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[Jesse Fforde]

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* Jesse Fforde || The moon still looks full up there, though I know it's not. A smidgen of its rounded edge has been shaved away, the shadow creeping in over its pregnant edge. The sky is otherwise clear, and I suppose this is what I like about Harper Rock. The nearer to the edge of the city you get, the clearer the sky becomes. The brighter the stars. I never used to look at the sky so much. I don't particularly know why it appeals to me so much now. But there it is. I'm sauntering along the street near the edge of Swansdale. I've just bought a house in Larch Estate, and I'm exploring the area. I'm staring up at the sky as I walk - lost in thought, thumbs hooked into the pockets of my jeans. I'll find some food, soon. Soon, but not just yet.
* Jesse Fforde || Attire: https://fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akam...5_n.jpg ||


* Kaja moved silently on bare feet, pushing the long, delicately embroidered black skirt aside every now and again to pluck a flower, a leaf, or an interesting shiny tidbit off the ground. Paying heedless attention to her surroundings or the man star gazing until she was practically trodding across his shoes.


* Jesse Fforde || I should be paying attention to what's in front of me. But I figure this part of town, at this time of night, is mostly empty. It's hardly the centre of the city. Hardly party central. And not many people seem to live out here - I'd thought the path ahead of me was clear. It's only when my shoes trod on something that I'm forced back to the face of the Earth; in a bid to keep myself from losing balance, I only make things worse. Rather than fall headlong over whatever it is that blocks my path, I fall away from it. I land hard on my backside, bare hands grazed by dirt and gravel as they break my fall. I blink a couple of times - what the hell did I just run into?


* Kaja stands upright, shoving her long curls from her eyes, her emerald gaze widen's in shock and horror. How could she be so thoughtless? Extending a hand to the man, she offers a shy smile. "Buna ziua, forgive my clumsiness. I am always in the way. I can be helping you up?"


* Catherine Nilson passes on her way to fulfill a "family obligation". A man on his knees, and a beautiful woman, smiling under a gibbous moon. The necromancer's somewhat distant green eyes take it in briefly, like a painting on the wall of an Italian eatery, and vanishes.

* Jesse Fforde || The thing I ran into isn't a thing at all, but a woman. And not just a woman, but another vampire. Of course--we run rife in this city. I'm more likely to run into a vampire than a human, I assume. Those seem to be the odds. She's foreign, too, with a loose grip on the English language. Better than me, I suppose. At least she talks. I perk a brow and shake my head. With little strength, I push myself up off the ground. I brush the dirt from my hands. The gravel rash will heal, probably within minutes - one of the deeper scratches brings a bubble of blood to the surface. I suck it away, watching the woman carefully. She's got flowers in her hands. Is she picking them for fun, or for a purpose?


* Kaja she gave him a warm smile, and in the typical bold gypsy way, she took his hands in her own slender ones, fingers caressing gently to check for any severe damage before she looks up at him again. "Please to be forgiving me. I forgetting there is many people here. I am Kaja."


* Jesse Fforde || Again, I have to perk a brow. There is such a thing as personal space, but this woman seems not to care. She takes my hands before I can shove them back into my pockets; there's a slight sting, but the pain is nothing compared to what I have been through. What I have put myself through. I give a slow nod. Kaja. Noted. I shrug my shoulders and shake my head. No apology required. These things happen.


* Kaja smiles at him and releases his hands, tucking her flowers into a bulging sack, her head tilts curiously to the side as she gazes at him. "Can you speak?" It was the first question from her mouth, the brain to mouth filter lacking in the gypsy girl. "I can know your name?"


* Jesse Fforde || The slow beginnings of a grin curls the corner of my lips. Ah, she's a quick one. There are plenty of variations that I get, upon meeting strangers. So many people assume I'm just rude. So many don't think to ask whether I"m actually capable of speech. And when they figure out that I'm not, they usually like to assume I'm deaf, too. I shake my head, again. No, I cannot speak. I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. From my wallet, I pull a small business card. On it, my name, Jesse Fforde, beneath the logo for True Love Tattoo.

[CharlotteC]

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* Kaja taking the card carefully, she studies it intently, her reading a little slow. Then the card vanishes in to the bulging napsack before she grins up at him. "Pleased to be meeting you, Jesse Fforde. Even if circumstances being a little odd."


* Jesse Fforde || I nod again. It is interesting, meeting new people, even though I feel I have no need to. That's life, though. People come and go - some stick around, some don't. I point at the napsack. I'm curious as to what she's doing with all those flowers - and if it's what I think it is, then she and I have something in common.


* CharlotteC stands off to the side, she had been walking by and had notice the male pulling out his wallet. Now though she just stood far enough away to not seem weird but close enough to keep her eye on the male. She had to wonder if this male was like Mora, speaking with his mine and not his mouth. She watched on, waiting for a good moment to try to pick his pockets.


* Kaja with a grin, she opens the flap and shows him the various bits and bobbles inside. As a gyspy she was naturally inclined to collect things but these were special items. "Is for making rituals. I having alter in my shop."


* CharlotteC moves only a foot or two closer to the two talking, still waiting for a free moment to slip in and slip out with his wallet -hopefully without him noticing- before getting lost.


* Jesse Fforde || There. I knew it. Rituals. I grin, broad and knowing. I don't come out here to pick flowers anymore, though. I have a whole bunch of Hydroponics in my hut at the Eyrie. Everything I need for rituals, I have there. There's a slightly wilted flower in Kaja's napsack. I pluck it free, and with that grin still steadfast I focus on the plant. My fingers feel as if they're warming up, and within moments, the flower isn't wilted anymore. It's coming back to life, full and vibrant and blue--it's kind of shaped like a heart.


* Kaja watches in fascination, eyes lighting up in delight, she claps her hands and gently cups her hands around the flower with out plucking it from his grasp. "Is amazing! I growing these in shop, too! But you making come to life again!"


* CharlotteC blinked as she watched the flower the male held. How in the? She thought to herself as she took another step closer even though she was still a good distance away. She looked around for a moment then back to the flower. That was a power she would kill to learn.


* Jesse Fforde || This kind of Necromancy is far less creepy than the other kind that I'm capable of. And, how'd I know? It would be a hit with the ladies. They seem to have a thing for flowers. Shame she's not human, and this little interaction isn't going to lead to a meal. Shame I've no interest in her at all, other than the vague curiosity attached to meeting someone new. I shrug - something I do often - and release my grasp on the flower. I give it back. The way the woman's reacting, it's obvious she hasn't seen anyone bring a flower back to life before. I wonder, slightly, whether it's a rare thing to be able to do. Is it just me, or are there others out there? Maybe it's a question I'll have to ask. Maybe Phoenix - or Velveteen. Later.


* CharlotteC used this moment, this moment when they were both pretty much concerned with their conversation about the flower to move in. She took a breath before she passed by them, sort of bumping into the male. As she did she slid her hand into where he had his wallet grasping it and pulling it free, trying to hide her grab with a light hearted "I'm sorry"


* Kaja the flower was tucked in the dark curls instead of back in the bag, her curious green eyes looking him over again as she smiled. "What is brining you out here?" She asked, some how knowing he'd have an answer. She grew distracted by the newcomer, watching her curiously before bending down to pick up a dirty, dusty old coin, the metal bit vanishing in to her bag.

[Jesse Fforde]

* Jesse Fforde || More often than not, these days, I find myself using the supernatual to overthrow my foe. Sure, I use the gun when necessary. I used to be a crap shot, but I'm slowly improving my aim. A round a corner only to greet the sound of a trigger being squeezed; I duck back behind the wall. Two shots ring out behind me. I wait. I hold unneeded breath. I clutch my own gun tight, before swinging out and firing two shots of my own. The hunter stumbles backwards. I leap forward, though it's not my physical body that attacks. Intead, my shadow, stealthy and solid in front of me, attacks first. The arm solidifies into a sharp point, skewering the hunter in the gut. I grin, as blood spills from the confused man's wound. At least, these days, I have a modicum of control over what my shadow does and does not do.


<Ever> Raids. It was the one time Ever allowed herself to give into the urges she repressed. This raid served as an outlet, a way to get that handled while doing the public a service; That's how she justified it to herself, anyway. Killing the hunters meant less people getting hurt, meant less chance of this Vampire Holocaust that some of the elders mentioned. It meant that she could continue on as she wanted, along with the few she held dear, and there'd be no issue. Hopefully. Having left the raid to feed, she meandered back in, loading her gun as she went when a familiar form caught her eye, catching the tail end of the hunter's demise. “...I'd hate to get on your bad side,” she joked with a light smile, head tilted a bit to the side.


* Jesse Fforde || The hunter continues to fight for his life, but it's a losing battle. Before long he's dead on the ground, and I drop down to my haunches to go through the guy's pockets. Before I can find anything of any worth, I am distracted by a quiet voice behind me. I turn with narrowed eyes, and then I grin. Broad. I slowly stand, rolling my shoulders. I tilt my head in a mirror of her own. I shake my head - no, you wouldn't want to get on my bad side.


<Ever> The grin was met with a quirked brow, sienna eyes light, the shy girl he'd first met still there but on the back burner. After a while of just taking in his visage, she remarked, “It's good to see you, Jesse,” her tone congenial. “How have you been? Well, I hope?”


* Jesse Fforde || Perfectly well, I might say. And yet I don't say, because I cannot. I take a step toward Ever - it's been a very long time since we last met. There's something different about her. For one, she doesn't seem to be turning into a walking blush. She doesn't look like the only thing she wants to do is hide behind something. I nod, free hand splayed across my chest. I then point at Ever; silently echoing the question.


<Ever> Had they not met again in the raid, she'd have been her usual shy self. She'd have made little eye contact, scuffed at the ground, and constantly felt like she needed to apologize for something. Here...here was different. Here she was wavering between herself and her other self, a threshold she didn't willingly cross often. To his question, she nodded. “I've been well, thank you.” This aspect of their conversation was still odd, as she felt a little off talking to someone who didn't verbally answer back, but she didn't feel as awkward at the moment.


* Jesse Fforde || I lick my lips. It's a human habit I cannot shake - they feel dry. They perpetually feel dry. They taste of blood--some of the hunter's blood, no doubt. I'm probably covered in it, and the blood of his comrades. I'm tempted to play a game--to see if this is just a moment of confidence that I can turn to jelly. I take another step forward, gaze not once wavering from the woman in front of me. I life a thumb to her cheek--she, too, has been killing things. I can tell. There's a spot of blood there - or is it just a trick of the light? I can't help but smile as I wipe the spot away--phantom or not.


<Ever> Another step closer by itself, she could have handled. Keeping eye contact, hard...but she could have handled that. The way he reached up toward her face, it took everything in her being not to drop her eyes to the movement. It took everything in her not to flinch away from his touch. But...what she couldn't help was the way her lower lip found itself pulled into her mouth, fangs kneading it as a blush—was it a blush? It was akin to it, certainly, something like what she'd done so readily in her human life—crept into her cheeks and her toe tapped a touch at the ground. Only just, though, the movement small. “...Is there...” she started before clearing her throat as it sounded too breathy, too different. “...Is there something on my face?”

[Ever]

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* Jesse Fforde || Ahah. There it is. That glimmer of the girl I first met. I could probably go further. Plenty of things I could pretend, just in an attempt to get this girl to blush. But--surprise of all surprises--I resist, because I'm thinking of Felicity. I nod, as I bring the thumb to my lips, sucking the stray drop of blood from the tip of it. Still, I don't take my eyes off Ever's face.


<Ever> Relief. Relief flooded her as his thumb was pulled away, the contact ending and allowing her space to breathe. Though, something about the way he sucked on it, kept eye contact, that was oddly intimate...and had her breath hitched while remaining uncomfortable, telling herself she shouldn't be feeling that way. It was just an innocent touch, to get blood off her cheek, that he just...sucked off of his thumb... “Well...thank you, then...” she half-mumbled, trying to regain the composure, the confidence, she'd held a moment before. “...For getting it off...”

* Jesse Fforde || I'm almost waiting for the apology. Maybe she would apologise for getting blood on her cheek to begin with. It seems in form. But she doesn't. She just thanks me, in that awkward way that she has. Job done - I've nearly turned her back into that shy girl that I prefer. The shy ones are always better than the confident ones. With Felicity I seem to get the best of both worlds. I nod my head and tip an invisible hat - gallant, as always. Well, when I want to be, anyway. There's movement over Ever's shoulder; I draw my gun, slide a hand around Ever's waist if only to gently push her aside. A shot rings out. I flinch and duck, and return fire, unsure whether I get a hit or not.


<Ever> At his motion, her lips parted to say something else, but it never resounded. Instead, his hand was at her waist, her body was being shifted, and the sound of gunfire reverberated off of the walls of the stony, enclosed space. As though on autopilot, she joined in, her gun suddenly at the ready and popping off a hit toward a hunter, only to see another coming up behind and instead focusing on it rather than on him or his own. She continues fire, shots narrowly missing the man's heart as her face contorted into something more serious, the girl he'd been talking to a glimmer of a memory. A sidhe joined the fight, summoning it as the man staggered back and attacking at her behest before another shot was taken and he fell to the ground, limp. Steps carried her toward him, the few it took to close the gap, before toeing him with detachment and rooting around to find some money that she pocketed with little to-do.


* Jesse Fforde || Parkour comes in handy in these situations. The rooms are small and there's not so much room to move. There's four of us in here, now. As well as body of the hunter I'd disposed of earlier. There's a chair, there. It looks sturdy. I use one hand, fingers splayed, as I launch my body through the air, spinning, feet striking toward the hunter who I failed to hit. There's a satisfactory 'thunk' as my feet hit their mark. There's a 'crack' and 'snap' as ribs break. My body follows through with the momentum. Again, I don't land the finishing strike. My shadow does. This time, the man is beheaded. It's a gross kind of conduct, but I take that head by its ruff of messy hair. I take it to a sack I have kept in the corner--these heads come in handy.


<Ever> A glance over at him, and she was back to how she'd been initially. Her confidence, though shakily held, was there as well as something slightly colder. Something about killing and the aftermath left Ever more...detached. Kicking the body out of the way as much as she could, she glanced back at Jesse over her shoulder to see his own progress, just in time to watch him stuff a head in his sack. Not bad... she assessed from the looks of things before getting a text. “Hmm...” came a mumble before sending off a quick reply and pocketing the device. “I'll see you around? You can...email me or something if you want? Otherwise, um...have a good raid?” With a small smile and a nod, she vanished in shadow and teleported out, needed elsewhere.


* Jesse Fforde || I probably won't email her. Not because I don't like her. But because ... I don't know. I suppose it's the way I've always been. I don't socialise like other people do. I remain steadfast, like a stolid tree in the middle of a storm. People come to me. And if they don't... well. I roll my shoulders again, and salute a goodbye. I shift the sack back into its hiding place, ready to retrieve it once I need to head back to the Eyrie. I move on, into the next room, looking for the next hunter.

[Kaja (DELETED 3329)]

* Jesse Fforde || I'm about to offer another mysterious, vague shrug in answer to Kaja's question. Halfway through, however, my shoulder is nudged by a passer-by. There's hardly anyone out here, and the path is broad. And yet she bumps into me? Far too suspicious for it not to be on purpose. With lightning quick reflexes, I reach for the woman's hand; I hold it tight around the wrist, holding it up. Grasped in her fingers is my wallet. I narrow my eyes, irritated, and snatch it back.


* CharlotteC yelped as the guy took hold of her hand. She really did know better than to try to snatch something from another vampire; they were always more likely to catch her. Actually, nine times out of ten they did. He took his wallet back and she turned red in embarrassment as she used her free hand to push her glasses back up on her nose. "Sorry dude, I'm just hungry." She said trying to turn on her charms.


* Kaja watched quietly, studying the two people now and wondering what would happen to the girl who tried to take Jesse's wallet


* Jesse Fforde || There's something off about this vampire. Because she is a vampire. But she could very well be mistaken for human--almost. One of those Allurist types, probably. Still - she reckons she needs my money because she's hungry. What does she do - buy blood packs or something? The glasses are a clever trick. Still, though - I push my wallet back into my pocket. I'm not the type to take pity on others. I might tell her to get a ******* job, if she's hungry. Or find the nearest human. Easy peasy. As expected, though, I stay silent. I glare at her, almost challenging her to keep going.


* CharlotteC arches a brow as she looks at the male and then looks at his grasp on her wrist. "Can I have my arm back please? Or do you plan to take it off?" She smarted as she looked at him over the rim of her nerd glasses. Not that the glass in them did anything for her vision.


* Kaja tilted her head to the side, bare toes curling against the ground as she watched. She, herself, wondered if the girl was about to loose an arm. The glare he shot was intimidating and Kaja was incredibly glad it wasn't aimed at her.


* Jesse Fforde || All manner of apology has disappeared. The woman no longer acts like some bereft homeless thing, in need of food. Instead, she shows some attitude. Probably not the best thing to do, after being caught trying to thieve. When next my lips curl into that trademark grin, I can safely say it's not a warm expression. My grip tightens--and I will keep squeezing until I feel a bone break. Unless she manages to wrench her arm free.


* CharlotteC watched the male's smile, it creeped her the hell out. She pulled her arm free with a bit of force and growled lowly in her throat. "Dude, what the hell" she held her arm to her chest for a moment then let it fall to her side. "Sorry for messing with you." She almost hissed as she glanced at him "oh and nice trick with the flower."


* Jesse Fforde || What the hell, indeed. She acts as if I should be utterly at ease with someone trying to steal from me. As if she doesn't deserve that old-school punishment - were we back in the dark ages, she'd lose that hand for the theft she attempted. But we aren't in the dark ages. She pulls her hand free, and I return mine to my pocket. I spare a glance for Kaja - she's gone silent through this exhange. If this theif likes the trick with the flower, I'm almost tempted to summon a hoarde of undead zombies - just to see how she'd react. No point wasting energy on mere curiosity, though.

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* CharlotteC turned her own gaze on the woman he had been talking to. Her odd speaking halted as she had growled at the male. Her brow arched at the female but she didn't say anything. Instead she looked the woman over to see if there was any way to rob her. But given that she had already tried and failed with the male robbing the female would just be insane. And since weed no longer worked on her there was no way she could blame stupidity on being high.


* Kaja she stared at Jesse and shrugged gently as the woman seemed to stare at her and then vanish. Her gaze turned to him and she smiled. "Is crazy, da? But what can be done?"


* Jesse Fforde || I shrug. Nothing, really. The new code dictates that any vampire caught thieving would be punished. But that doesn't really apply to pick-pockets, for whatever reason. Nothing can be done - by law of code. I could do some punishing of my own. But the point is moot.

[Jesse Fforde]

* Jesse Fforde || I don't often come to the catacombs. The raid is over, though--the head of the mob swiftly cut off by none other than my sire. Although I'd normally return to the sewers as my regular hunting ground, the Hunters seem to have dispersed. It doesn't seem like there are as many of them down there anymore. So why not the catacombs? I can pretend I've stepped through a Rabbit Hole. A Tim Burton-esque Rabbit hole, but a Rabbit Hole nonetheless. With sword in one hand and gun in the other, I move through the door from the Mausoleum and into the South end of the catacombs. It's dark and gloomy down here, and I move slowly, warily, ready to slaughter the first beast to cross my path.

<Athena> SWOOSH Her sword cleanly decapitated an Ancient Zombie. The bones crumpled, imploding in on itself almost as it crashed to the ground the bones spilling everywhere - - it sounded like music to her ears, odd considering she didn't really like any music really. Only the classical genre, and that's something she'd never admit to - not even if she was being tortured, and her life depended on it. Nope. She had a reputation of being a '*****' to uphold. Athena tucked the blade neatly into it's sheath as she moved towards a small alleyway leading off to the left. God, this place was like a maze.

* Jesse Fforde || I hear something approaching from around the corner--the footsteps seem far too light, too quick to be those of an Ancient, or of a Mooncalf. I peer around the corner, to see Athena approaching. Can't remember the last time I saw Athena, outside of Crownet. Behind her, from within one of the alcoves, there emerges a Mooncalf. With one swift movement I hurl the St James Broadsword. It archs, end over end, over Athena's shoulder. The blade lodges itself into the creature's torso. I grin, broadly, at Athena as I pass--I take a running sprint, and use the wall as a vault. Momentum and the force of gravity--or that which I'm defying--sends me hurting toward the beast, too. I reach for the blade, to take it back, while shooting random bullets in the Mooncalf's general direction. Another few slashes, and a few landed shots, and the beast crumples.

<Athena> The hermit was minding her own business, she wasn't paying attention to what was around her - she didn't even hear the Mooncalf behind her, she didn't see it's arm snake upwards, with a twirl she moved out of it's way as it narrowly missed her by a hair. She cursed herself silently. She was always so alert. She growled then, the pearls of her fangs showing as she bared them at the odd beast. Her body had twisted to view it. Not paying attention to the fact that Jesse was behind it didn't really click until she saw the broadsword narrowly miss her shoulder blade as it embeds itself within the beast, then she hear's rather than sees Jesse vault over her, the thought that came to mind was 'show off' she moved towards the now dead Mooncalf. She pulled out her own gun, which she had aptly named Jimmy and fired off a few rounds in it's would be face. Disfiguring it before smiling at Jesse. "I had it. I was good." She smiled meekly.

* Jesse Fforde || I have no doubt that Athena could have handled it. I'm not about saving damsels in distress. This is about wanting to let loose, to release a bit of steam, and to distract myself. Can't very well do any of those things if my targets are being stolen by other people - never mind that I am probably the thief in this scenario. I nod, and shrug, and continue to grin. Yeah, I know she had it. The Broadsword is dripping with muck, but I don't clean it. Not yet. Not when I'm sure there's more slaughtering to be had.

<Athena> He nods at her, and she shrugs her shoulders putting her SMG back in it's holster on her back. The only place it really could rest without getting in the way, her tome that would get her back to the Eyrie in her back pocket, waiting to be read when she wanted to have a rest. Athena was the type to be... social. Letting yourself get close to an individual was to show weakness, a spot she never really showed. She had a vampire family, yes - but she never got to know them. But being here, in this place with her vampire sibling - - well she had no choice but to try to understand him, get inside his head. "So... we haven't really talked." She said, trying to start conversation. her ears pricked up to the sound of a gunshot in the distance.

[Jamie]

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* Jesse Fforde || I'm eyeing the mooncalf, wondering which of its limbs is best to sever--the one thing I'm lacking, by not coming to the catacombs more often, are the ingredients I can get for the rituals that I ... well, I don't do them so much these days. I'll get back into it, sooner or later. It'll be nice to have a stockpile when I do. When next Athena speaks, I have to scoff, in my own silent way. I turn to her in mock incredulity. Really? We haven't 'talked'? Big surprise there. I shake my head. No, no we haven't really talked. I do get what she means, of course. I drop to my haunches and start to hack the flesh from one of the Mooncalf's limbs, to get at the bone underneath.

<Athena> The brunette pushes her mane of chocolate behind her ears. As she inspects Jesse with those golden irises of hers. She's never really taken the time to look at him, its then that she realizes the tattoos' he wears. He likes ink, she wanted to say out loud but buttons her lips. He shook his head, and she remembered that he didn't talk. Well, this was going to be hard to strike up a conversation, ha. "Do you like being a vampire?" Great, Athena. Wonderful question - she thinks -What you going to ask next, his favorite food? - She scolded herself silently.

* Jesse Fforde || Such an odd question for her to ask - the kind of question someone asks when they're struggling to find a topic of conversation. I've been asked plenty of odd questions in the past. People tend to get awkward around me. That's fine. I get it. With me, it's like eternally trying to fill an awkward silence. I think it's probably why I get on so well with Felicity - by nature, she's a quiet soul. She doesn't feel the need to fill the silence with mutterings. Though I suppose this particular scenario is different. Athena doesn't know me so well. And I don't know her. Of course she's bound to try to get to know me. Is that what she's trying to do? The Mooncalf bone comes free with a pop and a crack. I shove it into the messenger bag that I have slung, snug, across my torso. I retrieve the sword from the ground. I finally return my attention to Athena. Again I grin, and I nod. Yes, I do like being a vampire. I asked for it. Didn't know what I was in for, but regardless - I prefer my life now, to the one I left behind. I point at Athena, brows perked inquisitively--echoing the question, sending it straight back at her.

<Athena> He nods, and she's sure he answered her question. She nods her head slowly so he understands that she got his meaning about his answer, before perching against the badly bricked wall of the catacomb. Another bullet sounds off, bouncing off the walls and rung in her ear. She scoffs. More people having fun, hunting and killing was good for the soul. "I do." She said in response to his finger pointing. "I didn't ask for it, but - it seems to suit me, this lifestyle that is." She responds her tone was curious, as she watches him, eyes fixated on the pool of blood on the ground from the carcass of the Mooncalf.

[Jesse Fforde]

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* Ursula Wolfe sighs as she sits down near where she had intended to get out of the sewers, but the sun was starting to climb. She could feel it in her bones. Pulling out her bag she counted her loot from the Qz and hoped she could get some more food and back tithe apartment before Axel realized she was gone.


* Jesse Fforde || It's close to sunrise, and yet I find myself still in the sewers. It's probably not a good place to end up, sleeping for the day. It's where the hunters lurk, and what would they do if they were to stumble across the body of an unconscious vampire? And yet I cannot help myself - cannot help but to push the boundaries. And all the best ingredients can be found down here. Besides which, I can tome back to the Eyrie, quick as a flick. It doesn't matter too much. There's an exit, near the middle of the tunnel - below it is seated a woman. Approaching her, I know that I have not seen her before. And yet there is something... something I cannot put my finger on. I pause, St James Broadsword in one hand, gun loosely held in the other. I pause, head cocked to the side, unashamedly gazing down at her.


* Ursula Wolfe glanced up at the male through her long, doll-like black lashes, bright blue eyes meeting the males as he looks down at her. She noticed the sword and the gun and smiled a Cheshire Cat grin that made her pearl white teeth peak from behind rose red, full lips. "Why, grandfather, what a big sword you have." It was her way to use flirting as a way to ease tension, despite this male being a stranger. And yet... He seemed... Perhaps... Familiar.


* Jesse Fforde || I smirk. I am no one's grandfather--but I recognise the fairytale alluded to. It's one that I've rather enjoyed drawing in the past. So many people love to have the themes inked permanently into their skin--the vibrant reds of the hood, the gnarly garishness of the wolf. I glance down at the sword, and swing it, deftly, in a circle. The blade sings as it slices through the air. The girl seems familiar, though not because I've seen her face before. It's something else. I need to know who she is. And so I use the tip of the sword to carve my name into the fungi that has grown upon the sewer wall: 'Jesse Fforde'. I then point the tip at the young woman--an indication that I'd like to know her name, too.


* Ursula Wolfe smiled an even wider version of that Cheshire Cat grin as she watched him with the sword. The way it sang in the air before he moved it in the fungi on the wall. Her brow arched a moment. The name looked like something she knew but yet, it wasn't hitting home yet. She looked back to the male and stood to her full height, made even taller by the 6" red pumps she wore, and dusted off her bright red skinny jeans. "Ursula Wolfe" she said in a sweet, almost musical voice.


* Jesse Fforde || I perk a brow. She gives her name, and I immediately know who she is, and why there's that irritating feeling of familiarity--that ghost of a notion that you just can't put your finger on. I give a bow--overly extravagant (sometimes, when you can't talk, you have to play charades, and just be a little bit over the top--before sheathing the sword. Instead, I pull a dagger from my boot. I return my attention to the wall. Under my name, I draw an arrow, pointing down. Under the arrow, I write 'Axel Rosen'. Under Axel's name, another arrow, and beneath that, 'Ursula Wolfe'. I grin, waiting for the woman to connect the dots.


* Ursula Wolfe couldn't stop the soft laugh that came bubbling up as she watched the male bow. It reminded her so much of her father back home. The charming one he was, he often did things like that. As he pulled out the dagger and began to write again. He didn't have to go so far as her name, by the time he had written Axel's name she knew what he meant. "So, in a manner of speaking, you Are my grandfather. Or is grand sire a more acceptable term?" She asked, her voice keeping that musical tone that rose and fell with every word, as if every word from her mouth was a spell.


* Jesse Fforde || Again, I perk a brow. I shake my head. I am neither grandfather, nor grandsire. I suppose the latter works, logistically, but it's hardly flattering. Or inspiring, for that matter. There's no saying--literally--how proud I am of Axel. I will not fault him his need to... procreate. But I will not be called grand anything. Again, I apply the dagger to the wall. I scrape a long, bold line beneath my name--just my first name--to drive home the fact that I'd prefer she just call me Jesse.


* Ursula Wolfe cringed a bit as he scraped the wall, she was still getting used to the fact that she could hear better than before. That a lot of things were better than before. Still, nails on a chalkboard aside, the message was clear. She nodded and looked at the male, looking him over before she smiled, "hmmm, the strong silent type?" She asked, wondering why he didn't speak. Not that she was bothered by it, she found it rather interesting but still, enquiring minds need to know.


* Jesse Fforde || I can see the cringe out of the corner of my eye. It doesn't mean much to me - doesn't make me feel bad, anyway. Just means the point got across. Strong silent type. I'm not going to say no. I shrug, and nod. I suppose I like the fact that it's the first thing people notice about me. It's one of the only things they remember. That mute guy. Makes it easier to hide. To be something that they don't expect. Easier to take foes by surprise. I turn my attention skyward - I can only see the sewer cieling, but beyond it, I can sense the nearing sunrise. I half turn my gaze back to Ursula. Does she know the sun's coming up? Does she know that it's not safe to be stuck down here during the day? I'm curious, anyway - as proud as I am of all my progeny, I wonder if Axel has the same luck.


* Ursula Wolfe looks upward as well and then glances back at Jesse for a moment before she understands what was going on. Or rather, what it was that he was asking. At least, that is what one could assume he was asking. "I feel it, but I was tired after my zombie hunt. I had to sit down and regroup." She sighed a moment, running her hand through her long black and red tresses. "I don't know if I have the energy to hunt down something to eat and make it back to Axel's place in time. I have a feeling he's going to be annoyed that I even left. But a girl's got to eat, and if he wants me to work my magic, I need the right supplies." She said as she lifted her bag of goodies she brought back from the QZ.


* Jesse Fforde || I scoff, soundlessly. I give Ursula the once over; she looks sturdy enough to take care of herself. It amuses me, that Axel should be so protective. The woman isn't a housecat, to be kept indoors at all times for fear of being run over. She's got to have her freedom. But at the same time, I can understand. Ursula's not even my direct progeny, and I feel the obligation to make sure she's indoors and safe while the sun's in the sky. It's the gun that I sheath next, and the dagger goes back into my boot. I rub my hands together, and wriggle my fingers. I can help her, at least with the food thing. I reach down and take her hand. I lift it, holding it between my two hands. They ought to be cold, but as I focus, they begin to warm. I continue to smirk, watching for Ursula's reaction--I don't know what kind of bogus magic this is, but I only know that it works. I know that after this, she'll no longer feel that particular need to feed - so long as she doesn't feel it 24/7, like I do.

[Ursula Wolfe]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

* Ursula Wolfe watched as he finally put all the weapons away. It was his hands taking hers that shocked her. Since her turning she seemed to notice that her touch had an adverse effect on things. She didn't know thought what it would do to others that touched her. However all worry left her thoughts when she noticed the warmth of his touch. And try as she might, that damn grin found its way back to her face. She was just thankful that even in her mortal life she hadn't been a blusher. She glanced up at the ceiling once more before she gave a soft nod to the male. "Thank you for that." She said as she relaxed a little more. "How'd you do that?" She asked, she couldn't help her curious nature, she had, after all, been a paranormal investigator before she had her run in with Axel.


* Jesse Fforde || I release the Ursula's hand as soon as the magic is done. I straighten my shoulders, hand now empty, though I don't seek to fill them, or hide them. They hang limp at my sides. She asks how I did it, and I have to shrug again. Even if I did have an answer, it would be far too lengthy a thing to communicate via charades. Now that it's done, I think we ought to try and get Ursula home--I may have a quick and easy solution to getting myself out of the sewers, but Ursula does not. Not that I am aware. Otherwise she wouldn't be worried about timing. I gesture up at the exit--we'll have to make it quick.


* Ursula Wolfe looked up at the exit and then back to Jesse, she sighed, a bit unnerved about how the sun might treat her skin, but it wasn't up yet. It was close though. She nodded again and then draped her bag over her shoulder. With a small grunt, she started to climb up the ladder, lifting the manhole slowly to make sure that she wasn't spotted. Then she looked down at Jesse before pushing it aside and lifting herself up into the road. If there was one thing to be said about this time. The city really was dead. Moving to her feet and stepping back a little she looked at Jesse once more, not sure if she should thank him and run for it of of there was something he could do to move her the six or so blocks to the tower where Axel lived.


* Jesse Fforde || I follow Ursula up the ladder, making sure that my weapons are well hidden before I emerge out into the public. As soon as I am up on the asphalt, I push the manhole back into place. I glance left and right, and over my shoulder, to determine where we are. I know that Axel has an apartment in the same complex as I do. I assume that's where Ursula needs to go. I can see her watching, and waiting. I nod, before starting to walk at a brisk pace, pausing only to make sure she's at my side. I smirk - I feel like some kind of chaperone, or security guard.


* Ursula Wolfe nodded in return, the moment he moved, she did as well. She may have been in heels, but still she could keep up with him, at least at this pace he was keeping up. She smirked back at him as she caught his glance, what he was thinking she had no idea, but in truth, she didn't care. She smirked only because he wasn't to bad looking on the eyes, in fact, he was a looker, same as her sire. But aside from horrible amounts of flirting, she was in no place to start anything with anyone. She turned her attention back on the streets and headed for the tower. It looked like they would just make it. She turned her attention back on Jesse and smirked a little more "stalking me are you?" She was teasing of course but she needed to do something to distract her from the fact that they were currently out running the sunrise.


* Jesse Fforde || I like to watch people. I like to let them talk, as they sometimes like to do a lot in lieu of my lack of speech. I like to take their words and use them to assess them. I like to know people. I like to know their strengths and weaknesses. And as I watch Ursula, and as I listen to her, I come to assume that she has no lack of confidence. I continue to grin--I know she'll fit right in with our lot. With all but Felicity, I suppose. She's quiet, Felicity. I know she's got a ferociousness to her, but it's not something she seems to show anyone else. I slowly shake my head. No, no stalking. I could tell her that I live there too, but I don't. She'll realise that, sooner or later.


* Ursula Wolfe nodded as she looked at him, then she turned her attention to the roads, the signs, making sure she was going the right way. She was only a week or so old, give or take a day. It was hard to tell when her days had need switched for her nights. Though, in all honesty, she had been a night owl before Axel, so really she wasn't that put off. She glanced back at him as she spotted the tower, she gave a bright, cheery smile and dashed quickly inside for a girl in heels. She started for the elevator and then arched a brow at Jesse. She could have sworn on the families personal net that he had said that he owned a home, not an apartment. She didn't say anything about it though. "Thank you again for seeing me home, and for the help back in the sewers."


* Jesse Fforde || She thanks me for the help, as if this is where I'm leaving her. She doesn't know that I own a place here - the place here is just for me and Felicity. I don't share it's location - though Axel knows where it is. This is where I drowned Axel in a tub of bug poison. I grin, and follow Ursula into the elevator. I perk a brow at her, and as the doors slide closed, I hit the number seven.


* Ursula Wolfe arched a brow as she watched him hit his floor. She shrugged it off and reached forward to hit the button marked number eight, even as the elevator had already started to lift. She leaned back against the wall of the elevator, her eyes closed. She would be glad when she could get back to the couch she had been crashing on.


* Jesse Fforde || The elevator lifts, and I stand still. I glance over my shoulder to watch Ursula--an unnerving habit I have. I like to stare. It's rude--yes, I've been told on several occasions that it's rude to stare. But obviously I don't care. The elevator soon reaches floor seven - I walk out of it, backwards, giving Ursula a salute as I do so. It's a 'see you around' salute, as I'm sure I will see her around. I point down the hall, and hold up my hands - one finger standing on one hand, 2 on the other, indicating that I live in number 12. Another smirk as the doors slide shut. And then I head home, ready to greet Felicity and Cairo--and to once again continue my fight against the sun.


* Ursula Wolfe opened her blue eyes as the doors to the elevator opened. She nodded and smiled, understanding his info. She lifted a hand to give him a quick wave good bye and then closed her eyes again until the doors opened on her floor. She was glad she didn't have to walk far. She stumbled, almost drunk looking in the door. Closing it quietly behind her she moved over to the alter, setting her stuff down. Then as she sat she could fight her need no more. She laid down by the alter, her arm as a pillow as sleep took her.