me?"

Trahir Trahison nods "You haven't been to my other properties around the city. I know I was going to take you to West Tower and the elevator was out. There is also Corvidae Flats. It's in the QZ and fewer humans go there. In fact I have only met one there so far."

Corentine shuts off the shower and steps out. " Hand me that towel, Trahir. Sure, I'll go wherever you wish. I have a question, how are you planning on feeding?"

Trahir Trahison holds out the requested towel and cocks his head to the side. "I'll likely grab a bite en route. I prefer live prey to the blood bags. More appealing taste and the temperature is always dead on."

Corentine laughs... typical of him. " I really do not care, as long as it replenishes, taste is but a luxury. Do you want to talk about last night, Trahir?"

Trahir Trahison "Talk about last night in what sense?"

Corentine moves closer to him. "What happened between us...unless it was one of those things we should just forget ever happened?"

Trahir Trahison leans in and gives her a soft kiss, brushing her lips with his. "No, no forgetting, no talking either. You regret it?"

Corentine " No, I don't do things I will regret, not usually. Do you?"

Trahir Trahison watches her for a long moment not saying anything. After a while he says simply "Get dressed. Let's go."

Corentine She wants to smack him..and hard. " Fine, give me a few to get dressed. What should I wear?"

Trahir Trahison laughs. "Something practical of course.Can't go traipsing through a quarantine zone in heels and a little black dress."

Corentine " Why not...I thought we were going dancing?" I am sick of killing..can't I have a night off?" Corentine realizes she actually got to see him laugh..it may just be a first.

Trahir Trahison "We will dance afterward. The quarantine zone is a good place for one thing you should see."

Corentine " What is that..explain please."

Trahir Trahison motions for her to hurry up. "Come on Corentine. Night time is wasting."

Corentine grabs some jeans and a T... pulls her hair up in a tight pony and adds her signature gloss. She is sure he will love that. " I am ready, Trahir." Cori gets her short leather jacket from the closet and goes to meet him.



02 June 2015

Trahir Trahison steps into the apartment once again covered in the pungent smelling blood of a fellow immortal. His weapons are sheathed and holstered, not in his hands like last time. He wears only a pair of leather pants and a black tank top this evening, barefoot and decidedly unadorned with any jewelry, watch or otherwise. He looks around the living room and calls out to see of Corentine is there.

Corentine had expected to have some alone time this evening. She was taking care of some incidentals... ironing her clothes for her next shift at Lancaster's and of course nursing the wounds from earlier in the eve. She was dressed in a simple white tank and a pair of shorts, being she had just bandaged her wounds. Unfortunately, she was shot numerous times by some trigger happy cops. She hears him call her name "I am in here Trahir." Cori is not stopping what she is doing, merely because he enters the haven.

Trahir Trahison steps into the bedroom, shedding his tank top and tossing it across the room to land in the hamper. He beelines for Corentine, wrapping his arms around her from behind and pressing a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. "How is the evening treating you?" he asks, still trailing slow kisses over the back and side of her neck as he awaits her response.

Corentine Cori's immediate response is to pull away... this is something that she is not used to yet. Affection from, him. It is not that she minds it, she surely likes it immensely. It just seems, a bit different. She hopes that he did not notice that her posture became immediately rigid with his first touch. "My night is going well. I am attempting to catch up on some things, while I have the time”. With each passing moment and each graze of his lips against her skin, Cori's posture gets a bit more relaxed "How has your night been?” With this, she stops her ironing and reaches up to embrace his hands, with hers.

Trahir Trahison turns her to face him gently, leans forward and presses a kiss against her forehead then looks into her eyes. "I went on another hunt. A violator. She was young. She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old honestly. Micah made the kill shot. She ashed as I was watching." He doesn't give any reaction to what had been done, just watched her to see what her own would be hearing about it.

Corentine returns his kiss, with a gentle brush of her lips against his that coupled with a small bite of his lower lip. " She looked sixteen? I am sure she could have been 50 for all we know, vampires do age well." Cori laughed and turned back around to continue ironing. "Do you have any plans for this evening?"


Trahir Trahison walks over to the croc tank, opens the top and drops in a lump of meat. He watches Gustave snatch it up, swallowing it down with the quick bobbing head gestures of a feasting crocodilian. Turning to look to her he leans back against the tank after replacing the lid and watches her at work a moment. "No plans. I was hoping to find you here and maybe have the pleasure of your company for the evening."

Corentine continues on ironing, she really wants to finish this so she can check it off her list for the evening. "I do find those reptiles repulsive, you know. They seem to watch me... waiting”. Cori finishes up with the mundane task and moves to where Trahir is standing near the tank of death. She is very cautious as she wraps her arms around his waist, making sure her arms come nowhere near those creatures. "What do you want to do, Trahir?"

Trahir Trahison grins. "They very likely are. I've been feeding them a drop or two of my own blood every week in addition to the leftovers from our kills." They had been growing a little faster he has noticed. Soon he will need to find them a more appropriate home. "As I said, I have no preference on the evening's itinerary so long as it involves you and I. I did tell Nishaa I would introduce the two of you, but she took it in the wrong context. Then she was confused about what to do when someone meets her girlfriend. It was quite the fiasco."

Corentine rolls her eyes at Trahir... " You care to elaborate on this Nishaa person and where the confusion lie?" Cori, of course ignored his description of those reptiles. She would really like to wait a bit for them to get larger, then skin the bastards and make a fine purse. " I am up for anything, Trahir..as long as it is with you." Did she really just say that? A small smile comes across her lips.

Trahir Trahison places his hands on her hips and draws her against him. "Oh it was just a slip of the tongue. I told her that you and her should meet, that you would enjoy each other. Of course it ends up that she is a lesbian and took what I said the wrong way." He gives a small sigh at the misunderstanding. "When She mentioned buying things for her girlfriend I said I did the same, then clarified that I buy things for you, not her girlfriend. She said something along the lines of 'If you ever go near my girlfriend...' when she trailed off I suggested that if I ever went near her girlfriend she would introduce us."

Corentine laughed. " So this vampire thought you were trying to court her chick? Now that is amusing." Not so much amusing, Cori thought..but unrealistic. It took a bit for Trahir to show any emotion towards her, she would imagine that he would have issue with having affection to multiples.. or at least she hopes this is the case. " I would love to meet her, I am sure we would get along well." With that, Cori wraps her arms around Trahir's neck and kisses him gently on the neck.

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Trahir Trahison reaches up, trailing his fingers through Corentine's hair. "I'm sure I can arrange a meeting. She is Andras and Tytonidae. She is disconcertingly blunt very much like you can be. She torments Micah and Velveteen by calling them 'Gramps' and Gramma'. I don't believe she is a fan of the Wizard of Oz."

Corentine laughs... "I have a pair of red heels that I could wear, when we meet. They may resemble ruby slippers." Cori pulls Trahir in closer and closes her eyes..she does love when he shows his, softer side.

Trahir Trahison smiles and wraps his arms around Corentine. He feels more whole now that he ever has. "That would be perfect. I'll go as the Tin Man. At least it seems I have found my heart."

Corentine cannot do anything but smile... " Trahir, once I wanted to work hard to kill Revelation and you... now, I have other plans for you. Go take a shower and we can discuss or do whatever you wish... I prefer not to hunt though, I have been doing that all evening."

Trahir Trahison disentangles himself from her with a pained expression to be having to do so and proceeds to strip down, tossing his leather pants into a second hamper, already half full of pants and jackets. With that he strides into the bathroom and steps into the shower, cranking the water on full blast heat and begins washing the dirt and grime from his body. "There was a second vampire we killed tonight. A rogue vampire. I didn't catch it's name. The one I told you about was Kaelyn. Kaelyn Fforde."

Corentine watched him, intently. She then realized that she needed to add laundry to the list. This man goes through too many clothes. "I really have no interest in names, Trahir... the killing was done for a reason, it is not up to me to judge..." Cori walks into the bathroom and watches his profile through the glass, the thoughts that enter her mind... she chases them away, for now. "So have you been networking? I know that was a goal of yours?"

Trahir Trahison finishes washing his hair, massaging some body wash over his chest and arms as he speaks. "Yes, I've been doing a little bit. Did you know it is unusual for a vampire to claim as many lines as we are a part of? It was brought to my attention this evening." He soaps his face and neck, letting the hot water wash it away after a moment. Since his embrace he prefers unscented products, his natural scent one of sandalwood, leather and cinnamon, he figures it's likely better than most soaps on the market. Plus anything else would make his scent palette seem a little too busy for his liking.

Corentine " I was not aware of that." Cori watched him, every movement... she was not sure if she was sizing him up, for a battle..or something else. " What will be the topic of our conversation tonight, Trahir?" She knew he always had an agenda and certainly wanted to know what it was, tonight. " I will be doing your laundry, tomorrow... it seems you go through many clothes."

Trahir Trahison finishes washing his lower extremities, rinses off and steps from the shower, toweling his hair as he walks back into the bedroom. "Marriage?"

Corentine laughs.." Marriage? Who is getting married?"

Trahir Trahison finishes with the towel and it meets the rapidly growing pile in the hamper. "We are my dear."

Corentine " WE are?" Cori is a bit confused. She knows that he spoke of the bonding thing, but he never really elaborated. " Married as in forever and eternity and such?" Cori follows him into the bedroom, oddly she feels empty when he is not near to her. When he is close, she feels complete, whole...more than she ever has. " Explain, Trahir."

Trahir Trahison wraps his arms around Cori, again pulling her close to him. He mentally bemoans the fact that he is the only one sans clothing. "Married, as in forever and eternity and such. Souls bound together. Rings, ceremony, party... honeymoon."

Corentine loves how he feels... it is like she wants to absorb him. She gently runs her fingernails up and down his bare back. " Trahir, have you thought this out?"

Trahir Trahison just leans back a little so he catches her gaze with his own. There's a completely blank look on his face that somehow still manages to show puzzlement and exasperation.

Corentine " What?"

Trahir Trahison just stares. "Did I think something through?"

Corentine pulls away and looks into his eyes... " I just want to make sure you are serious... that you have thought about this and analyzed. I certainly have not, being you just kind of blurted it out now."

Trahir Trahison "You should then. I intend to move rather quickly on the matter. I tend to do that after I am sure of something."

Corentine smiles and kisses Trahir, not a gentle kiss... one that sends a message to him. It is delivered hard and with immense passion... unrelenting. " Trahir, I would love nothing more than to be with you for an eternity... Will you be getting rid of those reptiles soon?"

Trahir Trahison gives her a sad little smile. "No my love." Then he cheers up. Well, relatively cheery for Trahir. "I'll begin making the necessary arrangements then. Pity you aren't in better with your sire."

Corentine " What do you mean? I was planning on meeting with Revelation..maybe creating some sort of bond with him." Cori is confused..she did not think Trahir would like this, not at all. " So you have no opposition to me meeting with Revelation?"

Trahir Trahison gives a dangerous little smile hearing that. "I was making a joke referencing the father of the bride assuming the costs of the wedding actually..." He does not look at all please with this turn of events.

Corentine steps away from him..placing her hands upon her hips and giving him that look. " Stop with the damn riddles, Trahir. Just get dressed, please... it is a distraction to me." Cori turns and leaves the bathroom... she heads to the living room and takes a spot upon the couch... awaiting his arrival.

Trahir Trahison steps into a pair of workout shorts and a plain black t-shirt then walks out into the living room. "What riddles? Do you think I'm happy you wish to go off to a clandestine meeting with another man?"

Corentine laughs... she cannot help it. " You mean my sire? The one you allowed to turn me as you watched?"

Trahir Trahison narrows his eyes. "Two entirely separate sets of circumstances. You were a human and a risk to the Masquerade then. You know my reasons. That no longer being the case I am less than thrilled with the prospect of it. Sire or no sire." It eludes him that he can go off and meeting with whoever he wants without a second thought but here he is forbidding her. Not that it would change anything on either score.

Corentine furrows her brow. " You meet whomever you wish across this damn city, but I cannot even meet with my sire? I find that ridiculous and a tad, well..controlling." Cori's posture becomes more rigid... she feels that she is putting up that guard that she took down, maybe too quickly. " He is my damn sire... you found yourself a " new" one and I cannot even associate with my actual sire?"

Trahir Trahison looks affronted. "My love, you can associate with whomever you so wish. In fact I will make the call to your instructor myself so she can meet him with you and judge whether or not he could be any benefit at all to you."

Corentine " NO!! It is not up to her, it is up to me. He is your childe... YOURS!!! I do not see the issue with me meeting with him... HE is my sire Trahir, Not you."

Trahir Trahison arches a brow at the tantrum. "Because I am his sire and I deemed him unfit to raise a fledgling." He knows this will likely get an explosive reaction.

Corentine " Fledgling...you have got to be kidding me." Cori knows her strength is equal if not superior to his... inadvertently her posture becomes more rigid... as if readying for a battle, a fight. "I am no-ones trainee..certainly not yours OR Revelations."

Trahir Trahison stands, motioning her to do the same. "My love, if we need to do this it may as well be sooner than later." He moves to the center of the room. If I best you, you do as I request on the matter. If you best me then you are free to run off with whoever you wish."

Corentine wants to battle with him... but, she merely walks up to him, grabs him around the waist and kisses him. Not a gentle kiss, but one with a message... " Trahir, I have no want to fight you..I just want you to be blunt and tell me what you want me to do?"

Trahir Trahison returns the kiss fervently, one hand moving into her hair, gripping it and the other slipping around her waist. Breaking the kiss after a moment he says, "I want you to be careful and not surround yourself with vampires of ill-repute and unintelligent."

Corentine submits to him... she then breaks away, " Trahir, you really have no clue about me... my fortitude, my abilities...you just have no clue."

Trahir Trahison shakes his head. "None of us are as strong as we think Cori. I've seen that lately. I want you safe. Revelation, or Jon, or whatever he goes by these days is not safe. Also I am mildly possessive when it comes to you. Mildly as in I want to kill people that glance at you. I don't even know where that came from either." He's fairly certain he does indeed know. He isn't sure for a fact though so he lets it go. "About the wedding though..."

Corentine "Let's sit down Trahir, and discuss this. First. I have a question... was there even a proposal, or did I miss it ?"

Trahir Trahison sits. "There hasn't been an official proposal no. I had planned on hosting a soiree in which I would propose. I thought having something positive for the family would be a good thing. First I thought we could discuss it. I wouldn't at all like to propose and be turned down in front of the others. That would be quite the shaming."

Corentine laughed, again. " So you wanted to make sure I was on board, so as not to embarrass you?" Cori felt an inkling of doubt..not from her, but from him. " Well, what do you want to know, Trahir... ask away."

Trahir Trahison takes her hand in his. "Bonding involves a ritual. It's not a simple matter of spoken vows easily walked away from. It's a mystical connection that take binding a demi-fae to create. I'm sure there are ways to break the bond after it is done, but it's not as simple as getting a lawyer and going to deliberations."

Corentine " Alright... and you want to do this with me?" Cori does not take things like this lightly... she watched how her parents were as she grew up, she always wanted that sort of bond. When you can answer one another's questions and read their body language with ease. "I asked Velveteen about this and even asked Helena... about the bonding ritual."

Trahir Trahison listens and then asks "And their opinions…?"

Corentine "Matter not...only one that matters is yours."

Trahir Trahison smiles and presses Cori's hand to his lips. "My opinion is that I want you forever."

Corentine smiles and interlocks his hands within hers... " So make any plans you wish, Trahir... You are. who I want to spend eternity with."

Trahir Trahison draws her into his lap, "Eternity then..." He holds her, just content to have her close to him, running his fingers over her until the sunrise sends then both off into a torpid rest... and the scene fades to black.

Walking through the streets of Harper Rock, black t-shirt mostly covered by a long black leather trench coat, leather pants to match the jacket and combat boots thudding off the sidewalk, Trahir is rolling things around in his head. He is pissed at everyone, attitudes and judgement are the irritant that has him seeking the cure of fresh air though his dead lungs need it not. Tension lies everywhere it shouldn't. Tension that threatens to shape into more than talk, action. While alive he was fearless, he loved thrill seeker, enjoying extreme sports, parkour, sky-diving, wingsuit flying, you name it and it was a hobby of his. His work was all tension, the hospitals, near-death victims of crimes, accidents, and attempted suicides gone wrong. The flashing lights of the ambulance never became less than terrifying to him because back then he cared about people. Since his embrace that has lessened. The raging inferno of love for his fellow man slowly dwindling and fading, now barely an ember amidst a pile of ash. So many things have changed and while he is around others he falls back on his upbringing, starched shirts, enunciation of every word, proper manners and behavior befitting his family name. Since his death none of this has been applicable. What was the point of base-diving when you could simply leap up to the platform to begin with? When with every meal you drained a person of their vital essence is was hypocritical to believe you cared for their well-being. He had simply become muted by the atrocities he was forced to commit and slowly became willing to commit others for amusements sake. Jaded toward the suffering of others, yet deeply affected by his own. Selfish that is what he had become.

Turning down an alley while still deep in thought he was brought up short by the sight before him. His feet come to a rest and he stands silently watching the struggle between two individuals that could only be vampires. Idiots. Risking the Masquerade over a petty squabble no doubt. Narrowing his eyes as a victor is decided by the slash of a blade that sends one of the combatant crashing to the floor of the alleyway, flesh already crisping as though the streetlights were expelling the burning rays of the sun Trahir notes immediately that the feeling is all wrong. The sense of another vampire before him had faded and lessens further as the carcass of the battle's loser seems to pull into itself, dissipating and leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes and soot. The victor turns to him and he doesn't look happy to see Trahir. Not at all.

A hunter, perhaps a blood thief, perhaps a Paladin, either way it makes not difference. Trahir feels the thrill he had lost. It's as though he was again human and leaping between two buildings, or sailing over the landscape of a canyon at 300km/hr. There is a sense of fear there but also the feeling of adventure. He glances around, making sure there are no witnesses, no cameras in sight and strides toward the man, throwing open his coat and drawing but blade and gun. Let the fun begin.

Immediately the feeling of fear intensifies, emanating from the man and it becomes more, a raging inferno that washes over Trahir. His blood boils within desiccated veins and he drops to his knees a second before rising, fangs now bared and more determined than ever. He begins to charge forward but throws himself to the side as the man, the paladin from what Trahir has heard sends several rounds flying in his direction from a gun Trahir never saw him draw. The vampire huddles behind the a dumpster as the bullets spray and tries to lean out to return fire. He hates guns and would rather be in close but he doesn't know if that is a good idea.

It sound much better when his body suddenly refuses to respond. It's like he's in slow motion for a moment. He withdraws at a snail's pace back behind his cover and growls. This isn't going as well as he had hoped. There was no way to escape since his body seems as sluggish as a tree sloth. Fighting back poses the same problem. The only thing he can think of is a chess move, sacrifice. He leans back out, still plagued by what feels like a million pounds added to each of his limbs and squeezes the trigger on the gun his adopted sire gave him. It kicks and bucks in his grasp and for once he doesn't bemoan the automatic feature of the weapon. The bullets spray the area his enemy inhabits and he sees one round strike true, the bullet striking flesh right where the man's heart should be. The paladin tries to duck behind cover and Trahir begins rushing forward stopped by a hailstorm of bullets flying toward him. The ******** still has some fight left in him apparently. Running diagonally and firing rounds in the man's general direction Trahir reaches the wall and leaps up it, running a few steps along it's vertical surface up and over the barricade the paladin had been using.

He concentrates on a single point on the man's forehead as he comes into view and raises his arm as he activates hyper perception. Instantly the world becomes clearer, like an out of focus picture suddenly thrown into high definition. The gun barks in his hand, one shot, he watches the air disperse around it as it trails toward its mark and the spray of bone and blood as it careens into the man's skull blossoming out the back of his head is awash with vibrant and macabre colors. As Trahir's feet nimbly and near soundlessly alight on the alleyway floor once again he hears the man's body hit the pavement with a thud. He makes a mental note to thank Velveteen and Corentine both for imparting upon him the importance of ranged combat as he walks toward the dead man, keeping his gun trained on his. He draws out his dagger, Aztec as he reaches his quarry and kneels down.

The blade slips between vertebrae and tears through flesh like a hot knife through butter. Rising from the body holding his decapitated prize Trahir turn toward a nearby manhole, reaches down and pulls it from it's housing easily before dropping down into the darkness. He knows these people stalk the sewers and he means to repay the stalking in kind. He's gotten a taste of hunter and he thirsts for more. The hunt will take his mind off the questions, the judging, the whining, the plots and plans, gripes and bitching. The hunt will allow him to clear his mind, to center his thoughts once again.

It's not long before he comes up on a couple of these hunters. Not paladins obviously, there is no mystical forces that wash over him, just a tidal wave of blood fountaining from the throat of the first one, a woman with a submachine gun and the face of the second, a man with a sword, as his blade finds purchase. He takes trophies from them both, the appear to be good luck charms, and continues through the darkness walking with a predatory grace, his eyes attuned to pick up any movement in the wretched environment, his trigger finger itchy and his blade thirsty. Here he can throw all the politesse and politicking to the wind. Here he can be the monster he was made to be.

He hunts.

By the time he has made his way through the tunnels toward the Quarantine Zone he has left behind nearly a dozen bodies. His clothing and the exposed skin of his face is covered in blood, his hair matter with it and several bullet holes riddle his body. Several of the wound in his abdomen are worse than the others. The seem to refuse to heal. He emerges from the manhole and makes his way through the streets toward Corvidae Flats, gunning down a feral vampire that comes too close to him. He enters the building and glances around, the zombies shuffling around are nowhere near the elevator and have no chance of converging on him as they shamble toward him. He steps into the enclosure and watches impassively as the doors close on one of their rotten faces, the missing lips giving it a comical grinning appearance. He hits the button for the 11th floor, riding the elevator up in silence and stepping out at the happy chiming sound denoting his destination has been reached into the corridor.

He makes his way to his flat and unlocks the door, stepping inside and immediately heading to the shower to wash away the grime and gore from his body. Afterwards he dresses in a nice suit and tie, a dark grey number with a deep navy blue **** and a red tie before heading back out of the apartment to make his way back to Veil Tower. By now Corentine should be finishing her hunt for the evening and he figures they should talk about the upcoming nuptial now that he has blown off enough steam to bring the topic up once more.

He opens the tome given to him by Micah, appearing instantly at the hotel used as a lair by many of the vampires of the Andras bloodline before walking straight to a fade portal, stepping through without a word or glance to any who may be present during his passing. He has things to do and has no time to be social, nor at the moment the inclination.

He appears near a subway station and makes his way toward the steel worm. Just in time as luck would have it. He steps from the platform to the car and finds a seat, just another businessman on his way to or from another day at the office. The trip sees him un-accosted all the way until his arrival at Swansdale Station where he disembarks and makes his way to Veil Tower. There are a few people in the lobby, no one he knows and Trahir makes his way to the elevator giving a not to the receptionist at the desk.

A few moments later he is on the 12th floor, stepping from the hallway and into his cohabited apartment.

He ascertains that Cori is not yet there and he makes his way over to the computer, sits down in the nice comfortable chair and opens up the blueprints of the apartment renovation he had made earlier on. He considers it a part of her engagement present, these changes are all things that she had mentioned previously and he wants to make her feel like what is his is hers.