[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/714cc847-a23a-4747-9ab9-9512d2cad958.png[/img] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/35/50/77/35507714b19bf59669b7abb4a646b8a6.jpg[/img] [img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][/center] Night had fallen over the United Kingdom and while things in London were in a tizzy because of the Soulless and the event happening at Almack's things were as per usual in Port Annan at the Southern End of Scotland. The port was unlike most. It was not the usual port town but server as a place where many a Clippers and other boats were built. A town with a rich history and ties to the Lords Of Annandale from hundreds of years ago. Though those times were in the past, some things still ring true in the present. Certain clans hate other clans, especially when one prospers and the other falters. Such is what brings us to Port Annan on this evening. One of the few ship carrying passengers has finally docked and is disembarking currently. The ship had departed from Dublin Ireland and its cargo and passengers were being moved off. Time was always of the essence but never more so when men had been at sea and would have an evening of debauchery ahead of them as soon as they finished. If it had been a ship carrying Lords and Lady's things would have been more... Humane... but as it were, those that had booked passage were not getting the kings treatment as it were. Under the swaying lanterns that provided light along the docks and cobblestone streets stood a man dressed as a [url=https://images.gr-assets.com/hostedimages/1453910557ra/17890035.gif]parson[/url], Calum Cumming. He looked harmless enough and rather out of place in this area of town where ruffians and pirates were known to gather. He was waiting on someone, a woman that was supposed to disembarking as we speak. He had instructions to wait for her and escort her elsewhere for services to which she would be paid handsomely if she succeeded. She would be taking the role of House Manager for Clan Kirkpatrick. The older mother of the house had fallen ill and with no daughters or daughters in law as of yet to help pick up the slack someone had to be hired to deal with the [i]season[/i]. Now while most Scots could give a damn what happened during the season down in London. Houses of history and nobility did to a certain extent. Things had to be in order to welcome people if they came knocking and wanting an evenings respite. Parties and dinners were held on estates. Summer was a grand time in the United Kingdom and Scotland was a booming economy right then. So everything had to be in order and matriarch of the Kirkpatrick's was in no condition to do so. It was far simpler to hire someone at this point and Clan Cumming was all but happy to help. [center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img] [h1][b][color=2956b2]March 21st, 1823[/color][/b][/h1] [img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][/center] [@Sputnik] - Cook gave a swift nod as Gerard followed his little friend out of the door and got to work on [i]convincing[/i] Everett to go lay down. That was the polite way to put it. Abigail went to straight things up but Everett warned her that the constable would probably think they were trying to hide something if she did before he was able to overlook the scene. It was in Hyde Park that Gerard would finally be able to locate a constable, and he received three for the price of one. They were near the scene where the woman from earlier in the day had been killed. Along with them was a rather finely dressed family that looked rather distraught. A father and son it seemed. On closer inspection it was neighbors of the Wyndham's: the Ballard's. They lived four doors down from Wyndham Manor. Mr. Ballard was friends of Mr. Wyndham and business associates. He had two sons, much older than Millicent was who had served in his majesties royal navy. A purchased commission. The boys: Richard and James had recently returned for the season on leave. They had no sisters, but that didn't mean that the woman wasn't family. Just family that the Wyndham's were not close with. (Granted the Ballard's steered clear of the Wyndham's since the new Mrs. Wyndham had shown up.) [center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img] [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] Almack's[hr][/center] Elizaveta smiled towards Mary, and shook her head. Reaching up she placed her hand over a large ornate locket she wore around her neck and gave a slight wink towards the Sister. Leaning in she whispered softly so that Mary would only hear. [color=a187be]"You needn't vorry Mary. My guards are mostly for shov. Not that they are not trained but I have seen more battles than they,"[/color] she said before leaning back and straightening herself. The door of the carriage was closed and one of her guards drove it off to park along with the other carriages and line of hackney's that were waiting for people when they came out. Looking up and down the building Elizaveta lifted her chin as a pompous looking older man with far more hair over his eyes than he had on his head. Though he tried to hide it with a wig that was twenty years out of date. Waddling down as quickly as he could considering his aged and bulbous frame. Those who trained would know this man. It was Arch Graveolase Buckingham. He was no longer the fit and trained man he had been five decades ago. Growing fat and bulging at the seams since he was appointed lead of the Council some twenty years before. Sitting down and conversing hardly made for a calorie burning exercise. "We were not expecting you until tomorrow," he said quickly as he came over to Elizaveta and company. Bowing deeply as he got to them, Veta did not return a curtsy. Rising her brows Elizaveta let a small smile tug at the corner of her mouth. "So it's true, I had my doubts." Righting himself as he looked her over. [color=a187be]"Yes I drav breath and never doubt the my father or the church,"[/color] she stated in a dove like voice but it held the cold sting of steel. He gulped slightly before looking over towards Mary. "Sist..." he began but was cut off with a lift of Elizaveta's slender fingers. [color=a187be]"Dame. You vill address her as Dame Mary Hale."[/color] Her voice just as stern as before. Nodding he cleared his throat. "Dame Mary Hale, I was going to ask what kept you but I can see why. You two should come in now," he said motioning towards the door. This was about the time that Fyror came rushing out. "Um yes, we should go in now." Holding up a single finger before gathering the length of her gown and robes she began to step over towards Kyror, her feet moving easily over the ground as she approached him. She said nothing at first, simply looking into his eyes. The same way she had the boy and Gerard earlier in the day. [color=a187be]"Interesting,"[/color] was all she said as after a long moment before blinking for the first time since she approached him. [hr][hr] [center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/e962757823d845783cc6356df1dc35b8/tumblr_inline_o8087g1osx1qgrm3t_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Almack's[hr][/center] Millicent could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as Rutherford kissed her. Not a happy warmth that filled her when things were going well. Nor an angry one as when her mother spouted off. This was agony. A tear stinging one of her cheeks as it broke free once he finally broke the kiss. There was a collective gasp from several of the onlookers. Such public displays were not heard of, unless. Turning Lord Rutherford addressed a few in general. "Now please, I was just overcome with joy with the current moment. I was simply sharing a moment with the future Lady Rutherford," he said proudly. Several gave nodding approvals and claps. Many of the women scowled and gave dagger eyes that could kill towards Millicent. Millicent herself wanted nothing more than to scratch his eyes out and bolt. Looking over the crowd she spotted her mother who never looked happier. Though her sisters were not with her. She could not find Fyror in the crowd either, for that she was partially grateful for. She doubt she could look him in the eye if she had. She felt ashamed. She had so enjoyed dancing with him but she had no choice in the matter. She had to accept. For her sisters, who were at this time walking out the front door. More like one was running and the other was in hot pursuit. "Now Emma you hold on one blasted second," Jane said as she caught up. "What?" Emma growled as Jane caught her arm but Jane yanked it away. "This isn't right and you know it." "So what? At least now we are free to chose. She isn't even our real sister," Emma said rolling her eyes. "She is doing this for us. You really can't be alright with this?" "Oh please, the rumors aren't true. Just jaded women spouting off because they aren't landing him. I'd marry him but nooooo. Millicent got him. Well that is just dandy, time for my to catch one as well," Emma said before turning on her heels and walking right back inside as she fixed several of her curls. Jane shook her head as she clutched her riticule. "Bollocks..." she muttered under her breath. Inside Emma made her way over to her mother with a large smile on her face and the two started whispering to each other. Millicent was doing everything she could to choke down the words and bile bubbling in the back of her throat as Rutherford took her arm and lead her through the crowd. A smirk coming to his features as he passed Virginia and Mosi before looking away. Millicent could only look over towards Virginia for a moment before her eyes darted down in shame as she was walked back over to her mother.