--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
‹Paige› Sister? Good evening.
‹Ursula Wolfe› Paige dear! So good to see you!
* Paige smiles.
* Ursula Wolfe smiles as she looks up from her cell phone and then puts it into her back pocket. Once it was tucked away, she held out her arms to her sister.
* Paige embraced Ursula. Though she was much younger than Ursula, she towered over her at a gangly five feet eleven inches. The orange eyed vampire bent to nuzzle against Ursula's shoulder, then lifted her gaze toward the stranger.
* Bartimas has settled himself at the street corner, not really far away from the pair talking. He is a handsome young man, dressed in dark blue jeans and a simple cream colored shirt, although both garments are worn and tattered. The young human has a wry smile upon his lips, a violin case slung along his lap, tilting his head slightly, perhaps sensing the attention upon him. A small hat rests turned face up on the ground in front of him.
* Ursula Wolfe glanced at the male that her sister had eyed and then smiled a little as she shook her head and placed a soft, but quick kiss on her sister's cheek. "Not here only a few minutes and already you are contemplating your next meal." She teased in a quite voice that would be too quite for the human to hear but just loud enough for her sister. Then she pulled back just a little, keeping her arm around her sister but pulling away from the skin contact. "Though he does look rather... appetizing I should say."
‹Paige› Paige smirked darkly. "You can have him, then," she whispered. It looked as though they were two women discussing the violinist's looks, not a couple of monsters eager to feed on him.
* Bartimas settles his frame a bit back. Perhaps of interest in the figure's shape is the old, but clean bandages wrapped about his eyes, and the slender wooden cane resting at his hip, close to hand, a bit of twine gently twined around it's handle to his belt loop. The young man toys with his violin case, the instrument quite old, one might notice, clearly hearing them speaking of him as he lifts the violin quietly to his throat, carefully plucking a string or two to set the tune before gently adjusting the strings. After a long few moments, he begins to play, quietly sliding the bow over the strings, a soft, mournful melody in a minor key echoing from his instrument.
* Ursula Wolfe smiled and nodded "Thank you, I can't remember when the last time I had it that way. It will be a pity though... think Jesse would like it? He's been looking rather down as of late and I don't know why. Do you?" She said, her glacial blue eyes resting on the mortal, sizing him up. She was 6'9" in her red sling backs but she still didn't worry about something as little as height. Being small was an advantage. Ursa continued to watch as he pulled out the violin and then began to play it. The song was soft and reminded her of something played at a funeral. "Maybe I'll keep him..." she whispered to Paige.
‹Paige› "Jesse goes in and out of depression," she murmured. "He told me that it was because he needed to kill. But you cannot kill every time. Nor can you turn every human you see into one of us." She held up a hand. "I won't stop you, though."
* Ursula Wolfe blinked as she looked over at her sister, her voice quiet "We only have two choices if we decide to take from someone, you know that. Or did Axel let you off there?" She said, it was clear there was still a bit of hurt in her voice when she brought up their sire, he had, after all been pretty good about avoiding her. She seemed closer to Jesse or her sisters than she was him.
* Bartimas quietly shifts his weight as he continues to play. If he hears them speaking, softly as it is, he makes no sign, instead perfering it seems, to simply continue to play. Quietly, his head moves from side to side, his frame gently shifting as he simply continues to play, that mournful melody echoing up down either street as the quiet, tattered young man rocks in place.
‹Paige› Paige shook her head. "I do not bear that curse," she murmured. She had her own demons. She glanced over at the male. His music was sweet. Paige recalled an officer she had read about who had run a concentration camp during the Holocaust. Apparently he'd spared a Jewish woman because he caught her playing the piano particularly well. Would Ursula spare this man? "You could just walk away," she murmured. "Of course, if you do, I may not be able to control myself. Better you should decide."
* Ursula Wolfe glanced to her sister once again "I could, and given the circumstances of things, it would probably be for the best. That being said, how do you not hold that curse? I thought all under Jesse bared it just like I also bare the altair curse." She said, nodding to the shadow of herself that was swaying to the music minutely.
* Bartimas continues to smoothly play, the melody coming to a soft end. The young man shifts his weight quietly now, his hands flexing on the instrument in his hands as he gently turns the instrument to the side, picking up another song. This melody is faster, more cheerful, full of rapid motions of his hand over the strings, the music rumbling around them in a quick sort of step
‹Paige› Sister? Good evening.
‹Ursula Wolfe› Paige dear! So good to see you!
* Paige smiles.
* Ursula Wolfe smiles as she looks up from her cell phone and then puts it into her back pocket. Once it was tucked away, she held out her arms to her sister.
* Paige embraced Ursula. Though she was much younger than Ursula, she towered over her at a gangly five feet eleven inches. The orange eyed vampire bent to nuzzle against Ursula's shoulder, then lifted her gaze toward the stranger.
* Bartimas has settled himself at the street corner, not really far away from the pair talking. He is a handsome young man, dressed in dark blue jeans and a simple cream colored shirt, although both garments are worn and tattered. The young human has a wry smile upon his lips, a violin case slung along his lap, tilting his head slightly, perhaps sensing the attention upon him. A small hat rests turned face up on the ground in front of him.
* Ursula Wolfe glanced at the male that her sister had eyed and then smiled a little as she shook her head and placed a soft, but quick kiss on her sister's cheek. "Not here only a few minutes and already you are contemplating your next meal." She teased in a quite voice that would be too quite for the human to hear but just loud enough for her sister. Then she pulled back just a little, keeping her arm around her sister but pulling away from the skin contact. "Though he does look rather... appetizing I should say."
‹Paige› Paige smirked darkly. "You can have him, then," she whispered. It looked as though they were two women discussing the violinist's looks, not a couple of monsters eager to feed on him.
* Bartimas settles his frame a bit back. Perhaps of interest in the figure's shape is the old, but clean bandages wrapped about his eyes, and the slender wooden cane resting at his hip, close to hand, a bit of twine gently twined around it's handle to his belt loop. The young man toys with his violin case, the instrument quite old, one might notice, clearly hearing them speaking of him as he lifts the violin quietly to his throat, carefully plucking a string or two to set the tune before gently adjusting the strings. After a long few moments, he begins to play, quietly sliding the bow over the strings, a soft, mournful melody in a minor key echoing from his instrument.
* Ursula Wolfe smiled and nodded "Thank you, I can't remember when the last time I had it that way. It will be a pity though... think Jesse would like it? He's been looking rather down as of late and I don't know why. Do you?" She said, her glacial blue eyes resting on the mortal, sizing him up. She was 6'9" in her red sling backs but she still didn't worry about something as little as height. Being small was an advantage. Ursa continued to watch as he pulled out the violin and then began to play it. The song was soft and reminded her of something played at a funeral. "Maybe I'll keep him..." she whispered to Paige.
‹Paige› "Jesse goes in and out of depression," she murmured. "He told me that it was because he needed to kill. But you cannot kill every time. Nor can you turn every human you see into one of us." She held up a hand. "I won't stop you, though."
* Ursula Wolfe blinked as she looked over at her sister, her voice quiet "We only have two choices if we decide to take from someone, you know that. Or did Axel let you off there?" She said, it was clear there was still a bit of hurt in her voice when she brought up their sire, he had, after all been pretty good about avoiding her. She seemed closer to Jesse or her sisters than she was him.
* Bartimas quietly shifts his weight as he continues to play. If he hears them speaking, softly as it is, he makes no sign, instead perfering it seems, to simply continue to play. Quietly, his head moves from side to side, his frame gently shifting as he simply continues to play, that mournful melody echoing up down either street as the quiet, tattered young man rocks in place.
‹Paige› Paige shook her head. "I do not bear that curse," she murmured. She had her own demons. She glanced over at the male. His music was sweet. Paige recalled an officer she had read about who had run a concentration camp during the Holocaust. Apparently he'd spared a Jewish woman because he caught her playing the piano particularly well. Would Ursula spare this man? "You could just walk away," she murmured. "Of course, if you do, I may not be able to control myself. Better you should decide."
* Ursula Wolfe glanced to her sister once again "I could, and given the circumstances of things, it would probably be for the best. That being said, how do you not hold that curse? I thought all under Jesse bared it just like I also bare the altair curse." She said, nodding to the shadow of herself that was swaying to the music minutely.
* Bartimas continues to smoothly play, the melody coming to a soft end. The young man shifts his weight quietly now, his hands flexing on the instrument in his hands as he gently turns the instrument to the side, picking up another song. This melody is faster, more cheerful, full of rapid motions of his hand over the strings, the music rumbling around them in a quick sort of step
Paige has graciously allowed us to post her parts and have the points. Thank you Paige! <3
