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[sub][color=c0c0c0]"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."[/color][/sub]
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	It was an uncommon occasion when someone at a high social gathering introduced themselves to Mary with a smile, and not an ulterior motive. [color=c0c0c0]"It is indeed a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Crane."[/color] responded Mary. Mosi's next words about less than ideal circumstances, followed by damaged Presence Guards and a lack of general security. While said fairly casually, it struck a note of alarm in Mary's thought process. Serenity still gracing her features, Mary attempted a diplomatic response. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"If the proprietors of Almack's Assembly Rooms has sent for someone like [i]me[/i], Miss Crane, you may rest assured that circumstances are far from optimal. Most people here would prefer not to speak with me at all, a testament to the desperation needed to request the help of a Papist, let alone a woman-knight of the Church."[/color] Her voice was still dulcet yet authoritative, passing along information in a matter-of-factly manner rather than offering complaint of her situation socially. 

	It was then Virginia's turn to drop troubling news. Something akin to a Cargast? Headed this way earlier today? Did no one hear that Jeanette had just said about downed Presence Guards? Mary's serene outer visage was becoming more difficult to maintain. Did these people not realize the dangerous position they were all in, caused either by design or neglect? Mary barely heard what Virginia said next, concentrating on her extra-sensory gift of Tanter. [color=c0c0c0]"Yes, Heresy. A long and complicated subject..."[/color] But her mind was not on the proper teaching of the subject. She had detected something. Not too near, nor too very far away; the shoddy and inadequate security of the event had failed to keep out that which it was tasked. 

	The odd feeling that Mary associated with looming combat took her. No longer serene of face, she quickly produced one of her flasks of holy water, wetting the cloth wraps around her forearms as a new couple approached and introduced themselves. Whomever the Lord Rutherford, Duke of the Realm was, and his fiancee, the first word either of them head Mary utter was a quiet but harsh issuance of Latin. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"[i]Inanimati...[/i]"[/color] 

	She didn't bother introducing herself to the newcomers to the growing group of people around the Grand Duchess. No, Mary merely looked to Elizaveta for a second, moved her eyes to acknowledge the newcomers, and state openly, [color=c0c0c0]"Soulless. Already here."[/color] The Apostolic wished to study the reactions of those around her; who could be allies in this endeavor and who would be dead weight. [color=c0c0c0]"Indeed, Your Grace was correct. Blood will flow this evening."[/color] 

	Time to go to work.