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Her comment about the cultural melting pot had him laughing a bit in good humor. "Aint that the truth though? ancestors immigrated here carrying their respective cultures and now their descendants barely have the slightest clue as to where their blood came from." David was a hard blooded American patriot and normally disassociated himself from the supernatural world that he'd become a part of. Generally other beings held no allegiance to any one country but served themselves quite faithfully. But this exotic French Vampire, Trixy, intrigued him and he felt drawn to her. Perhaps it was her age and her power simply beckoned him to her side at a more primal level but he felt that she was a genuinely interesting person.

David followed her into the Elevator and pressed the button for the main floor then took his place leaning against the wall. "Well, despite our gloomy pasts i find today a sunny spot on my calendar." he said light heartedly, letting her know that he'd thought well of their meeting thus far and putting a twist of humor into it. The pun being they were Vampires and that a sunny day was a positive thing. David chuckled at his own wit.

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His face formed an apologetic frown as she spoke french to him. Sadly he was, originally, a third generation American and the language of his grandparents was lost to him. "I'm sorry Trixy.. I never learned French." his tone matched his frown in that he was sincerely sorry that he'd failed her expectation and perhaps dashed her hopes.

“It is nice to walk alongside another of my kind, it has been quite a long time since I have done so.” she said.

The elevator doors shut and it began to move. "Can't say that my past experience with others has been all too positive.. I think the last Vampire I encountered before today was.." he scratched his chin as he dug through his memory in search of his last interaction with a Vampire. "Hmm… it might have been at Iwo Jima. Yea.. i think thats it. Japanese Vampire.. killed some of my men and well.. I'm here and he's not." Though he's moved on from grieving for his men, he was still tentative to recall those past battles in any detail and his eyes seemed distant for a moment before he blinked it away and smiled at her. The elevator doors opened and he gestured towards them. "After you, Madame."

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A chuckle that he couldn't hide escaped his lips at her remark, followed by a sly smirk. "Alright. Could use a bit of fresh air… so to speak." he added that last comment as he fondled the cigarettes in his hand, thinking it was more than a little absurd to go outside for fresh air then pollute it with tobacco smoke. Ever the righteous gentleman, he held the door for Trixy and waited until she was through before allowing the door to close and catching up beside her. "I forgot to include my last name when i introduced myself, sorry about that. My full name is David Rouland." he said as they would near the elevator. David had still been wearing his red and black leather jacket and feeling a bit stuffy, he took it off and draped it over his right shoulder casually. Without his jacket on, the under arm holster for his Glock was clearly visible and along the straps that held it in place were several knives resting in their sheathes. Normally he wouldn't display his weapons so openly but Trixy was part of his team now and that merited his trust.

"Gota say, its nice not being the only Vampire here." he said with a genuine smile. "Its like explaining military life to a civilian these days, they just wouldn't understand. So its good to have someone that gets it, you know?"

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David bore her apology with an accepting nod. Her following comments about being a prisoner and the blood bags being prison food brought an amused grin to his pale features. The initial transition from live feeding to the bags was unpleasant to say the least and even David, so righteous, had to admit that fresh blood was quite delectable in preference to the bags. After the good doctor introduced himself, David shook his hand and likewise said his name. "I can definitely smell the difference. Trixy and i appreciate the effort you've put into it." Though he knew that the older female would rather fresh blood he was comfortable in assuming that she did indeed appreciate the better quality stock.

With some mild amusement, he watched Trixy feed and grinned upon seeing her twisted facial expression. Clearly her first bag was not an experience to be cherished. Doctor Bale offered him a similar bag of blood and though he'd already had his dinner for the evening he'd felt that perhaps he should eat, not wanting to be disrespectful by passing it up and enjoying the social interaction with another Vampire at the same time. As he took the bag, the two vampires locked eyes and David wondered if he should drink from the straw as was his custom or bite into the bag as she had done. He'd chosen the latter and a wide smile revealed his extended fangs as he bit into the bag containing the very essence of life. His gaze did now waver as he drained the bag a little slower than Trixy had done. There was no look of disgust or distaste in any form as he withdrew from the empty bag and he smirked. "That was quite good. Much better than hospital stock. Thanks, doc." he said with a nod to Dr. Bale.

There was a hazardous waste bin not far and David deposited the empty bag inside. "Yea.. I've been feeding on bags for a while now." he said to Trixy now as he leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, one hand fumbling around with his pack of smokes. "I love my abilities but I'll be honest I'm not too happy with the price."

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"You must be a soldier." those words were the most prominent to him. He'd almost corrected her 'Marine' he was used to saying when people called him a soldier. A silly thing of pride from being a United States Marine for war within the last hundred years. The elevator doors opened and Trixy was the first to exit. David followed close behind. "Trust isn't safe when you have worked alone for close to six centuries." She definitely had him on age, that was for sure. Things like guns didn't exist when she was human and the younger vampire respected that. Anyone could kill anyone with a fire arm. It took a certain skill to slay with a melee weapon.

"I guess you could say i'm a soldier. I was a Marine, back during the first world war. My unit was at the battle of Belleau Wood. Thats also where i was turned. A German Vampire on the front lines got me when i charged him." the memory was not a pleasant one and he grimaced in recollection. They reached the lab now and Trixy sniffed out an ice box of blood packs.

David smiled slightly and chuckled. "Oh yea, they're quite serious. Didn't think they'd have prisoners chained up for us to feed on eh?"

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David had to admit, her accent was enticing. He'd never really spent a great deal of time around foreign women even during the wars. 'Beatrix de le Croix' he rolled it over in his mind and thought it was a wonderful name, though Trixy was much easier. Though most Vampires typically had a noble aura about them and behaved as such, David was a fairly hardcore American and was at times a bit brazen and informal. "Lovely name but i think I'll stick with Trixy for now." He returned the smile.

"I signed up for this in hopes of making new friends to work with… I don't think I'm doing that well so far." a light hearted chuckle followed her words. "Oh well, perhaps thats for the best. As i said, I'm feeling famished.. care to explore with me?"

Still wearing his black and red leather jacket, he put his hands in its pockets and smiled with a nod. "Sounds good. I'd like to get my bearings on this place too." he nodded his head at the door in a gesture that they should head out. David would hold the door like any good gentleman would and wait for her to pass before letting it go. "I've already had dinner for the evening but it'll be good to know where i'll be getting my future meals. And don't worry about making friends, Mikael is a pretty solid guy and I'm easy to get along with. Cant say much for those wolves though, hopefully they'll come around. Mistrust aint good for combat."

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The whole ordeal had David shaking his head with disappointment. He was skeptical about working with the werewolves due to the air of hostility about them and their superior attitude. Though Beatrix, his female Vampire counterpart, seemed equal in her attitude of superiority. 'This is going to be a disaster' he thought. David was a relatively new Vampire in the grand scheme of things, not even two hundred years, but the century that he had seen was undoubtably the bloodiest of them all and he'd fought in all of its major wars. Those men were twice the soldiers that these other beings were and he would gladly replace them. But the reality was that those men were now long dead or far too old for this fight so he was stuck with a divided team of bloodthirsty supernaturals.

He would have to help bring this team together if they planned to survive much less succeed in their mission. A drawn out sigh escaped him as Carson concluded the brief and exited the room. 'Sure could use a smoke..' he thought but that could wait. It would be a good start to talk to the other team members and get a feel for them. The wolf girls would likely be less inclined to speak with him so soon after all the tension so he rose from his chair and approached Beatrix. Perhaps the other Vampire would be more willing to chat.

"David." he introduced himself and extended his hand towards her and locking her icy blue eyes with his own. His handshake would be firm and respectful, giving deference to her age over him but his stare would show no sign of fear or submission.