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[img]https://s30.postimg.org/8uoso7135/virginia.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff]Location:[/color] Almack's[/center][hr][hr]As Mary informed her that no others that they cared for had passed from this life to the next, Virginia felt a bit of relief. While she still felt immense sorrow for dear Mosi, at least no other friends of hers had greeted the reaper with open arms. Quite enough misfortune had already come to pass that evening, and in her heart, Virginia could only lay blame with the Ton. Every misery, including the death of dear Mosi, could be attributed to them. As she already loathed London society, the evening at Almack's could do hardly anything to improve her opinion. 

She had followed Dame Hale through the gallery and around each turn, and as she spied the Arch Graveolase, with Mary's cloak covering him, her eyes widened ever so slightly. It took her but a moment to grasp the implications of Mary's words. A female knight itself was unheard of, Catholics were shunned in society, and now, a person who combined the two would take the title of Arch Graveolase for the time being. While she would like to have happiness for her friend, it was dampened by her sorrow--not for the Arch Graveolase, as she cared not for him, of course. 

Virginia nodded at the Grand Duchess, unfamiliar with the term she used, but it seemed to be of some great importance. Besides, the Crypt woman found that concentrating on the matters at hand allowed her to push through the grief. She would mourn dear Mosi properly once she had returned to the townhouse. [color=9999ff]"Of course, Grand Duchess,"[/color] Virginia replied, before looking towards the source of the scream with curiosity. Her hand reached for an axe, yet bewilderment shone on her face as she heard an inhuman roar. As she spotted the large white tiger, Virginia merely looked at it with astonishment, no weapon in her hand. 

[color=9999ff]"He's beautiful,"[/color] Virginia whispered, gazing at the tiger as it went from protective and menacing in one minute to calm and practically docile in the next. She could not help but feel fond of Elizaveta's pet. She had wanted a wolf when she lived in the colonies and according to her mother, when she was little, Virginia used to play with snakes found in the garden. She adored dangerous animals, although her bloodhound, Ripper, could only main or seriously injure a fly, and never kill it--or so Virginia claimed. 
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[img]https://s12.postimg.org/v4ysdqh4d/Regency_Chloe_13.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600]Location:[/color] Teriny Inn[/center][hr][hr][color=ff6600]"Aye, 'eaven forbid de ruffians git up ter any nonsense,"[/color] Maeve replied, chuckling a bit at both her comment and as Calum succeeded in fuddling about once more. Of course, this seemed to be a more advanced level of fuddling, one that seemed extreme even for the parson. She raised an eyebrow, wondering how the man ever learned to walk. She could not help but imagine what he would seem like at sea, where even the most able bodied men would lose their balance. Perhaps by some miracle, he would walk perfectly on a ship. 

[color=ff6600]"I dunno 'oy much 'elp God can give 'im, bit av a lost cause really,"[/color] Maeve chuckled, shaking her head as she finished up her food. She figured that Calum would be able to spring himself up to his feet, or if not, he could wait a few minutes if he needed her assistance. For a moment, she imagined the journey he made by himself to come and collect her. She could not fathom how he managed to travel any distance at all. 

[color=ff6600]"I t'ink i'll be turnin' in, lads,"[/color] Maeve said, before looking over at Nigel and nodding at him. She was really quite looking forward to that bath, though at the same time, Calum making a fool out of himself was quite entertaining. It'd be a pity to miss him flailing about, if he kept up with it.