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He has decided he like Ric. He's straightforward. That's a good thing. Trahir likes to mince words and hide meanings, holds to many a double standard but not with those who have his life in their hands and vice versa. As far as the Masquerade goes well, that's a no-brainer to him. He won't associate with anyone that doesn't have a strong stance on it and his association with those who don't hold it sacred well, that relationship is defined with blade and bullet. He tell Roderic as much with a simple statement of, "She is in line with Tytonidae's thinking as far as the Masquerade goes. As for whether or not she will attempt to join I leave that completely up to her though I think she could benefit from being on the Bridge just for the questions asked and the lessons learned there."

"I wouldn't say I'm particularly social though I don't mind a good soiree or fundraiser in order to make connections. I tend to have very few friends and many acquaintances. Corentine is more than both. She is my grand-childe and very dear to me. I'm quite sure we are soul-mates though I haven't told her I believe that yet."

He hasn't told her that for a multitude of reasons, one of the major ones being control. For the moment he finds her doing as he instructs the most beneficial approach to avoiding harm befalling her through any number of means. He is all to aware though that inertia is the largest cause of distance being created between two objects eventually one would have to budge. He likens his relationship to Cori as being more like gravity though, they are caught in each others orbit, circling each other as two predators jockeying for position. The first one that bares their throat will open the dynamic of the relationship to change and Trahir doesn't believe that course of action wise at this point. "Not yet."

Dropping down into the hole he catches himself on the lip of the manhole with one hand, pulls himself up enough to grab the cover and drag it over the hole, then lets go allowing the cover to drop into place as he descends into the darkness. Landing lightly he glances around. "You mean the hunters. I've taken a couple souvenirs from them home in a doggy-bag for the boys."

Of course he refers to the boys that initiated this meeting, Gustave and Lolong, his scaly friends that some people seemed none too keen on him possessing. There's an awkward silence for a moment. Trahir doesn't know if he's meant to say something back so he simply shrugs his shoulders. "Capricorn here." With that he motions into the darkness as if to say lead the way while at the same time flicking the leather strap from the sheathe of his dagger just in case.

He watches Roderic climb up the ladder and once he is clear from the opening, Trahir runs forward, left foot catching a rung, right foot catching another and he leaps upward, grasping the lip of the hole. He inverts his body and does a reverse pull-up, drawing himself up and out feet first, ending up in a crouch atop the lid itself. He glances around to make sure no one is looking and then rises to his feet and steps off the lid, pushing it back into place with a foot as he dusts the little bits and pieces of gravel from his hands.

"Well, there are the zombies in the QZ, the Mooncalf things there and in the catacombs. The other zombies in the catacombs. The shadowy things, fadebeasts that we make, the larger shadowy things that look the same but are bigger and stronger. There's the wildlife, the hunters and paladins in the sewers, the Lionelli family in the castle up north and those weird things in the caverns. And of course us. And some really feral versions of us."

Very descriptive Trahir, he thinks to himself. Stuff, things, you may as well have made up names for them. "Also whatever the hell that was that tried to kill me out in the woods when I attempted to leave town on my second night as a vampire."

With that he stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for his travelling companion to lead on.

Stepping into the place Trahir first notes the scent of death. His eyes adjust to the overhead lights slowly, as first he squints but then it all makes sense. He looks over to Roderic and nods. "I make business cards with the skins of the gang-bangers. Waste not want not."

He steps in further and looks around more closely. "I do mine in one of my havens. Not one of the apartments," he clarifies quickly but with an even tone. "Haven't done anything with any animal other than long pig though. This is very impressive Roderic. Very impressive."

He considered that his new found hobby might have been disturbing or disgusting to even other vampires but here he finds the fellowship of another who sees the carcasses of the dead to be just another resource, one where a sense of beauty await beneath skin and fat an muscle tissue. "I was thinking this year of throwing a Hallowe'en cotume party. I have my Leatherface costume already made."

He thinks for a moment before asking. "Why do you think I ended up as a Killer instead of a Necromancer?" The question has plagued his mind several times over the last month or so since his time on the Bridge has taught him more and more.

The memories are getting fuzzy as he has been selectively and systematically eliminating bits and pieces,mostly things he missed. That type of thing can drive a man mad if dwelt on. Still, he remembers plenty yet, enough to know what his former profession had been. I was a medical assistant. Did some time as a EMT and and R.N. I was considering going back to school to finish my degree but I never had the chance. Family came first. Wanted to be with them." He doesn't wander to look at everything though he wants to. He stays close to Roderic since this is his place. Trahir figures most vampires wouldn't want another wandering around mauling their work.

"I was also big into sports. martial arts and some extreme sports primarily. I liked boxing as well. I suppose it might have been that I was more geared toward physicality that helped decide my path. Maybe I needed to numb some emotions too. I don't really know."

He does know that that bad feeling is creeping over him. The one that makes him want to hit and cut and wash his hands in blood. He forces it down, there are not humans here and there'll be plenty of time for that later. He is determined to socialize.

"Used to go to all the hospital and university fundraisers, talked rich folk out of their money in order to acquire new equipment for the hospital and such. I guess their attitude wore off on me. I feel more comfortable in those types of settings. You never have to really get to know the people. Just observe the social decorum and say the things they want to hear using large words they don't understand, snub the people they seem to dislike, politicking and things like that. I enjoyed it. It was shallow."

Well, that's saying a lot while telling little.