[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] "Neasa O'Connor?" he asked looking her over from head to toe, she fit the description he had been given. Granted he could have just been told it was a female traveling alone on the ship and that would have sufficed, any other woman coming off the ship was obviously either traveling with someone or had only boarded for "special" circumstances and short term "work." "I was beginnin' to wonder if the ship would ever dock," he said as he looked her over. "Got anythin' ye need off loaded from the ship?" he asked as he cocked a brow, she didn't seem to have anything with her - not even a bag with a change of clothing. "Well, if ya do, let's be gettin' on with it. I really don't want to be out on these streets once the ship gets fully unloaded, things get... rowdy... around here then," he said as he looked around. The port town might have been mostly for building ships but that didn't mean it didn't get the downside of many port towns. Debauchery was one of them, especially on nights when ships made dock. Calum pulled at his collar a bit and grimaced. It was obvious he was out of his element. His eyes darted about and his head seemed to snap around at any sound made, even though most sounds were just your typical sounds noise at a dock. People hauling thing, the occasional fight breaking out in a dark alleyway, people calling out here and there, the squeak of the lanterns rocking against the the poles in the wind. Things on the ship were getting unloaded, there really wasn't any order to it. Shit was unloaded and dropped on the dock. It didn't matter whose it was when it came to luggage. It was just dropped and left there to "fend" for itself. The main cargo was guarded but that was all. People that had been on the ship started gathering things, who knew it if was theirs or not. People that hadn't been on the ship seemed to be doing the same. If one didn't move quickly it would be picked clean without a second thought. [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] - The constables spotted Gerard and gave him a look over as he asked to speak with Mr. Ballard. "Mr. Connolly? Had not expected to see you out at this late hour," Mr. Ballard said with q distraught quizzical look on his features. "You know this man?" one of the constables asked. "Yes, yes, he works for the Wyndham's," Mr Ballard assured them before stepping off and away from the others to speak with Gerard. Running his hand over his head he sighed as he made sure they were out of ear shot before looking over at Gerard. "We are looking for Sarah, she is my wife's niece. She came to visit us and went for a walk this morning. We heard about the attack and we haven't seen her since. We are fraught with worry hearing that someone was killed and my dear wife is just beside herself. Have you heard or seen anything?" Mr. Ballard asked as he looked between the constables with his sons and Gerard. He went on to explain what Sarah looked like, what she had been wearing when she left the Ballard estate earlier that day, and so forth. Sadly her description matched the woman that Gerard had taken to the church earlier that day and witnessed Elizaveta "pray over". It would be tough news to break to the man, he seemed genuinely concerned. [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 continued to watch Fyror with some odd interest as she looked into his eyes, giving the slightest nod of her head as he greeted her. It was not until Mary had come over and spoken that she tore her gaze away from the man and looked over towards her newly acquired friend. Her brows furrowed ever so slightly as she nodded. [color=a187be]"In some vays yes, in others no. Such turmoil swims vithin,"[/color] she said softly before looking back over towards Fyror. [color=a187be]"Never before have I seen the same vision subject in the eyes of tvo. Most fascinating,"[/color] she said before turning towards Mary. [color=a187be]"I fear very dark times are ahead, ve must make haste, blood vill flov this evening."[/color] she said as she gathered the folds of her gown and made her way past Fyror and into the building. Arch Graveolase Buckingham following quickly on her heals as he tried to keep up. Elizaveta's guard did not follow, instead standing at post near the doors as he kept a watchful eye out on those around. "Your grace, you mustn't say such things where you can be heard by all. It could cause worry and this night is important to the ton," he said, protesting Elizaveta's nonchalant way of speaking. Veta paid him no mind as she walked through the hallway towards the main room. He continued on about how important this night was to London Society, and blah blah blah blah. Stopping at the doorway to the main ballroom she placed her hands in front of her and shot Arch Graveolase Buckingham a look of ice that seemed to chill him to the bone. [color=a187be]"Get on vith it,"[/color] she said coolly as she glanced over her shoulder and waited for Mary to take her place at her side. "Right... right away," he said shivering but glad she had at least conceded this small point of pomp and circumstance. Stepping to the side of the door, he announced them. "Grand Duchess Elizaveta Romanova, Imperial Grace of the Russian Empire, and Dame Mary Hale of the Catholic Church," he said, he half wanted to choke on the last part of the introduction but he was not crossing Veta it seemed that evening. [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] Rutherfords grip on Millicent's waist caused her to wish to be boiled in bleach to cleanse herself pet she plastered on a look of mild annoyance, it was the best she could do. Her mother and sister Emma were laughing and gossiping between themselves. Both seemed overly thrilled when the newly engaged couple came over to them, though it was obvious that Emma would have much rather Rutherford set his eyes on her instead of her sister. "Such grand congratulations are in order for the both of you, I could not be more thrilled to see the turn of events. Such plans to make at this moment, so much work but it will be well worth it in the end," Mrs. Wyndham said joyfully. "Your father would be so proud." Millicent shot a look of shock towards her mother. She knew those words to be a lie. Had her father of been here this would not have been an issue. Jane and Emma would have been matched with well rounded men of good character and Millicent would have been free to pursue her own interests without fear of the outcome for her siblings. How she wished he was here now, she knew he would have refused this match. Her heart sank as a piece of paper was pulled from Rutherfords coat and handed over to Mrs. Wyndham. The woman took it and looked it over before scribbling her name on the bottom line. "Everything is in order and the engagement contract is ready for your signature Milli," she said as she turned the pen over to her step daughter. Millicent found her fingers shaking as she took it, she hadn't thought she would be expected to sign so quickly. Such things normally took days to hammer out before anyone signed but it seemed that her mother and her... fiance... had worked things out well in advanced. Taking the paper she had to push down the urge to throw the paper into the nearest candelabra and set it aflame. "Sign it," Rutherford said in a harsh tone as he tightened his grip on her waist, Milli having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screeching out in pain. With shaking hand she signed the paper and felt as if she had just signed away her soul in the process. Rutherford took the paper and placed it back within his coat with a satisfied grin on his lips. "Now, it is official." The announcement came of the two newest guests and Emma scowled as she looked the woman over. "How am I supposed to find a husband now? Every man will be fawning over her!" Emma hissed as her eyes fell on Elizaveta.