Re: Lessons Learned in Blood
Posted: 28 Nov 2015, 23:58
"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"
Trahir Trahison: It's true what she says. The body would need to be removed. He had planned on letting one of the boys have it when they got back but that would likely be too long a wait, especially since Trahir had started sticking his nose into other people's business. It was all but inevitable that someone would return the favor. Still, he didn't want to get rid of it yet. There was still more to learn from the carcass of his childe.
Trahir was fairly certain that Jon was lost to the shadows. Fairly certain did not a surety make however and if he was wrong he wanted to see the state the vampire came back in and how long it took for him to heal to his former pristine state. Everything vampire fascinated the Killer. He craved all the knowledge he could attain about the vampiric condition.
"I was going to feed him to the crocodiles when I get them back. They like their meals aged like this. They are carrion feeders and opportunistic hunters."
Trahir turns his eyes to Jane and gives a small shrug. "The apartment is not in my name but you are probably right. We need to look at getting him out of here."
Dominique: The explanation was enough. Trahir was going from Dracula to Frankenstein faster than she could flip the comic book pages in her head. She really knew how to pick them. He had to be a little crazy to be as smart and sexy as he was. Nothing was perfect though she was sure that would be news to Trahir. He didn't hide the fact he thought he was close as anyone could get to perfection.
She glanced back to the deflated corpse until he said “We.” At least that is what she thought she heard. Maybe she was mistaken. It wasn't long ago she had a song in her head and a car tumbling.
“Say that again?” She felt the cool air of her breath that fortunately changed the stench in the air if only briefly. The remains of his childe was making her eyes water. “Yeah, I could have sworn I heard you say we need to get him out of here.”
Dominique turned and brushed her hand over his as she moved around him and stepped back out of the little shop of horrors. She was really needing air for probably the first time in two years.
Trahir Trahison: "I figured since I helped clean up your camping trip, you could help with this one," he says, following her out of the room and closing the door behind him, making sure the rubber seals line up correctly.
"Consider it a bonding exercise if you want to. " Of course the camping trip was on him as much as on her but she already knew that. No need for him to point it out, though he figured she very well might. "I even ran into a Fae during that little excursion." He neglects to mention that it was multiple Fae and he had very nearly had his face ripped off. Jane seemed to like his face. No need to stress her out about the events of that clean up job it its entirety. She may not relish the thought of Trahir taking it upon himself to put the clean up before his own safety. Some women were strange that way.
It didn't so much matter. He had escaped unharmed and the evidence had been handled.
"So how would you go about it? Getting rid of the body with what you have at your disposal?" He is interested to know how far ahead she had considered since that first night but also how quickly she could think if she had not yet contemplated body removal.
Dominique: There was no effort in thinking about it on her part. Trahir was into the whole hunt, play and kill his prey. It wasn't entirely lost on her at all. However, the whole bonding exercise statement had her thinking a little deeper than the room she left down the hall in favor of fresh air.
“Let me get back to you on it. It's not something to be taken lightly. Obviously I am not making it a nightly habit of weeding out the world population to fulfill my community service.” She actually used to but then she died.
“Give me an estimate on what it cost you to clean up that mess and I make sure it's in your account the next business day.”
There was one thing that could be said for the shadow who had some research to do on body snatching and disposal. Jane Dominique Doe never owed anyone longer than she had to. In this case she was willing to be on it like white on rice or maggots on dead meat. Either worked given the situation at hand.
Trahir Trahison: Cost. The word in the world of humans was measured in dollars and cents, or pound and pence, or… whatever that figure would have come to it is lost on Trahir. He doesn’t estimate value in paper and little metal discs. Those were mutable, they meant nothing. He could make money for eternity. “A boon from one sired at least three years ago.. was the cost. Minus the price of the knowledge of how they go about their own disposals plus the cost of the Fae attack and risk of thralls. Times two for interest.” He smiles. He actually made a joke.
“There is no price among us Jane. None that we haven’t already paid to the other in blood or received already in the same.”
Trahir Trahison: It's true what she says. The body would need to be removed. He had planned on letting one of the boys have it when they got back but that would likely be too long a wait, especially since Trahir had started sticking his nose into other people's business. It was all but inevitable that someone would return the favor. Still, he didn't want to get rid of it yet. There was still more to learn from the carcass of his childe.
Trahir was fairly certain that Jon was lost to the shadows. Fairly certain did not a surety make however and if he was wrong he wanted to see the state the vampire came back in and how long it took for him to heal to his former pristine state. Everything vampire fascinated the Killer. He craved all the knowledge he could attain about the vampiric condition.
"I was going to feed him to the crocodiles when I get them back. They like their meals aged like this. They are carrion feeders and opportunistic hunters."
Trahir turns his eyes to Jane and gives a small shrug. "The apartment is not in my name but you are probably right. We need to look at getting him out of here."
Dominique: The explanation was enough. Trahir was going from Dracula to Frankenstein faster than she could flip the comic book pages in her head. She really knew how to pick them. He had to be a little crazy to be as smart and sexy as he was. Nothing was perfect though she was sure that would be news to Trahir. He didn't hide the fact he thought he was close as anyone could get to perfection.
She glanced back to the deflated corpse until he said “We.” At least that is what she thought she heard. Maybe she was mistaken. It wasn't long ago she had a song in her head and a car tumbling.
“Say that again?” She felt the cool air of her breath that fortunately changed the stench in the air if only briefly. The remains of his childe was making her eyes water. “Yeah, I could have sworn I heard you say we need to get him out of here.”
Dominique turned and brushed her hand over his as she moved around him and stepped back out of the little shop of horrors. She was really needing air for probably the first time in two years.
Trahir Trahison: "I figured since I helped clean up your camping trip, you could help with this one," he says, following her out of the room and closing the door behind him, making sure the rubber seals line up correctly.
"Consider it a bonding exercise if you want to. " Of course the camping trip was on him as much as on her but she already knew that. No need for him to point it out, though he figured she very well might. "I even ran into a Fae during that little excursion." He neglects to mention that it was multiple Fae and he had very nearly had his face ripped off. Jane seemed to like his face. No need to stress her out about the events of that clean up job it its entirety. She may not relish the thought of Trahir taking it upon himself to put the clean up before his own safety. Some women were strange that way.
It didn't so much matter. He had escaped unharmed and the evidence had been handled.
"So how would you go about it? Getting rid of the body with what you have at your disposal?" He is interested to know how far ahead she had considered since that first night but also how quickly she could think if she had not yet contemplated body removal.
Dominique: There was no effort in thinking about it on her part. Trahir was into the whole hunt, play and kill his prey. It wasn't entirely lost on her at all. However, the whole bonding exercise statement had her thinking a little deeper than the room she left down the hall in favor of fresh air.
“Let me get back to you on it. It's not something to be taken lightly. Obviously I am not making it a nightly habit of weeding out the world population to fulfill my community service.” She actually used to but then she died.
“Give me an estimate on what it cost you to clean up that mess and I make sure it's in your account the next business day.”
There was one thing that could be said for the shadow who had some research to do on body snatching and disposal. Jane Dominique Doe never owed anyone longer than she had to. In this case she was willing to be on it like white on rice or maggots on dead meat. Either worked given the situation at hand.
Trahir Trahison: Cost. The word in the world of humans was measured in dollars and cents, or pound and pence, or… whatever that figure would have come to it is lost on Trahir. He doesn’t estimate value in paper and little metal discs. Those were mutable, they meant nothing. He could make money for eternity. “A boon from one sired at least three years ago.. was the cost. Minus the price of the knowledge of how they go about their own disposals plus the cost of the Fae attack and risk of thralls. Times two for interest.” He smiles. He actually made a joke.
“There is no price among us Jane. None that we haven’t already paid to the other in blood or received already in the same.”