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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Elizaveta took a cool breath, glad for the water as it helped with her current weakness. The skills she had used took their toll on her but when she thought about the alternative she found it was worth it. It could be perceived as much to go through to save a single soul but it had compounding effects. What energy she expelled during the saving of one when faced with a mass grave was the same. Save one or many, she would feel the same. Thinking back to other situations such as this she had face on a much grander scale, it evened out over time. 

	Smiling over at Gerard with a softness she turned to the Sister Mary and nodded in understanding before her eyes drifted to the bishop. He had no reservations about Mary leaving now considering the circumstances and that everything seemed to be reaching status quo, though he would request they not bring any more mobs to the gates this evening. Elizaveta coked a slender brow before pushing away her thoughts and looking back over to Sister Mary. 

	[color=a187be]"It vould seem that everything is in order dear Sister. Shall ve be off? ve can take my carriage, a little more rest before ve arrive vould be velcome as opposed to valking or some other mode of transportation this evening,"[/color] she said in a kind voice. Holding her hand out to the young nun, she awaited her to lead her out for the evening. Looking at her guards she went back to her thoughts for a moment before addressing them in Russian. They seemed put off by whatever she said to them but they nodded in understanding and agreement. 

	The Bishop in the meantime motioned for Gerard to follow him. They could speak elsewhere while other members of the cloister took care of placing the body to peaceful rest. It was short walk to the Bishops office where he sat down surrounded by the splendor that the Catholic Church provided. Picking up quill and parchment he began to write down what he had been told by both Mary and Gerard, plus what he had witnessed in the undercroft. Every so often he would go blank on some detail and ask for Gerard to help fill in the blanks. A question here and there but thankfully he seemed to get most of it together before long and Gerard was dismissed, thanked by the Church for his service. 

	Over at Wyndham Manor, things were not as calm...

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Inside of Almack's it was all the pomp and circumstance one would come to expect of such an event in these times. Candles flickered as the music played, everyone adorned in their most luxurious of items and garb. Young women held fans in front of their faces as they tried to catch the eye of potential suitors, a light giggle and a slow bat of long lashes usually accompanied any introduction they were excited about. Tables of food set along the walls with various sweet and savory finger foods, glasses of wine and champagne were carried about on silver trays by service folk in their finest. Various smaller drawing rooms were off and down down hallways were women gossiped and men spoke about business, some playing cards together and trying to match wits without being obviously offensive. 

	Out off the veranda of the main room potential couples walked with their chaperones not far behind, whispering in each others ears things they dare not say for everyone's ear. High hedges and mazes of greenery created hiding places were they could try to steal a moment without causing a scandal but if they were discovered, a match could be forced so the chaperones were keen to keep just enough an eye on them to know when to break it up and when to let them be found. It all depended on if the family was pushing for a match between the two. Far too many had been forced into engagement contracts this way but it was the times. Even with the threat of the Soulless running about London, it did nothing to stop the so called frivolity. 

	Millicent looked as if she might end her own life; evident by the blank expression in her deep eyes as she spun around the floor in Lord Rutherfords arms on the dance floor. Her mother looking all too pleased with herself to see Millicent out there with the Earl. Her sisters thankfully were being ignored by Mrs. Wyndham for the moment and took the opportunity to seek out suitors of their choosing for the evening. Very little was making Millicent enjoy herself that evening but she held her ground and let the man continue to lead her on the dance floor as the music played. It kept him away from her sisters, that was all she could ask for right then. That and the cease of belittlement from her step mother. How she wished her father was there...

	"Smile Miss Millicent, or those looking on might think we are not enjoying ourselves," Millicent heard in her ear from Lord Rutherford. The grin that came from his lips made her skin crawl under his fingers. Layers of silk seemed to melt away, letting her feeling his vice grip on her waist and causing her to want to throw up in her mouth. "Or should I find a more accommodating partner for this dance?" he hissed as he locked eyes with her and motioned towards her sisters. 

	Millicents eyes widened as she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Slowly she chiseled a smile on her features as best she could. "There we are. You should smile more, it is very becoming. Not as handsome as some, but you will do nicely."