silent, in the trees [open]

[necrocabbage]

Characters: Trahearne, open to everyone
Date: Early February
Location: In and around the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: There's a quiet plant guy lurking around. That might be a little weird.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet


A. During the day - outside the Dreaming Bridge
When he's not busy with other matters, Trahearne has been spending some time right outside the Dreaming Bridge building. He mostly walks around the outside of the Quayside wing, though sometimes he makes a circle around the Breakwater wing as well, to cover all his bases.

What exactly he's doing out there might not be immediately obvious. When he's not just walking around, examining the dirt and peering under bushes like he's looking for something, he's been leaving little pieces of jerky in specific, tucked-away places. Trahearne later returns to check to see if the jerky is gone, but even when it's disappeared, he seems to keep walking away with nothing to show for the endeavor.

Whatever kind of animal Trahearne is trying to lure out hasn't yet revealed itself, but he's certainly patient enough to continue trying.



B. At night - in the Dreaming Bridge lounge/lobby
Trahearne hasn't been sleeping well. Tossing and turning is one thing, but after the first night when he kept waking from terrible nightmares, he decided that persisting in a useless endeavor would only end in disturbing his roommates. The idea of having to explain what he was seeing in his dreams to two complete strangers wasn't just unappealing, he knew that it wouldn't help matters any. He'd still have trouble sleeping, and he'd still wake them with it, whether they knew what was happening or not.

Instead, he's taken to slipping out of his room after the others are asleep, taking with him a small pile of books on the Planes that he's obtained from one of the local libraries. Trahearne then curls up in one of the more comfortable chairs in the public lounge, reading by the light of a lamp, up until he dozes off or simply can't see straight anymore. Whether he's found awake or asleep, he's always gone before sunrise, either to get breakfast or to return to his room to prepare for another day.

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[necrocabbage]

Trahearne slowly nodded to Klaus. He didn't quite understand those terms in the first place, but the meaning was clear. It made this situation slightly easier to swallow, but only slightly. But what other choice did he have? For whatever reason, certain undead were tolerated here - or perhaps it was only Devin in particular.

It was still difficult to accept. Trahearne knows all too well what the undead are capable of, and to him vampires looked to be a more insidious version of the rotting creatures he was familiar with.

He narrows his eyes at Devin, only seeming further annoyed, but he manages to hold his tongue this time. "I would also like to be done with this. The hour grows late." It had been a late hour in the first place. So much for finding a moment's peace, or even being able to finish one of his books.

[purered]

"I agree this should be resolved promptly," Klaus said, dispersing the barrier now that he was certain they were done fighting. The crosses dissolved into dust.

He regarded Trahearne for a moment - he could certainly sympathize. When Devin had spoken with Leo, he'd reduced the man to tears. He wondered what he could have possibly said to incite someone to try and kill him. He'd have to ask the vampire later because right now he seemed a bit too tetchy to approach.

"Mr. Parker is antagonist but he's not a monster. And such rash behaviour could have gotten bystanders hurt. Please exercise more caution in the future - I do not want to have to intervene again."

[annihilist]

With the crosses gone and the situation rapidly moving towards settling itself out, Devin decides that he would rather not give their small crowd of spectators anything more to gawk at.

"Well, then - I shall take my leave, seeing as I'm not welcome anyway. We can continue this outside the city limits," he tells Trahearne, "if you won't take Mr. Reinherz at his word." Devin pivots towards the door, pausing at Klaus' shoulder.

"When I told you I was concerned that people would not be different, Klaus, I did not only mean forever having to stand at their gravesides," he hisses under his breath. "I meant this. You clearly still see me as a Blood Breed first before anything else, no matter what you say. This is where the honesty you advised gets me."

Without another word, Devin stalks out of the lounge, resolutely not meeting the eyes of their spectators. Leo will probably come make his opinion known later anyway, and a glimpse at the Fool's expression does not improve Devin's mood. The third is a stranger, and that's annoying, but right now he just wants to be gone.

[necrocabbage]

Trahearne sets his jaw rather than respond to Devin's offer to continue the fight. There's a part of him that's tempted to take him up on it, but he is at least starting to realize that this wasn't the time, nor the hour, to continue making more bad decisions.

At least once the vampire is gone, he feels like he can breathe a little easier. Trahearne takes a brief moment to look over the damage done to the room - thankfully, just the hole in the wall - before turning to start picking up the pile of books from the table next to his chair, one by one.

"It was never my intention to involve anyone else in the first place, bystander or not. I realize now that my judgment was poor. I'm sorry for dragging you all out of your beds at this hour." That was directed to the people in the hallway as well as Klaus. Trahearne knew that they were likely still listening in.

[afoolsgold]

Whatever thoughts the Fool has about this fight, he keeps them mostly to himself, save for the transparent look of pain on his features. When Devin departs, he slips quietly out after him.

[purered]

Devin's words hit him like a sack of particularly hard bricks going at terminal velocity. In other words, Klaus was somewhat taken aback.

In hindsight, it had been a pretty rotten thing to suspect Devin of being the instigator off the bat - Klaus had let his own prejudices rule his judgment far too easily.

He barely heard Trahearne at first, turning as if to go after Devin and... apologize? No, it was probably a little late for that. He'd already embarrassed him in front of all this people. A private admission of guilt now seemed... unfair.

"Mm..." Klaus rumbled distractedly, turning his attention back to Trahearne. "Thank you - yes."