Meeting of Chance (Trahir, Velveteen)
Posted: 11 May 2015, 01:19
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Velveteen - Velveteen had been busy crafting for most of the even and after having broken her final part for the evening she stood and wandered across the wooden floor wondering what needed her attention next. The card that had been given her the night before lay on the table where she left it and she picked it up to give it a closer inspection. Interesting. The tip of her finger traced a soft line across the leather that felt more like human skin than any other material she had come in contact with. The idea both amused and repulsed her but prompted her to ring the number. The card was tossed back on the table once the number was dialed and she paced as she waited for the other to answer.
Trahir - Trahir has been busy looking through real estate listings and trying to figure which ones he can broker a deal for at night. This would be when a thrall would come in handy, a ghoul as the books he's been reading refers to them. When the phone rings on his mahogany desk he is battering away at the keyboard and comparing listing of apartments in Veil Tower and Corvidae Flats. Real estate in his estimate is always a good bet. There also was a building that caught his interest, specifically a mansion at the north of town. After four rings he taps the bluetooth button at his neck and fumbles an ear bud into place. "Trahir. How may I help you?"
Velveteen - "Trahiiir," She let the name roll off her tongue like she had the previous evening when saying it for the very first time. There was a short pause then before she realised that he was likely wondering who the hell she was. "Hey! It's Velveteen. We met last night at the...Hookah Joint." She didn't even attempt to say the name of the place knowing she would fail miserably. "How are you? Hope you don't mind my calling."
Trahir - "Miss Velveteen, I hadn't been expecting a call from you so soon. I hope the evening finds you well?" Trahir is in all honesty not surprised at all. He knows the Masquerade is at risk more from an ignorant neonate such as himself with nothing but a book to guide him than by any other one factor. Empowered by newfound power, emboldened by the thrill of the blood, he can see why that's the case. "To what do I own the honor?" He looks over at the fish tank nearby, the fish tank he had wanted in the bedroom but Corentine had not seemed so thrilled with. He makes a mental note to bring home some leftovers from the slums for the fish.
Velveteen - The woman had stopped by the table and leaned into it as she pressed the device to her ear. "The honour?" This brought a genuine laugh from her. "You really are new to all this aren't ya?" She asked, her australian accent clearly obvious on the air ways. "But...to be honest, I was wondering if you were busy. Could maybe meet up somewhere just to have a ...chat. I got the impression you don't have a lot in the way of guidance at the moment and if I can help avoid have to hunt you down one night then I would like to be able to do so."
Trahir - "I have been keeping my actions relegated to the slums and have avoided contact with my... past life entirely. Those closest to me are no longer factors on that front." He stops and thinks it through though. "But of course, I would appreciate any guidance you could offer. As you stated I am new to all of this and to be honest, being hunted down doesn't sound like a sport I would enjoy. I prefer to be the hunter."
Velveteen - The fact that she hadn't already seen the guys name on the violations list was a good indication that he at least had a decent head on his shoulders but still...it couldn't hurt to check in to double check. "Umm...Thornside Park...by the river? Westwall end. Meet you there?" She waited for a response just in case it wasn't suitable which was a little out of character for her. Usually she would have just hung up and been half way there, simply expecting the other party to show.
Trahir - He mulled it over. The setting of a time and place gave an advantage to the one doing the setting. Not used to giving away any advantages had served him well in his past life. In this one though, he was in no position to truly dictate any types of terms. He was to be a pupil, or possibly killed. If he was going to be taught, he needed to do ask requested to learn. If he was going to be killed, well, he doubted that higher ground would save him. "Sounds good. I'm on my way". Before he is finished speaking he is out the door, down the stairwell and half way there via the vampiric blood infusing dead muscles with supernatural celerity.
Velveteen - She didn't bother responding and grabbed her jacket that hung over the back of a nearby chair, shrugging it on as she stepped through a portal that would put her close to where she wanted to be. It was only minutes before she was wandering along the north edge of the river keeping an eye out for the man she had met last night. He seemed quiet at the time but that could have simply been the fact that he was in the room full of people he didn't know or....the other option was that he was a person who tended to watch, learning what he could about those around him. She suspected the latter.
Trahir - Speaking of which, on a rooftop nearby the young vampire is calmly watching her walk and checking out all the other people nearby. None of them give that feeling of familiarity that vampires give him, but neither had his hostess last night at the party. Ah well, he'd find out soon enough. Down the fire escape and across the street toward her he jogs at a leisurely pace. His trenchcoat billows out only slightly behind him as he does, his hair in a ponytail tonight, out of his face. Combat boots, a black sweater and a gold chain with an ankh complete his ensemble this evening. "Miss Velveteen, sorry about the wait. I got here as soon as I could safely" he says as he draws near.
Velveteen - She could sense him before she saw him but she didn't show any outwards signs of it, instead looking a little surprised at the sound of her name. "Just Velveteen is fine...or Vel even and don't apologise. I haven't been here long." She strolled towards a nearby park bench and slid onto it , silently inviting him to join her with just a gesture of her hand which disappeared into a pocket immediately after. "Thanks for coming at all." She grinned crookedly and tilted her head to the side a little as she shifted her gaze to look out over the river. "This probably seems a bit weird huh?"
Trahir - Trahir sits down next to her, hand likewise in the pockets of his jacket. "Truth be told if it seemed mundane if would be out of place with everything else that's been happening lately." He hasn't taken the time to get to know many spots in the city since... well... since dying. ""I do appreciate any help you can offer me. This is all very different."
Velveteen - Velveteen chuckled softly and nodded. "Aint that the truth, though....hang around long enough and even the strange becomes normal. Chatting with random newly turned isn't something that I do a lot of to be honest. Most I don't even know about until they turn up on the violations list so if I can help even one avoid that happening then it is a good thing. That in turn can only help those that you may turn yourself. Ignorance is something that seems to be handed down from sire to childe and before we know it we have a whole bunch of problems running around without a ******* clue. How long have you been a vampire?"
Trahir - He thinks back a moment, "Since the 16th. I've sired, I have a grand-childe, she is very astute and learns quickly. She adjusting very well and is no threat to the Masquerade. My childe, well, I did what I could to point him in the right direction to find help but I didn't think the blind leading the blind was in anyone's best interest. He was turned in a moment of regret. I didn't want to murder him and he was my first feed. I embraced him instead and er... pointed him toward Lancasters to seek employment." This is the most he's said to anyone outside of Corentine since the embrace. He looks a little uncomfortable at the mention of siring. "They are both doing fairly well."
Velveteen - She couldn't help but look a little surprised though she wasn't sure really. It seemed to be one of the first things the fledglings did...make more. "I am really happy to hear it. I...take vampire secrecy very seriously and tend to hunt those among us that break it. Though...I know it's not a viable long term option I do think that our introduction to the humans population is one that needs to be handled carefully and they have to know or at least believe that we are not a threat to them." She leaned back against the hard wooden surface behind her and kicked one ankle over the other. "Though I am curious as to what you do or don't know on that front. It seems you have done rather well despite your lack of real guidance. How does that happen?"
Velveteen - Velveteen had been busy crafting for most of the even and after having broken her final part for the evening she stood and wandered across the wooden floor wondering what needed her attention next. The card that had been given her the night before lay on the table where she left it and she picked it up to give it a closer inspection. Interesting. The tip of her finger traced a soft line across the leather that felt more like human skin than any other material she had come in contact with. The idea both amused and repulsed her but prompted her to ring the number. The card was tossed back on the table once the number was dialed and she paced as she waited for the other to answer.
Trahir - Trahir has been busy looking through real estate listings and trying to figure which ones he can broker a deal for at night. This would be when a thrall would come in handy, a ghoul as the books he's been reading refers to them. When the phone rings on his mahogany desk he is battering away at the keyboard and comparing listing of apartments in Veil Tower and Corvidae Flats. Real estate in his estimate is always a good bet. There also was a building that caught his interest, specifically a mansion at the north of town. After four rings he taps the bluetooth button at his neck and fumbles an ear bud into place. "Trahir. How may I help you?"
Velveteen - "Trahiiir," She let the name roll off her tongue like she had the previous evening when saying it for the very first time. There was a short pause then before she realised that he was likely wondering who the hell she was. "Hey! It's Velveteen. We met last night at the...Hookah Joint." She didn't even attempt to say the name of the place knowing she would fail miserably. "How are you? Hope you don't mind my calling."
Trahir - "Miss Velveteen, I hadn't been expecting a call from you so soon. I hope the evening finds you well?" Trahir is in all honesty not surprised at all. He knows the Masquerade is at risk more from an ignorant neonate such as himself with nothing but a book to guide him than by any other one factor. Empowered by newfound power, emboldened by the thrill of the blood, he can see why that's the case. "To what do I own the honor?" He looks over at the fish tank nearby, the fish tank he had wanted in the bedroom but Corentine had not seemed so thrilled with. He makes a mental note to bring home some leftovers from the slums for the fish.
Velveteen - The woman had stopped by the table and leaned into it as she pressed the device to her ear. "The honour?" This brought a genuine laugh from her. "You really are new to all this aren't ya?" She asked, her australian accent clearly obvious on the air ways. "But...to be honest, I was wondering if you were busy. Could maybe meet up somewhere just to have a ...chat. I got the impression you don't have a lot in the way of guidance at the moment and if I can help avoid have to hunt you down one night then I would like to be able to do so."
Trahir - "I have been keeping my actions relegated to the slums and have avoided contact with my... past life entirely. Those closest to me are no longer factors on that front." He stops and thinks it through though. "But of course, I would appreciate any guidance you could offer. As you stated I am new to all of this and to be honest, being hunted down doesn't sound like a sport I would enjoy. I prefer to be the hunter."
Velveteen - The fact that she hadn't already seen the guys name on the violations list was a good indication that he at least had a decent head on his shoulders but still...it couldn't hurt to check in to double check. "Umm...Thornside Park...by the river? Westwall end. Meet you there?" She waited for a response just in case it wasn't suitable which was a little out of character for her. Usually she would have just hung up and been half way there, simply expecting the other party to show.
Trahir - He mulled it over. The setting of a time and place gave an advantage to the one doing the setting. Not used to giving away any advantages had served him well in his past life. In this one though, he was in no position to truly dictate any types of terms. He was to be a pupil, or possibly killed. If he was going to be taught, he needed to do ask requested to learn. If he was going to be killed, well, he doubted that higher ground would save him. "Sounds good. I'm on my way". Before he is finished speaking he is out the door, down the stairwell and half way there via the vampiric blood infusing dead muscles with supernatural celerity.
Velveteen - She didn't bother responding and grabbed her jacket that hung over the back of a nearby chair, shrugging it on as she stepped through a portal that would put her close to where she wanted to be. It was only minutes before she was wandering along the north edge of the river keeping an eye out for the man she had met last night. He seemed quiet at the time but that could have simply been the fact that he was in the room full of people he didn't know or....the other option was that he was a person who tended to watch, learning what he could about those around him. She suspected the latter.
Trahir - Speaking of which, on a rooftop nearby the young vampire is calmly watching her walk and checking out all the other people nearby. None of them give that feeling of familiarity that vampires give him, but neither had his hostess last night at the party. Ah well, he'd find out soon enough. Down the fire escape and across the street toward her he jogs at a leisurely pace. His trenchcoat billows out only slightly behind him as he does, his hair in a ponytail tonight, out of his face. Combat boots, a black sweater and a gold chain with an ankh complete his ensemble this evening. "Miss Velveteen, sorry about the wait. I got here as soon as I could safely" he says as he draws near.
Velveteen - She could sense him before she saw him but she didn't show any outwards signs of it, instead looking a little surprised at the sound of her name. "Just Velveteen is fine...or Vel even and don't apologise. I haven't been here long." She strolled towards a nearby park bench and slid onto it , silently inviting him to join her with just a gesture of her hand which disappeared into a pocket immediately after. "Thanks for coming at all." She grinned crookedly and tilted her head to the side a little as she shifted her gaze to look out over the river. "This probably seems a bit weird huh?"
Trahir - Trahir sits down next to her, hand likewise in the pockets of his jacket. "Truth be told if it seemed mundane if would be out of place with everything else that's been happening lately." He hasn't taken the time to get to know many spots in the city since... well... since dying. ""I do appreciate any help you can offer me. This is all very different."
Velveteen - Velveteen chuckled softly and nodded. "Aint that the truth, though....hang around long enough and even the strange becomes normal. Chatting with random newly turned isn't something that I do a lot of to be honest. Most I don't even know about until they turn up on the violations list so if I can help even one avoid that happening then it is a good thing. That in turn can only help those that you may turn yourself. Ignorance is something that seems to be handed down from sire to childe and before we know it we have a whole bunch of problems running around without a ******* clue. How long have you been a vampire?"
Trahir - He thinks back a moment, "Since the 16th. I've sired, I have a grand-childe, she is very astute and learns quickly. She adjusting very well and is no threat to the Masquerade. My childe, well, I did what I could to point him in the right direction to find help but I didn't think the blind leading the blind was in anyone's best interest. He was turned in a moment of regret. I didn't want to murder him and he was my first feed. I embraced him instead and er... pointed him toward Lancasters to seek employment." This is the most he's said to anyone outside of Corentine since the embrace. He looks a little uncomfortable at the mention of siring. "They are both doing fairly well."
Velveteen - She couldn't help but look a little surprised though she wasn't sure really. It seemed to be one of the first things the fledglings did...make more. "I am really happy to hear it. I...take vampire secrecy very seriously and tend to hunt those among us that break it. Though...I know it's not a viable long term option I do think that our introduction to the humans population is one that needs to be handled carefully and they have to know or at least believe that we are not a threat to them." She leaned back against the hard wooden surface behind her and kicked one ankle over the other. "Though I am curious as to what you do or don't know on that front. It seems you have done rather well despite your lack of real guidance. How does that happen?"