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[__trinity_]

The vampire shifted uneasily before Trinity, not seeming able or willing to meet her cold stare. He was untrustworthy and she had been suspicious when the sorry excuse for a vampire stopped her in an alley way.

"What exactly did you see?" Trinity asked, her eyes narrowing and her arms folded over her chest. "Julian, what exactly happened

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[kilraven]

Leaning against the wall outside the mouth of the alley, Kilraven listened to the sounds of kinetic impacts and vulgar language that told the sad story of the state of New York's unliving and their limited efforts in human resource management.

And people think the police are rough. Doesn't anyone try honey before the vinegar anymore? Ah, but here she comes. Mustn't get caught up and forget my own manners.

Straightening out his ubiquitous half-length black coat, the Kilraven started speaking after Trinity had cleared the mouth of the alley by one pace.

"It is rather difficult to find good help these days, isn't it? I quite understand, really. It's hard every time I need to break in a new secretary and they simply don't last."

[__trinity_]

Though she was usually quite aware of her surroundings, Trinity found herself caught off guard due to the fact that she had been focusing on too many thoughts all at once.

She searched for the source of the voice and found it quickly. A demon. Her posture stiffened as her eyes fixed on one spot in the darkness.

"Who are you?" Trinity asked, ignoring his previous statements.

[kilraven]

Kilraven smiled in the shadows and spread his arms expressively.

"So long in the modern cities of cities and yet you know me naught? But then, it is true that you have never called upon my offices in all these generations. Allow me then to introduce myself. I am Quintus Kilraven, a simple cthonian. Your lot often call me Quin. My card."

He took a step slow step forward and, observing the etiquette of the slow hand popularized by police dramas, very deliberately reached into his pocket to pluck a business card out and offer it gripped between fore & index finger. Minding the tension in the dame nosferatu, Kilraven allowed a hint of brimstone to cling to the card as a olfactory confirmation of his status. While she should sense his nature, the demon had found oftentimes, the simplest gestures helped set the nightfolk at ease.

[__trinity_]

Trinity regarded the card with suspicion, her eyes drifting between and the demon's face. Taking a tentative step forward, she took the card from his clutches and skimmed over it.

"And what is it you want with me?" she questioned, keeping her guard up in any case that he was untrustworthy.

[kilraven]

The demon laughed.

"Want? Why what makes you think I want anything but conversation and what might be asked of in that context? Really now, in all your years have you ever known a cthonian like myself to lure anyone into a false sense of security by talking and then 'sucker punching' them, as the saying goes?"

Kilraven calmed his mirth and shook his head chidingly.

"I was born upon the fifth day, dear lady. Do not mistake my motivations as like your kind's. If I wished harm to your derrière bien fait, I would not have attempted to strike up a conversation about people skills. My card, it tells the truth, if only the beginning of it."

[__trinity_]

Her eyes narrowed, still not assured by the strange demon. But then, Trinity didn't trust many at all.

"I'm not much of a conversationalist," she started. "So you're wasting your time if you want nothing more than to talk. I'm not into small talk."

[kilraven]

"No? Pity, but then this is a common problem with your kind. As the march of years carries you away from the gates that lead to natural ends, you lose patience for one of the few things that can survive with you."

Kilraven interrupted himself with a shake of the head.

"But I digress. You are determined to see things in terms of directly pragmatic angles. Very well. Consider if you would, that your own senses confirm I am what I say, yet you know next to nothing of me. I am here willing to converse with you, and if I am not mistaken, you like to consider yourself a force of some weight in this city. Ask yourself is it to your advantage to turn away?"

[__trinity_]

His words were trival and Trinity thought, quite overdone. She quickly stuck his card into her pocket and allow her eyes to flicker down the way she had come down.

"Look, do you actually want something from me? Or are you so bored that you take it upon yourself to ramble on and on to random strangers?" Trinity crossed her arms, starting to feel annoyed.

[kilraven]

Kilraven kept his smile off his lips, but not quite out of his eyes.

Can't quite let go of it, this one. Oh well, no point in pressing further for now.

"I think, you have given all you can for the time being. Don't let me keep you. Do give my regards to your young photographer though, won't you? I do hope he's getting on alright."

[__trinity_]

"My..." Her words trailed off as her eyes widened in surprise. How did he know about Gabriel?

Trinity regained her cold composure quickly, not sure she wanted to know how he knew about her affairs.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," Trinity said cooly as she slowly started to step away.

[kilraven]

I expect she won't really give the boy my regards. Ah, no matter. If he wishes it, he will come in his own time.

The demon inclined his head, tactfully choosing not to bring up that Trinity had not deigned to give her own name. Or even alias.

"Et vous. Be seeing you."