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The ancient's head exploded with the force of the blow and it crumples down onto the floor. How many was that? He'd stopped counting. He brings out his cell phone and snaps a picture of the remnants, noting that he has a text. A single eyebrow raises as he reads it and he starts off at a brisk walk northward.

Much better than another post, he thinks to himself. His attire is simple, a black Wind River sweater and a pair of carpenter style jeans. Work clothes. Work boots. No jewelry, very plain. His hair is loose and hangs in his eyes as he walks onward. Eventually making his way to the entrance to the northern catacombs. He pauses, listening for any more of the walking dead or those weird cow things and hearing none proceeds forward texting back as he does.

From: T
Message: En route, black sweater and jeans.

It doesn't take long for him to find his man, not with hyper perception guiding him. The glow from his cigarette and the smell of burning tobacco act as a beacon to Trahir. As he rounds the corner from the hallway he says,"Beautiful place for a meeting. It has a cozy atmosphere does it not?" With that he steps forward and offers his hand to the man. "You must be Ric. I'm Trahir."

For a moment Trahir says nothing, merely watches the other man impassively. He appraises his wardrobe selection, his stance, tries to get a feel for him as much as possible. The cigarette smell doesn't bother him even though he himself never smoked while a mortal. He does wonder for a moment though if nicotine is addictive to their kind. Finally he opens his mouth to speak.

"Hm, seems you know the type of girl I would have enjoyed meeting when I was younger then." He stares back a moment, allowing an awkward tension to build before glancing toward the corner he had motioned to, cutting his eyes in the general direction. "More interested in where to store their bodies once I'm done than where to take them for a snogging. You said you could help teach me and I am here, a willing pupil awaiting instruction." He gives a small grin, it doesn't reach his eyes. "I very much appreciate you taking the time out of your evening to help teach me." he adds, acknowledging the fact that he does indeed need this meeting. It's a fact that galls him. He dislikes being indebted to others, to ask for help but here he is.

"Velveteen has told me I should reach out more and I'm sure this will also help relieve some of the burden she has taken upon herself in my education."

Practicality vs. Politics. It seems a lot of his conversations have been a battle between the two extremes. He had already been told not to trust any one person, that he had to widen his social sphere. Thing is from what he had recently experienced, the more people you have in your life the more devastating when it is wiped away. Still, he knew he needed people. He would just be careful as to who those people were.

One thing he had learned since becoming a vampire: Getting burned was bad.

"Not in the city no, but I have made some contacts as far as realtors." He glances down at the cigarette. "I'm looking at some of the larger properties on the north end of town. Best option I have right now is maybe relocating them to Corvidae Flats temporarily."

He looks back up from the dying butt.

"Any other solutions that work for others?"

"Absolutely have the time for a walk," Trahir answers amicably. His voice is warm and friendly but his stance is still neutral and undecided, his eyes searching. Trust among the vampires of this city has been something of a rare commodity of late to the young fledgling and he has learned to take no offer at face value. Still, Roderic is Tytonidae and well, Trahir has stated that he would protecting their lives with his own and that he believes that would do the same.

If he can't trust Roderic who could he trust?

He visibly relaxes, steps slightly to the side, boot crushing the nearly burned out cigarette butt and smiles. "Where to?"

The 8th Dimension Mall. Interesting. It resides fairly nearby one of Trahir's apartments. He nods at the mention of the place. "It's pronounced Try-ear with a rolling of the r. If you are more comfortable you can just call me T. As for the mall, I know of it. It's near Veil Tower. There's a leather shop in there where I bought my grand childe a journal for her to write in. Couple of fade portals in a gift shop there too. That's how I got here in fact. Have you met her? Her name is Corentine."

There, he is opening up. Well, sort of. It's closer to opening up than Trahir usually gets.

"One of the shop owners there has a friend who owns a fish store. Sometimes I get fish there to feed Gustave and Lolong."