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[img]https://s30.postimg.org/8uoso7135/virginia.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff]Location:[/color] Crypt Townhouse Near the Strand, London
[hider=House and Description][img]https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2621/3928496504_fab1dba590.jpg[/img][center]The Crypts purchased the house ages ago, as their dear friend's practice was nearby. He was an undertaker. Does that surprise you? It shouldn't. Alfred manages the household affairs, as the townhouse was originally used for attending events of the season, as well as to be present for public executions. Virginia takes a professional interest in them. That should hardly surprise you either.[/center][/hider] [/center][hr][hr]Alfred paused for a moment, only to have the silence broken by the tinkling of the manor bell. Virginia held up a single gloved finger, continuing the silence as she listened intently. It was peculiar for several callers to come upon the Crypts so early in the morn. Investors were to be expected. But pray, who else happened to grace their doorstep on this peculiar March day? 

Virginia smiled softly to herself, finishing her cup of tea before making any motion to attend to the caller. [color=9999ff]"Alfred, wouldst you attend to that, as I speak to the investors? The young viscount has earned himself an extension on his inquisition."[/color] She set the cup back down on the platter, and Alfred bowed his head slightly, attending to the affair at the door. 

Lady Virginia Crypt, her feet still bare against the floor of the manor, moved into the drawing room. Some chose to entertain their guests in the parlor, but James was often fond of leaving his playthings in the room. Virginia found them to disturb the occasional visitor, and as Alfred oft reminded her, that was not, by any means, the intended goal. 

[color=9999ff]"Gentlemen, to what do I owe the pleasure?"[/color] Virginia said softly, her hand delicately on the handle of one axe, as a smile graced her porcelain features. [color=9999ff]"I understand you are lacking in funds."[/color] Her toes curled slightly, and the gentlemen's eyes darted downwards, their faces revealing shock and surprise. 

"We were under the impression we would be meeting with Lord Dywell..." the first man, with an irritatingly chubby face, explained. "Is the gentleman of the house present?"

[color=9999ff]"Lord Dywell is away, and as of such, I am acting in his place,"[/color] Virginia explained, her smile vanishing. [color=9999ff]"Now, speak presently and quickly. I have no time for those caught in the conventions of sex and class."[/color] Her toes uncurled, and the gentlemen noticed her hand clasped on the axe, and Virginia smiled at them once more. The trio turned as white as a sheet, before embarking on a frantic explanation of the monetary needs to continue their scientific inquiries, and Virginia nodded her head. 

[color=9999ff]"I shall send word later with the funds, if I determine to continue this investment. Alfred shall see you out."[/color] She motioned at them slightly with her gloved hand, rising from her chair as the three practically fled the mansion, Alfred shutting the door on them. She shook her head sadly. Their research had been most illuminating and delightful, yet she could not condone the disrespect. 

[color=9999ff]"Perhaps we should send them a severed limb,"[/color] Virginia mused. [color=9999ff]"Could a tongue be procured to send to those [i]gentlemen[/i], dear Alfred?"[/color]

The butler chuckled slightly, before bowing his head a tad before changing the course of the conversation. In his brisk and blunt manner, Alfred informed Virginia that Almack's is requesting her presence at an earlier hour, in order to ensure the lack of soulless within the city. It was a slightly preposterous notion. Her mind could only glimpse up to fifty miles from where she lies--she had not studied in divining the future. The invitation to the event was distasteful to her as well, given her dislike of the Season and the parties it entailed. 

But she supposed, after the recent massacre, Almack's was simply attempting to perform at their best. It was true--she could glide with her mind, practically, around the city to look for the soulless. Perhaps if she performed this favor for them, she would be freed of any obligation to participate in the dull festivities. Glancing up towards her butler, Virginia was much aware of Alfred's opinion. 

[color=9999ff]"Very well. Do call for a carriage. Whilst I am gone, James should attend to his fencing lessons,"[/color] Virginia instructed, and Alfred nodded. Alfred had been teaching the young boy in the ways of the sword, as Lord Dywell was to have done before the disastrous voyage. Virginia did not smile, but Alfred, sensing her need, handed the noblewoman her shoes. She always had a tendency to leave her feet bare to the cool ground of the manor. 

[color=9999ff]"Thank you, Alfred. I shan't be gone long."[/color]