Wicked Man, what are you up to? (Jordan Brandt)

[Ursula Wolfe]

"Seus - noph - ynes - athe - usu - ton ..." Ursula chanted in her soft, enchanting, musical ebb and flow that she had picked up years before she had even been turned. Her mother and aunt had taught her when she was young that words - even those that sounded like gibberish - held power. A great amount of power. This is a power that she was coming to understand more and more the stronger she got as a vampire.

It seemed weird, almost wrong and unnatural that she would hold power still as a vampire that she had held as a human. A vampire was the very opposite of nature, nature that had held her power in its womb. Now though she wasn't just able to tap into that, she was able to expand on it. The tomes that she had picked up taught her the words, words she had no idea what they meant, nor the order to put them in, but at least it taught her how to conjure Demi-fae - a race she didn't believe in until she saw it standing before her as she started to chant those words, reading them from the tome.

In the back of her mind she could feel that she was no longer alone in her apartment. That meant one thing, her boyfriend had returned from wherever he went for the night while she had gone out to eat and then came back here to work on her rituals. She wanted to learn them fast and furious, to the point that she would often spend almost the entire night chanting insane and weird words to a race she hadn't known existed before she came to Harper Rock. She was glad that Jordan was good enough to know not to mess with her while she was like this, not to mess with her until she either succeeded or failed. Usually she failed so usually she would be in a huffy mood - especially if the Demi-fae in question not only managed to get away but smash her head in before it did.

"Eren..." Her eyes opened momentarily as she felt the circle start to fail, she tossed another ear into the pot and went back to chanting. She stayed like this, sitting on her knees, red peasant skirt out around her to hide how she was sitting. Her usual white button down was replaced with a chemise blouse under a corset. This was what she wore when she conjured and chanted, preforming rituals both new and old.

More words, the ring weakened and then dispersed as she failed the ritual for the last time. The Demi-fae escaped and she let out a little growl. "Damn it!" She said before she glanced at her Grimmore and picked it up, writing down the words. The thing was filled with incantations that either failed or succeeded. She grumbled as she continued to write.

[Jordan Brandt (DELETED 4481)]

Jordan had returned from a night of hunting in the catacombs. He could hear his beloved by the altar, she sounded very upset and quite frustrated. He knew better than to disturb her while she was chanting and concentrating. Jordan removed his Blade and other weapons, by placing them by his work bench in the corner of their room. He had really put them through some good use that night and definitely needed to clean them. After laying everything down on the work bench, he quickly removed his clothes, as he enter their bathroom. The clothes were carefully placed in the hamper and he turned on the water for his shower. He had big plans for him and his beloved Ursa. He really wanted to spoil her and show her how much he truly loves and care for her. He jumped in the shower and began to clean himself. Once he was done cleaning his body, he finished off by washing and cleaning his hair. The shower had refreshed and energized him back up again. Stepping out of the shower, Jordan grabs a towel and quickly dries himself off. His sort blonde hair was easy to dry. He simply just combed it back the way he liked and it would dry in just a couple of minutes.
He hung the towel up to dry and walked into the bedroom to get dressed. He heard that she was done with her chanting and hoped that her mood would be in a good one. She always worked so hard on her chants and he knew it bothered her when things didn't go well. He had an awesome date planned for the both of them and hoped it would lift her spirits. Jordan put on some casual clothes, but was dressed nicely for the evening. He believed a suit would be too much, and a pair of jeans and t-shirt would be a little too under dressed for what he had planned for that evening. So the pair of casual slacks and button down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled back felt perfect. Once he was dressed and ready to go, he looked at the time and realized it was almost time to go. He grabbed a single rose that he had brought with him, walked to the open bedroom door, and walked into where she had finished chanting. He held out the single red rose to her and smiled. "Hello my love. Care to join me for a lovely evening??"

[Ursula Wolfe]

The sound of his voice drew her attention away from the book and to the rose that he was holding out to her. She smiled softly and then glanced to the kitchen as she spoke "Thank you handsome, it's lovely. Would you mind putting it in the water for me? You know how I am." She said, referring to the fact that when she touched anything living without her gloves the things wilted to her touch and the last thing she wanted to happen was for the rose to wilt away because of her. Then she closed her grimmore, clearly she had been way to into writing down the ritual that she had tried and the words that both worked and didn't. Though she had heard him come in, she hadn't heard anything after that, she had been in her own personal bubble as it were.

Ursula stood to her full height after a moment and smiled to Jordan, his words hadn't fallen of deaf ears, she had just wanted to make sure that she didn't ruin his present before she answered. "Is it lovely?" She teased as she smiled at him and then moved to kiss him softly "What do you have planned you wicked man?" She purred as she looked at his outfit and then looked up into his eyes. "And should I get changed?" She asked with a soft laugh because she was still in her usual outfit that if she left the apartment with never failed to bring on odd looks from human and vampire alike. "Actually, I think I should get changed now that I think about it. Give me a couple minutes?" She asked/said as she moved to kiss him again and then slipped from his arms to move past him into their bedroom.

A couple minutes is really all that she needed to take, ever since she had been transformed she had been able to get ready in record times. Of course it helped that she had heightened sense to help her out now as well. As she changed she called out to him, "You know, if you tell me where we are going, I can get us there the moment I am done." She said, it was both true and a ploy to get him to give up some inkling of his plan. After all if she knew where they were going she could better tell if what she was putting on was good enough. As she waited for an answer she undid her corset and slipped from the flowy top and skirt. A skirt also just wasn't fitting for the weather and if she went out wearing that she was sure someone would realize that something was up, regardless if she felt the weather or not, humans did and if they noticed she might find herself on the business end of her sire's gun.

Ursa went for her beloved, bright red skinny jeans, a black turtleneck top, and her faux fur, leopard print vest. She finished the outfit with her matching leopard print 6" stiletto ankle boots that made her a good 6' even. She left her long black hair with its red highlights flowing in waves down her back as she moved back over to Jordan. "Alright I'm ready to go."