[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] "Right, well be quick a'bout it. This is not a place for god fearing' folk," Calum said as he looked around, his eyes darting this way and that. God fearing folk? Was this man actually a parson or just playing the part? It didn't seem likely that he was a member of the church, especially considering who his family was but then again the way he looked around he actually looked afraid. As if he would be better suited in the pulpit instead of on the streets. "Oh my," he said to himself as he watched Neasha grab her bag and threaten someone with the board end of her stick. As she came back over he looked at her a bit stunned. "Seems you not be needin protection, just directions," he said, sounding a bit relieved as he spoke. "Um, yes, this way. Right, this way," he said as he turned and pointed down the street, taking a single step before he nearly tripped over his own two feet. "Oh fuddle.." he said as he started to fall but caught himself on the edge of a cart. "Hey watch it preacher!" a man called down from the driver seat. "Pardon, sorry, yes, very sorry," he said as he righted himself and looked back over towards Neasha. "Right, this way," he said again before walking off quickly. Grasping the lapels of coat on either side he walked down the cobblestone road, his knees bowing out slightly with each step he took. [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] - Mr. Ballard pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his brow. "I had feared the worse lad, thank you though for taking care of her in her hour of need. I will break the news to my family and we will go there to retrieve her body for a proper god fearing burial. God help us all," he said with a sad voice before putting on a brave face and turning back to his son and the constables. Stepping back over to them. "Go home to your mother and ready the carriage," he said after explaining. "Do not tell her yet, I will when I return. I shall be along shortly," he said before turning back to Gerard and waving him back over. "Lad, for our troubles," he said pulling out a few coins from is pouch and handing them out for Gerard to take. "We owe you a debt, please take it," he said. It would be offensive not to. "Lad, what are you doing out here at this time of the evening anyways?" Mr. Ballard inquired. [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 nodded towards the woman who came over. She did not know her but when she heard Mary say the lady's name her brow rose slightly and a smile came to her lips. [color=a187be]"A Crypt? My, God vorks in mysterious vays. I knov one that vill be interested to speak vith you soon,"[/color] she said once the introductions were complete. More came over and when Fyror confrtoned her her eyes drifted up to his. A sorrowful look coming to her features. [color=a187be]"I fear much pain in the future. A woman of chestnut hair and dark eyes. I have seen her in your eyes and anothers. Turmoil surrounding. Darkness enveloping. Pain. I knov not the cause but with the sight there is not alvays clarity. Stay vigilant and strong. A heart may break but it can be mended,"[/color] she said in a solemn voice before glancing around the room. [color=a187be]"Yet tonight I fear is only the beginning. Yes, help vould be accepted and velcome."[/color] For Mary, the Tanter was triggered. Her sense stretching out and it would cause a tingling in the pit of her stomach. It would be faint, telling her there was a Soulless passing as a human in the vicinity but they were at least fifty feet away from her. That removed any in the room from being a Cargast, Ryne, or a Hraew, yet the sense did not go too far. There was at least one inside of Almack's as they spoke. [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] "You needn't worry my dear child, her beauty is hardly matched to yours," Lord Rutherford said as he looked over towards Elizaveta, bringing a bright smile to Emma's lips. "Here, here, he speaks the truth," Mrs. Wyndham pipped in. "And look at the filth she surround herself with. You needn't be worried my dear." Millicent looked over and felt a lump in her throat form as she spotted the growing crowd around the Dame and Elizaveta. Fyror was there, conversing freely with the Grand Duchess. Looking away she fiddled with the pearls she wore around her neck that had been her mothers. She felt a tinge of jealously arising but she knew it was for nothing. She was engaged now, it should mean nothing to her that he was speaking to another. Yet she could not forget how she felt dancing with him. Safe and free, able to enjoy herself. Not caged and seething as she did not. "Well as a representative of the crown I must go introduce myself, come now," Lord Rutherford said towards Millicent. She looked at him aghast but he gave her a look that made her quickly fall into line and let him take her arm. Stepping over he made his way with his new fiance on his arm over towards the group. "Your imperial highness, such a pleasure to have you here. I am Lord Rutherford, Duke of the realm," he said bowing towards Elizaveta. The Grand Duchess's eyes drifted over the man but she hardly gave him a second glance before stepping over towards Millicent and looking her over, yet she didn't seem to push to look into the woman's eyes who remained down cast. [color=a187be]"And this young voman is?"[/color] "My fiance, Miss Wyndham." Elizaveta slowly looked over towards Fyror and then back towards Millicent. [color=a187be]"And the picture becomes clear."[/color]