[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9999ff]Virgi[/color][color=c4df9b]nette[/color][/h1][img]https://s23.postimg.org/9c1qdwx8b/virmosi.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff]Loca[/color][color=c4df9b]tion:[/color] Almack's
[url=https://youtu.be/3X9LvC9WkkQ]Mood Music[/url][/center][hr][color=c4df9b]"I guess it's like how we used to train back in the Americas."[/color] Mosi stated as they divided into groups. Since she was with Virginia things were rather straight without any confusing complications. Mosi was versed in physical fighting so she planned to stall and stop and Soulless of the physical variety to not get to her friend.[color=c4df9b]" Should we head upstairs then?"[/color]

Virginia's head turned in the direction of the scream, and she frowned. Millicent had gone in that direction--yet she had to trust that her friend was capable of providing her own defense. The fat, thick, and naive members of the ton required assistance. As much as she did not care especially for the members of British society, it was in her best interest, as well as her friends, to join Mosi in combat. [color=9999ff]"We shall,[/color]" Virginia agreed. [color=9999ff]"It is a lovely night to face the reaper, after all."[/color]

[color=c4df9b]"Indeed... it has started."[/color] Mosi agreed, also noting the scream. This was going to be a night to remember for one reason or another.

This... was not how Mosi imagined things to go. She barely made any progress forward before she was stopped in her tracks by the crazy herd of animals that were currently behaving like they were being wrangled by a hound. This was going to be a lot harder than she imagined it indeed. She even missed being trampled on by complete luck, managing to get a hold of her footing and not get knocked down.

Virginia saw her friend nearly get trampled with the crowd, as everyone ran towards and away from the doors in a mad frenzy. Even if they managed to get through the crowd without serious injury, she doubted that they'd be able to separate the living from the dead. Sighing slightly, given her distaste for social interaction with the ton, Virginia cleared her throat, mustering up all of the leadership strength her dear father had imparted on her. [color=9999ff]"Step aside so that Ms. Crane and myself may check the second floor for the soulless threat!"[/color] Virginia called out, her voice calm and confident. [color=9999ff]"Please make your way into the ballroom--it shall be secured shortly. [i]Clear the way.[/i]"[/color]

Yet her success was only partial. More chose to roll their eyes at her and ignore her--whether it was due to her gender or family name, she hadn't had time to speculate--and others simply did not listen. As for those souls who decided--rightly so, in Virginia's mind--to heed her words, their pleas with the rest were in vain. The mob turned upon itself, and a saber appeared through the back of the poor soul standing directly in front of her. 

[color=9999ff]"What a waste,"[/color] Virginia sighed wistfully. Those who did not know her may have assumed that she lamented the loss of life--but it was more the opposite. There was a proper bloodbath about to break out, and she could not enjoy the misery of it all. However, Virginia spied a pathway through the slaughter, one that would allow them into the galley and into the hallway. [color=9999ff]"My leadership skills are perhaps not as ineffective as they had seemed,"[/color] Virginia mused with a slight smile. [color=9999ff]"Come, dear Mosi. The way is clear."[/color]

And the inevitable happened to no surprise on Mosi's side. She knew how stupid people get and this was nothing surprising indeed. She was very angry when her friend nearly got hurt, but frankly nothing good would have came from fighting the mob. Fighting a mob was like fighting an angry heard of buffalo...  Once the stampede starts you cannot stop it.

[color=c4df9b]"Yes, let's go faster before the animals turn on us."[/color] She agreed, also spotting the path through the crowd.[color=c4df9b]" Virginia, take my hand... better not get separated while we... push our way through the herd."[/color] Mosi stated. If one of them got separated now, there was a good chance they won't manage to find each other again. She would even drop one of her axes in motion. Her friend was way more important than a single axe!

Virginia blushed ever so slightly at the prospect of taking Mosi's hand, the saber from earlier having ripped the fabric of her dress on her left shoulder ever so slightly, but there had been no great damage. No, that was not the reason for her blush, but in the heat of battle, it was not the place nor the time to discuss it. [color=9999ff]"Perhaps it would be best to retain our weapons, dear Mosi, in case misfortune falls upon us."[/color] Virginia replied simply, as she ran through the parting of the bloody sea. 

She dodged the various instruments and stands found in the musician's galley, and spotted a path to the hallway beyond. Virginia hardly hesitated to make her way there. They moved with haste through the herd of animals in human skins as they reached the musician's gallery. From here the closest stairway was right on the hallway nearby. Mosi hoped they survived this...

Luckily the way into the corridor proved easy enough. Nothing hindered the path as she walked over to the hallway. There were people, but at least it wasn't a mindless stampede that it was in the ballroom. Something had gotten really wrong here. Yet for Virginia, the trip to the corridor was not nearly as uneventful. Despite being just a few steps behind Mosi, the crowd had begun to swell in intensity, with the musicians attempting to flee as well. 

The first chair flautist was one of those poor musicians, and as he tripped, he crashed into Virginia. Virginia nearly fell but managed to catch her balance, just in time to see the poor musician impaled on a music stand. The slight brush with death brought more color to her face, as the chaos allowed Virginia to thrive. [color=9999ff]"Misfortune for him--a stroke of good luck for the second chair,"[/color] Virginia mused. But it was becoming more and more clear that the ton was far more dangerous than the Soulless threat, with the crowds seemingly never ending, and even deadlier than a cargast.  

From the corridor the way to the stairway was 'clear'. Moving through the crowd was not the most comfortable of experiences she's ever had, considering the amount of times she got kicked, but she managed to do so non the less and reach the stairs without losing her weapons. There were people who fell only to be stepped on probably to death, but she avoided that. Within her field of vision she spotted a certain annoying element and was Extremely tempted to throw and axe at him, but held it for the moment.

Virginia, on the other hand, had a slightly more pleasant time moving through the crowd. A few less people bump into her, and she keeps her axes in her hands, not spending the time to wonder whether it was simply luck that got her through, or if the ton saw her pale skin and decided to give her a wide berth. By the time she made it to the bottom step of the staircase, she saw Lord Rutherford smirking slightly, before returning to the card room. It struck her as rather curious, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to throw one of her axes at his head.