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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Millicent took a deep breath, hearing the door slam behind her. She had once again upset her step mother by insisting that her sisters be armed at least in the most minor sense of the word. Neither had been trained formally but knew where to stick the pointy end of a knife into someone or something. Very basic but Mrs. Wyndham would have none of it. Millicent would not go unarmed that evening though no matter what amount of fit pitching her so called mother proceeded to lash out with. Millicents first and top priority was her families safety. 

	Rubbing the spot above the bridge of her nose, she took another deep breath before heading back downstairs to see if her butler had found the hackney which had escorted the two others form her home earlier in the day. Thankfully he had and the boy was more than willing to let her know how things had transpired while they were with him and where they had gone. Hearing they were all safe to the best of his knowledge left Millicent with a small sense of relief. She wished they had come back here when they were finished, to thank them at least, but there was nothing she could do about it at this time. 

	She couldn't exactly blame either of them for not wanting to step foot back on her families property. While she had nothing against either of them, her mother was less than welcoming. Mosi was different and her mother had made it clear that this was unacceptable. Granted she didn't understand Mosi herself but she respected the woman. Not to mention that Virginia was a friend of hers, so that made her perfectly fine in Millicents book. Then there was Fryor... Poor man, her mother had made him the brunt of her tittering last time they had met in public and even though Millicent had put her mother in her place for it she felt it was not enough. The man was kind and brave from what she could tell, he didn't deserve such babblings. Even with the scar he was quite handsome, perhaps even more so because of it. 

	Shaking away the thoughts she wandered upstairs to finish preparing for the evening. It was sure to be a long one. 


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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/b7f05cad976600c1539dff698e89e7b2/tumblr_inline_nrxsipeAuk1t5prjz_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b]  St. Etheldreda's - Undercroft[hr][/center]

	[color=a187be]"Yes, of course,"[/color] Elizaveta said without hesitation. Following Mary down from her private quarters and into the bowels of the church. This was not where she had expected to see this day but events had changed and circumstances had arose that called for a change of plans. Gathering the folds of her skirt she made her way behind Mary to meet with the two gentlemen that were down there with the body. 

	She had already met the bishop on her arrival but this other man she did not know. Seeing Gerard she gave him a peaceful smile before turning her attention to the bishop who quickly passed on the information that Gerard had provided to him just moments before their arrival. 

	Elizaveta tilted her head to the side and stepped over to the body, her fingers resting lightly over the woman's as she seemed to become lost in thought. After a moment she finally blinked and looked back up towards Mary, the Bishop, and Gerard in turn before turning and calling out to her guards. 

	[color=a187be]"Bystro poluchit' moi veshchi,"[/color] she said in a calm and even tone in her mother tongue before turning back to the others. One of her guards posted at the base of the stairs darted up them quickly to do as he was told. 

	[color=a187be]"She has passed but will remain unless we act quickly. The Soulless has spread to her, she will rise again. I can sever the connection if you will permit me to do so."[/color]