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[img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]Port Annan, Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Teriny Inn:[/i][/b][/color] Nigel smiled like a proud papa over towards Maeve. "Glad you enjoy it, nows eat up. Gonna needs yers strength to deal with the Parson," he said with a jolly laugh. The man could have been a Scottish Santa Claus the way he beamed from time to time. A little red to his old nose, and the pot belly didn't hurt the illusion what so ever. 

	Resting his hands on the bar top he sighed a bit. "Yes and no. Calum always been ones with two left feets but oddly enough the man can dance without causing too much havoc. Thing is though, whens he gets distracted, well it just gets worse bys ten fold. I thinks he might be a little taken with ya lass," he admitted. It wasn't that he was trying to rat out Calums newly established crush on the woman but Nigel liked this girl and was rather fond of Calum. 

	Looking over at the man who was drenched his eyes followed him as he stormed up to his room. Sighing, he hoped Calum got this whole cursed leftfootedness under control at least some quickly. It was going to get him killed. Glancing down at his watch he tapped it a few times before looking back over towards Maeve. "Anywhos, eats up. Calum should be back soon. He is usually very punctual but today, only god knows."
	

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]London, England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[b][i][color=2956b2]The Glimmeric:[/color][/i][/b] Sarah Ann nodded nervously and took one of the girls hands as she walked into the Glimmeric. She was shaking like a leaf and one of the girls suggested she had a bit of sherry to calm her nerves. Sarah yipped out a yes as they entered the building. Hopefully they could calm down the young woman soon enough now that she was inside and away from the body itself. 

	Michael smirked a bit at Ruby's comment. "Dat he does," he agreed before looking over towards Frances and shaking his head a bit. "No Ma'am. Wish I had. I was in the back of the shop when I heard Sarah yell out," he said as he cleaned his hands a bit more on his apron. "I did sees him this mornin' though, very early. Before the sun rose. There was a fog out," he started to explain. That wasn't uncommon in the early morning hours along the Strand. Fog was the fifth season of London that never seemed to fully pass. "Saws him coming out of the Glimmeric and head up the road. Was strange, since he didn't have his carriage waiting but figures he didn't wants it parked out front and was going to meets it up on the corner." 

	That was the usual practice for a lot of high borns that visited the Glimmerc. Get dropped off and picked up a block or two from it so even if they were caught in the area they couldn't be accused of specifically visiting the establishment. Why they did this, Michael had no idea. The Glimmeric was well known for what it was and what went on inside wasn't exactly frowned upon. Sure the girls weren't treated the best but as far as a man having a night there, was accepted. Even women married to lords came there from time to time. As long as they had already produced an heir and a spare they could keep discreet lovers all they wished. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent Park):[/color][/i][/b] As both Vlad and Constantin entered the fog, it became more than apparent that finding anything in this weather was going to be like locating a needle in a hay stack. You weren't likely to see it before it poked you in your rear end. Clothing was soaked by down, hair like you had just walked out of the river after a wash. Droplets rolled down their foreheads and over their lashes at this point like a light rain. 

	Then it happened. There was a scream from within deeper in the fog. At least one could think it was from deeper within the fog. Or perhaps it was from behind them? No, to the east. Or was it from the west. No, that wasn't it. The scream was in the fog itself, or was it the fog? It was all around and inside the dewy water gripping to their ears and the back of their necks. The only good from the scream was that it didn't sounds like a scream from the Grand Duchess, yet it was so familiar. Like a scream that had ripped them and others from their nothingness of a dream that night before. 

	The scream was followed by something familiar though. Something very familiar. It ripped straight through the fog. The sound of a large animal growling in defense. Only one thing could have made that noise. Myska. Thing was though. When the sound came rushing through the fog, it cut a path. Two different paths. Before Vlads feet it lead to the left. In front of Constantin it lead to the right. Neither men could see each other in the fog. Had they gotten so turned around in the fog they had ended up in different directions? No. The fog had done something for as they followed the line of sight provided by the rushed path created by the roar they both would see Veta in the middle of the water in the park. Lifted above it by an unknown force and frozen. And beyond that they would spot each other close to the shore line. Myska was in the water beneath the princess as the water was freezing around him.  

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Wyndham Manor:[/color][/i][/b] Abby found Lily in the kitchen with a pale tint to her skin. The girl still was not used to Emma's bellowing. Sighing Abigail helped Lily up to Emma's room to get the woman together. "Don'tcha be frettin' none. We's get her ready posts hastes and out of here, then the house be quiet," Abigail assured Lily. And they did, by the time that Gerard had the carriage prepped and ready to go, Emma was in the main dining room eating breakfast. By the time he was done with his chores Lily was helping Emma get her shawl on and gloves for the ride out to the hospital. 

	"Now, remember what I said. I want this house ready to close up by tonight. All except the bed rooms, those will be finished in the morning," Emma said in a voice as scathing and cold as Mrs. Wyndhams. Abigail didn't like the idea of closing up the house so quickly but if it got them out of the city and Miss Milli back into the country side it was worth the rush job. 

	"Let's go," Emma said as she climbed into the carriage with the help of Lily and slammed the door, nearly catching the poor girls fingers in the frame as she did. Yelling out the window. "Make sure the ride isn't bumpy! I refuse to show up with messed curls in front of any Lords visiting the hospital!" 

	Abigail ground her teeth as she wrapped an arm around Lily and gave Gerard a look of ~sorry you have to put up with her~ as Emma knocked on the roof of the carriage to let him know she was ready for him to start the drive to Westminster Hospital. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]St. Etheldreda's:[/color][/i][/b] Adams eyes lit up like a boy on Christmas morning. "Oh yes Sister Mary! Can I?" he said excitedly before pressing his stomach and his brow quirked. "Actually, I ain't be being hungry right now. Weirds, I always hungry but nots right now," he said before looking back over to Mary. 

	"Of course Sister, I will find something for him," Sister Alma said kindly and gave a quaint nod to the Dame. Wrapping her arm around Adam she assured him they would find him something clean to wear before he left to see the Grand Duchess. Adam seemed very excited. "But you will have to eat something small before you go. Could be a long ride and you'll meed your strength," Alma said before she turned and headed out of the gardens. 

	Adam took Sister Mary's hand and walked with her, looking around the place as if it was the first time. Had he not noticed some of this when he originally came through to go into the gardens? Perhaps not. Many seemed to not know how they had gotten from their rooms that morning to where they finally snapped back to reality. 

	Over in records, Sister Lazarus pulled down the white cloth that was tied around her face and lowered her feather duster as Mary came into the room with Adam. "Now, where on this holy earth does it say [i]and on the eight day he dusteth?"[/i] she said in a salty raspy voice befitting of her years and temperament. "Oh morning to you Sister Mary. Yes, I have them, somewhere," she said looking over at her desk. Tossing her feather duster onto the chair she went to the stack of papers and found the two she was looking for, sealed with wax ~pm will be sent for their contents~

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Crypt Manor:[/color][/i][/b] Peter steeled himself for the conversation. He quickly explained that he was terribly sorry for the condition of the gardens and that he knew not how it happened. That he had awoken this morning to find the gardens in such a morose state. then he got to the Globe thistle. 

	"I pulled it and burned it m'lady. Twas a horrid omen!" he exclaimed. It was not like Peter to get this worked up. Sure he always seemed a bit nervous and on edge around the Crypts but this was something else. This was pure unadulterated fear that coursed through his voice and his veins. 

	"These thistles are not common to the British Isles! Come from Banat they do," he said nervously. "Invasion, a deathly invasion is coming m'lady. From the east. I bet me life on it!" he added as he mad the symbol of the cross on his chest and went back to writhing his hat so much that the seams threatened to pop. 

	[b][i][color=2956b2]The London Docks(1):[/color][/i][/b] There were other deaths that hadn't made the papers as of yet or hit the grape vine it seemed. Though it was clear from points on the body laid out street map that there had been others outside of Hyde Park and Almack's. The pool of blood though was the one thing that differed from the rest of the bodies. Why no body? Yes, it could have meant there were more deaths to occur, or it could have meant something else. There would be only one way to tell for sure. Go there and find out. 

	From looking at the bodies, how they were laid out, and Thalkens knowledge of the streets of London he would know that the pool of blood meant he would need to head down to the Strand, near Glimmerics. Might be best he get on his way because the sound of the constables whistles and bells was echoing down the street some and well, his family was not well liked by people of the law. Surely they would try to pin this on him and his family if he was found anywhere around the bodies when they arrived. They might try to place the blame on them anyways but best not to risk it just yet. Being held up by the constables would mean being slowed down and stalled until later and that could easily mean whatever he might discover at the Strand would be long gone by then. Time to move. 

	It would take sometime to travel the streets of London to get to the Strand from the Docks, a good hour on horseback heading west but perhaps with some quickness of foot and the bit of luck with the streets being less crowded this morning it would make for a quicker travel. The bells were growing stronger and louder. Thalken had maybe five minutes to disappear into the shadows.  

	[b][i][color=2956b2]Westminster Hospital(1):[/color][/i][/b] Fyror was able to take advantage of years of horseback riding, quick thinking and lightened traffic through the parks to make excellent time to [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/69/The_Westminster_Hospital%2C_London._Engraving._Wellcome_V0013809.jpg]Westminster Hospital[/url]. Out front of the hospital stood an Indian man in a suit with a turban on his head and a small lad in clothing a bit short for his height. As Sir Kildragon came up to the hospital the man nodded to him as the boy took the reins of the horse. 

	"Ah, yes Sir Kildragon sahib I presume?" he said in a thick West Indian accent as he gave a curt bow. "Dr. Graham is awaiting your arrival and asked that I escort you to him. I am Ram Dass Naidu," he said in a polite voice. "Ben will tend to your horse. This way please, Dr. Graham said it was most urgent," he added as he motioned for Fyror to follow him through the large front doors of the multiple storied building that towered over them near Westminster Abby. 

	Inside the hospital was bustling as people moved about but Ram Dass made quick work through them and took the stairs to the third floor. "I would normally take our newly installed lift but it is quite crowded today so I hope you don't mind a bit of physical exercise instead," he said in an apologetic manner as he hoofed it up the stairs. Once to the third floor he made a quick turn and then another, winding his way through the maze of hallways. "Ahh, here we are," he said before giving a quick rap on the thick door. 

	"Come in," Dr. Grahams voice rang out through the door before Ram Dass opened it and motioned for Fyror to enter. 

	"Sir Kildragon, sir."

	"Oh yes, good. Thank you Ram Dass, that will be all for now," he said dismissing the man as he took his glasses from his face and rose from his chair to reach out his hand in greeting to Fyror. "Thank you for coming as quickly as you did, please have a seat."