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[img]https://s30.postimg.org/8uoso7135/virginia.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Almack's[/center][hr][hr]	Once Mary had finished her duties to the Grand Duchess, Virginia accompanied her friend through Almack's. She had felt the continued stare on her back but paid the culprit no undue attention. It wasn't the first occasion that a man had decided to gawk at her, after all, and she was quite certain that it would not be the last. In some ways, the intensity of the staring reminder her of the way she watched public executions, but her eyes never were too hard. They were almost drowsy in their shape, soft little circles with blue-grey irises. 

	As she walked with Mary, retracing their steps back to Mosi's fallen form, part of Virginia almost hoped that Mosi would rise as the Soulless. She had been taught by her family to never fear the darkness and to embrace it. While some may have thought that the Crypts would have no problem with the Soulless creatures and allowing them to continue on, it was simply a way of cheating death and avoiding the great unknown. In the Crypt family, it was seen almost as cowardly to continue living in such a manner. Yet even with the official family opinion, Virginia's own views deviated slightly from it. She could not bear the thought of seeing James as one of the Soulless. There was no question that Mosi should not be allowed to become one either. 

	She smiled sadly at her friend's form as they made it to that dreaded staircase. It was a small mercy that Mosi had been allowed to perish in the clothing she found most comfortable, despite the Grand Duchess' disapproval of Mosi's hypocrisy earlier on that evening. It was a pity that Mosi never got to live the life she found most exciting and comfortable as well. But more concerning, of course, was the fact that Mosi was both taller and heavier than Virginia was. And from Virginia's best guess, the same was true in regard to Mary. 

	[color=9999ff]"I'll take her upper half, if you might secure her legs,"[/color] Virginia said, crouching down near Mosi's head and putting her arms underneath Mosi's, in order to get the best grip on her friend's fallen form. [color=9999ff]"Or I suppose I could drag her and bring her back to the Grand Duchess, if you wish to see to others who have met the reaper this evening..."[/color] She knew that she was biased towards Mosi, but she also knew that Mary had other duties to fulfill and that the bodies were beginning the process of decomposition. Mosi hadn't been the only victim of this tragedy, even if Virginia felt that Mosi was the most undeserving victim. 
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[img]https://s12.postimg.org/v4ysdqh4d/Regency_Chloe_13.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: Teriny Inn[/center][hr][hr]	Maeve stared outside the window in silence for a few moments, before silently and without any warning making her way to her bed. She knelt down besides it and looked through her belongings for a few moment, her fingers curling around her pistol. It was unlikely that she would have any use for it, especially with her shillelagh proving to be especially useful and versatile, but it was a comfort to have it. She may have been posing as someone with a more respectable profession than bartender and gang member, but certain habits could not be shaken. The pistol provided her security. 

	The next day would be interesting, to say the very least. She had been warned against taking this job, with Seamus having already refused the offer. But the world wasn't a kind one, especially for a little girl who couldn't hear. What sort of life would there be for Roisin? Thoughts such as those kept Maeve up at nights, on occasion wondering if her daughter had been made deaf by God as punishment for Maeve's sins. 

	She smiled slightly, thinking of the time little Roisin wrote her first sentence. She had been so excited when she showed it to Maeve, even though Maeve herself couldn't make it out. Yet she couldn't have been prouder of her little girl. She really was the best of the Brennans. Maeve just hoped that the rest of the world would one day see it too.