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[img]https://s29.postimg.org/3vyuyqcjb/virginia2.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff]Location:[/color] Almack's[/center][hr][hr]Had Virginia's mind not been swimming with thoughts of her parents, she perhaps would have outwardly chuckled at Mosi's comment about the Lord Rutherford. She knew that her friend, Millicent, must have been feeling an even greater pain--yet her thoughts had been plagued since the Grand Duchess's announcement. If news was not had of her parents soon, then James would be forced to take the family title. He would be thrown into the den of vultures, a den of scum just like Lord Rutherford. She would have to design some scheme before it was too late to save her dear brother. 

Virginia tried her best to look comforting towards Millicent as the woman shed a single tear, stuck on the arm of that loathsome creature. But she doubted that it was successful. Crypts were not known for being great at providing comfort. But her friend had raised her chin, and Virginia felt comforted by it. Millicent would be defiant to the last--she knew her friend was gripped by terror, but there was a strength to her. The fire danced in her eyes, the very reason that Virginia was so fond of Miss Millicent Wyndham. Of course, some emotions were best left unspoken. 

As for her other dear friends, Mary and Mosi, they both appeared to be readying themselves for battle. Mary's serene complexion was gone, and Mosi was handling her axes, inspecting them. As Mosi explained her uselessness with regard to the cargast, Virginia came to the conclusion that Mary's skills would perhaps be similar. So many were prepared for the physical soulless--yet the ethereal was perhaps less trained for. 

[color=9999ff]"Leave the cargast for me,"[/color] Virginia said, an almost dark grin on her face. [color=9999ff]"And if someone would keep my corpse from expiring while I combat the cargast in the astral form, that would be most welcome."[/color] However, even though she knew that she would likely spend most of this fight in an unconscious state on the ground, her mind struggling against the cargast, she still kept her two axes in her hands. The ebony blades gleamed. 

[color=9999ff]"Millicent should perhaps be the one to escort Lord Rutherford,"[/color] Virginia mused. There was little chance that Millicent would ever seek protection from that man. However...The Soulless present at the night may prove useful for dispatching the man. In the chaos and the death, his soul may be one of those that are claimed. It would be a fortunate stroke of luck. 

As her friend rushed off to protect her sisters, Virginia wished she could tell Millicent that she would personally ensure she had no harm to fear from Rutherford. But it was time for action. She recognized the Russian blade, a dim memory of one of the Cossack Crypts tossing it during the mamushka, only to be caught by her father's hand. [color=9999ff]"Let's,"[/color] Virginia agreed, at Elizaveta's prompting for the women to handle the Soulless situation. 

Virginia could not help but doubt that any man--perhaps save Fyror--would follow their example. 
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[img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/695caaabc5d1350cd062ed8616710b54/tumblr_omszcmzsOx1w3nwrko3_250.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600]Location:[/color] Port Annan ---> Teriny Inn[/center][hr][hr]It would have been more humorous to Maeve, that Calum truly was a parson, had she not a strong distaste for protestants. A proper Catholic girl, the protestants were associated with the British, with those who sought to enslave Ireland. She would have preferred for Calum to be playing at the role of a parson, though she supposed only protestants could be so clumsy and fuddle quite so often. 

[color=ff6600]"'Tis al' in the walk, Parson. Confidence. that's al' yer need to pass,"[/color] Maeve instructed quietly. It was the singular skillset needed to navigate port towns like these, in her opinion. She couldn't help but wonder how Calum made his way here without falling into some trouble or the other. He was a boy, sent to do a man's job in this so called haven of snakes. With his nervousness as they walked to their destination, she couldn't help but wonder what the parson thought of her. 

[color=ff6600]"Seems right more proper for you, lad,"[/color] Maeve teased ever so slightly, before entering the inn in front of Calum. The elderly man, Nigel, appeared to be rather kind, even if the thought of marrying a protestant repulsed her. It wasn't obvious on the Irish girl's face, however, out of politeness. And besides, with Calum constantly tripping over himself, Maeve had to do her very best not to giggle. A few chuckles escaped nonetheless. 

[color=ff6600]"Thank ya, sir,"[/color] Maeve nodded, after the introductions and Nigel's assurance that she'd be a welcome addition to Lady Kirkpatrick's home this season. She nearly signed her thanks as well, catching herself just in time before moving her hands. Muscle memory was hard to kick. [color=ff6600]"Is Parson Cummings always trippin' and stumblin' about?"[/color] Maeve asked good-naturedly.