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--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› Paige shrugged. She had always felt like a freak, so it was no surprise to her that she did not bear the family curse. "Perhaps I do and I just do not know it. Maybe if I killed him right now I would be in a much better mood," The adolescent teased and began stalking toward him. Something about the way she moved was alarming to people, but the man with the bandaged eyes probably would not see anyway.
* Ursula Wolfe turned her head as the music switched from slow to upbeat, her eyes shifted to her shadow. She could tell that if they had not been outside her shadow would be frolicking around like a fairy. But as they were outside and her shadow was more of a guardian than the shadows of Jesse and Axel, it was relatively still. "Hey!!" Ursa said with a bit of a laughter in her tone, running to catch up with her sister "Remember, you gave me the go." She said, winking before she looked to the male once again.
‹Paige› Paige stopped, mischief in her orange eyes. She knew right then that Ursula would make this human her childe. An act of compassion, but would he see it that way? No, she reminded herself, she was not going to judge her or stand in her way. "Suit yourself," she murmured very quietly. "Please bring him to meet the family later." With that, the gangly vampire walked around the corner, then peeked at them voyeuristically.

* Bartimas continues his smooth playing, his fingers dancing along the strings. He has nimble fingers, that much anyone can see, and his head is half bowed forwards as he rocks back and forth, his face relaxed, continuing to pour the music off of the old wooden instrument. Soon enough, this song too comes to an end, and he pauses, carefully lowering the violin to his lap and breathing for a moment.
* Ursula Wolfe stopped and blinked at her sister for a moment. The turn from her wanted to 'kill him' to saying 'hey bring him home later' had her floored for a moment. Was that what she was planning to do? She looked to the male as he ended his song, the violin in his lap. Then her eyes turned back to the direction her sister disappeared into and sighed. 'What to do?' she thought to herself and then continued to walk over to the mortal so that she didn't stand in the street to get hit like a schmuck. Still, even as she stood there, she didn't say anything. What could she say? What would she say? Would she take his blood? If she did she had two choices, if she didn't, and that was probably the smarter of the choices, then he would live his life in the city and likely neither would see each other again.
* Bartimas gently, feeling the air growing colder, shifts his weight, and starts to carefully put away the violin case, especially given the lack of passerby to toss coins and dollars before him, No clink having been heard of coins to the upturned hat just in front of him. As he sighs gently, he rises, shifting his weight a moment before he carefully reaches down, into his bag, closing everything up neatly before he begins to slowly work his way to his feet, every motion practiced, but clearly blind.
* Ursula Wolfe sighed again, shaking her head. She knew better than to talk to someone but as a simple street performer, she knew that he probably, if nothing else depended on tips for living his life. "That was quite an interesting showing. If not a little short." She said softly as she moved a little closer to him.
* Bartimas tilts his head as he hears the sound of the woman appproaching, one hand resting on the slender, plain wooden cane in his hand while the other gently rests on his violin case, guiding it about behind him, against the small of his back. His voice is gentle as he says "It is getting cold, and it is rather quiet here... Ill move perhaps into one of the train stations i think.
* Ursula Wolfe arched her brow for a moment, thankfully he couldn't see that. "I do believe all of our train stations are outside as well, but there is a place near by that I can show you to that would be warm enough for you to be in." Her tone was cool but polite.
* Bartimas laughs gently, and says "The train stations are outside... But they have people going through them..." He shakes his head gently, and says "One only ever wants the wind to stop blowing directly on them, and have people walk by so my music can be heard.
* Ursula Wolfe laughed a little "Touche, well then the station is not too far away. And there are always people moving in and out of all of them. Would you like some assistance getting there?"
* Bartimas shakes his head gently, saying "No, im quite comfortable walking by myself. I spend so much time with just myself, there is no point getting helped..' He shakes his head somewhat wryly, before his cane begins to tap in front of his feet, carefully heading down the street, towards the station.
* Ursula Wolfe blinked for a moment "Well then, have a good night, sir." She said and turned to head towards the direction her sister had walked in, hopefully she could catch up to her sister and they could find something more amusing to do. Perhaps some hunter killing.
* Bartimas makes his way to the train station area, aiming to set up shop and relax, his frame sagging a bit once he gets out of direct observation, clearly far more tired and worn then he typically lets on.

Days Later

* Ursula Wolfe let out a sigh as she sat on the edge of the dock, she had been fishing earlier, something she did from time to time to remind herself of her father. Her icy eyes closed for a moment before opening and glancing around. Her feet dangled into the water, thankfully none of the fish had started to surface because of it, but she was just waiting for the **** to hit the fan. She would pull back before the humans around could notice though. Her eyes closed again and she pulled one knee up to her chest, resting her head against her knee.
* Bartimas She would soon enough hear a soft, familiar sort of sound... Very gentle violin music echoing out from the entrance to the warf, softly filling the air. A familiar, clean, if worn sort of shape, a young man with bandages covering his eyes, sitting with a violin resting at his throat. This time there are several dollars, a bit of money filling the hat hanging in front of him while he quietly continues to play, shifting his weight gently even while he continues to play -d-
* Ursula Wolfe lifted her head as she heard the music, its sweet sound echoing over the river as it flowed through the city. She turned to look back and once again spotted the male musician that she and her sister had spotted once before. She smirked a little and pulled her feet up, shaking them off a little before she was sliding her heels back on. Ursa then slowly lifted herself up to her feet and turned, making her way over to the male. She listened to the music but she was beginning to wonder if this male, a male she was sure not only had not seen her ever, was stalking her. Her arms crossed over her chest, causing the soft jingle of her bell like jewelry that she was wearing.
* Bartimas lifts his head slightly as he hears the sound of soft bells from nearby. He shifts his weight, leaning forwards slightly in his seat as he finishes his song, laying the instrument gently down and across his lap while he sighs slightly to himself. He after a long moment, quietly says "Is that you again, Miss?" in a quieter tone, frowning a moment as he says "Something... familiar... is on the air.." he sighs slightly now -d-
* Ursula Wolfe took a step back, blinking for a moment. How could he recognize her? She had not yet said anything. Perhaps it was one of those things that they said about the blind, how their other senses came into play. "I am beginning to think that I am being stalked, sir." She said as her arms dropped to her side and then let both hands slip into her pockets.
* Bartimas smiles gently, and says "One might say the same of you, Miss...' He tilts his head, saying "Or, perhaps, you hear the sound of my violin and come to call..." he sighs, shaking his head gently as he shifts in place now, gently leaning back and against the wall as he murmurs softly "I have always enjoyed the sounds of the ocean... It is pleasant to hear...' He tilts his head back, smiling faintly now -d-
* Ursula Wolfe rolled her eyes and shook her head, though she knew the male couldn't see it. It was more for her than it was for him. "I don't come when called, despite my attitude saying otherwise 90% of the time, I am far from a *****." She said with a harsh, short laugh before she glanced down to the violin. "How long have you been playing?"

* Bartimas after a moment, lets out a sad sort of sound. He gently flexes his hands on the instrument in his hands, saying after a brief pause "I learned to play when i was five..' he trails off, saying "One of the people who took me in at the time felt it would be worthwhile to learn something i could do with my hands..." -d-
* Ursula Wolfe smiled a bit "Well you know what they say, 'Idle hands are the devil's playthings'." She gave a bit of a laugh, realizing the irony of it, because in truth, she was probably the devil now, or rather, one of many in this city. Ursa moved over to an empty fisherman's chair that was near where she had been sitting before and took a seat in it. "Well that was rather nice of them. You are quite talented I must say though. Is the violin expensive?"
* Bartimas smiles gently and says "They say that mostly for other reasons I think, then true idleness..' He sighs, and lowers his head a moment, saying after a moment "The violin is the only thing i own of any real value I think...." he sighs a moment now before he gently shifts his weight, saying softly "I... Sometimes wish i had more of value, then i realise how much simpler life is with it..." -d-
* Ursula Wolfe nodded "I can understand that, I was pretty much the same way when I came to this city. I only had my phone and some close on me, of course than the guy I got messed up with decided to break that. Still hasn't got me a new one yet." She said that last part more to herself than to him but she didn't care if he heard her.
* Bartimas smiles faintly and says "I do not understand this obsession with phones and electronics sweeping things of late..' he grimaces a moment, before he says "It is strange to me, to always have something at my hip which relies on other things then just my hands to keep working" -d-
* Ursula Wolfe nodded again "Hey, I'm a girl, and I was very popular and quite a hard worker back where I was from before I got here. Of course, I am still a hard worker." She said with a laugh glad that he couldn't see her new toy at her hip. The Rapier that she had gotten as a gift from a family member earlier in the night. "I can understand though needing to have something at your hip. I am the same way."
* Bartimas stretches himself out gently before he carefully starts to set the violin back into it's case, managing a wry expression now before he says gently "Working hard, and attention to detail, is what seperates those who would not rise above their lives, to create something... better. that is the secret to music... THat each detail makes the whole all the more perfect...' -d-
* Ursula Wolfe snorted a little "That is the secret to success in general, sir. My father used to say something like that before, I never really learned to play an instrument though."
* Bartimas smiles gently, and says "I recommend picking it up..." He turns his blind gaze over towards her, saying after a gentle moment "Instruments make one's life more complete i think..' He stretches a moment, before he gently stands, resting his hand on his cane -d-
* Ursula Wolfe couldn't help but snort again. Her life, technically was over, but despite liking music, she preferred dancing, both with a partner and with a blade. She moved her hand to wrap around the handle of her sword for a moment and then sighed softly as she heard a beep sound from her phone. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid I have to cut our conversation to an end. I need to be getting to work. I'm sorry." She said and then slipped passed him without even bumping him.