[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][color=2956b2]March 22nd, 1823[/color][/b][/h1] [img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] Calum smiled a bit as he looked over towards Maeve but he looked away quickly as he cleared his throat. "Yes, my child," he said in a serious tone. Apparently there was more to this Parson than originally met the eye. The carriage pulled to a stop outside the city of Annan and there was a quick knock on the top of the carriage. "Um, would you mind stepping out for a moment whilst I change?" he asked her. "I could not at the Inn, Nigel and all but I must be Father Blair by the time we reach the dress maker," he explained as he sat there nervously. His hands patting on his knees and waiting for Maeve to exit, or at least he hoped she would without much question. The door of the carriage opened slowly and a hand held out for Maeve. "Do not worry. It is just Rory our carriage driver. Childhood friend of mine, trust him with me life." [url=http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7f76bc5cfab37946b45702074c9261a/tumblr_mewaasdN8h1qlt8foo2_500.gif]Rory[/url] pulled down his dust cloth from his face and removed his hat. "Don't ya be worryin' none Miss," he said kindly towards Maeve. [center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] [color=2956b2]Case Name:[/color] Time to go [color=2956b2]Location:[/color] London [color=2956b2]Time:[/color] As quickly as possible [color=2956b2]Reason:[/color] To get moving to meet Veta for Brunch [color=2956b2]Group:[/color] Sister Mary, Adam [hider=My Hider] You are finally on your way and now have to move through the streets and parks of London. Use the maps provided to get from the church to the Circus. Adam will mostly be eating as he rides along. Pm through out for updates on what Mary is seeing as far as people go and to see if any problems arise during the trip. 7 days! [/hider] [color=2956b2]Case Name:[/color] Death of a Garden [color=2956b2]Location:[/color] Crypt Manor (London) [color=2956b2]Time:[/color] An hour or two [color=2956b2]Reason:[/color] Try to figure why everything died and why only 1 thing grew - you can finally start lol [color=2956b2]Group:[/color] The Crypts [hider=My Hider] Alright, you are in the lab and in control now. Peter will take some time to get everything cleaned up and then he has to finish gathering plants and soils from the garden since he was kind of side tracked with the wolves carcass. Pm me for rolls you need as you try things to see what information you are able to ascertain. [/hider] [b][i][color=2956b2]The Glimmeric:[/color][/i][/b] Michael nodded a bit. "Good lad," he said as he got ready and gave a quick count. "On three, one, two, three," he said and with that he hefted the body up. Stepping carefully he shuffled over towards the cart and stepped up into it. Walking backwards with the help of Thalken to get the body fully into it before setting it down carefully. Grabbing the top most piece of wood he leapt over the side and back onto the street itself before wiping his hands off on his butchers apron. "Thank you kindly for the hand sir," he said in a kind voice before looking over towards Thomas. "Alright lad, keep an eye on the place while I am gone. One of the hands of Glimmerics may be over before I return, set them up right nice you hear." "Will do!" Thomas said, excited over the prospect of being left in charge even if only for a short time. Michael couldn't help but smirk a bit at the lad and ruffle his hair before he sent him off. The boy had been found eating rotten food on the streets behind the shop when he was about five, Michael had taken him in and for all accounts raised him as his own. "Alright, let's get a move on. Mind helping me make sure he doesn't fall out of the cart as I take him over to Nuetermyre's?" Michael finally said looking over towards Thalken. He really didn't give the young man a chance to reply, simply stepping over to the front of the cart and lifting up the end before pulling it down the street and passed The Glimmeric. Inside Sally Ann had, with the help of some strong spirits, managed to pass out on her bed. She looked still so a fright as she lay there, her hands balled up into nervous fists as she whimpered in her sleep from time to time. [b][i][color=2956b2]Regent's Park:[/color][/i][/b] Everyone from the circus was doing what they could to get Vlad and Constantin out of the water. Other were rushing back to the tent city to fetch blankets and more torches now that the fog had cleared. All of them confused to what had happened, why there was ice in the water, where the fog had come from. So many of them figured it was a Golgravtiz that had caused it, but that thought alone made many of their skins crawl. One this far outside the boarders of the Russian Empire? It was unheard of. Sister Sophia was there, looking torn between worried and livid. "Vhere is she?!" she demanded to know looking towards Vlad as finally he and Constantin were pulled to the shore and to dry land. There was a rush of bubbles from beneath the surface and then everything went coldly still. Sister Sophia's hand coming to her lips, trembling at the stillness of the water at this point. Then from the darkness a paleness could be seen growing in intensity and side until Myska's head broke the surface and he began swimming towards the shore. It looked for a moment as if Veta was no where to be seen until the pale color of her skirt could be seen in the large animals jaws and her body floated to the surface behind him. She was face down and unmoving. [b][i][color=2956b2]Westminster Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] Doctor Graham looked over towards Fyror at his exclamation. He let the young man go as his attention was torn back to Mrs. Wyndham. "What is [i]HE[/i] doing here?" she demanded to know. "It is nothing to concern yourself with Mrs. Wyndham. Now, do tell me why I am hearing you a floor above? You should be resting dear woman," he said in a clam voice. Mrs. Wyndham wasted no time retelling the tale of Gerard and his stepping out of line and forgetting his place. The way she made it sound he was devil incarnate. "I see, well I do say. Seems the man has been put in his place. Shall we move on?" he asked before continuing and not giving the woman a chance to stop him. He was used to these high brow patients. "It seems that no matter what anyone thinks your daughter is missing at this point." "Step-daughter," Mrs. Wyndham snapped before rolling her eyes. "She is just doing this to torment me. Punishment for pushing her to marry. She's too googoo eyed over men who are far below her," she continued as Fyror came back in. Shooting both Fyror and Gerard a stern look. "Like those two. That one she is constantly out in the stables reading with and that one, oh you should have seen her last night dancing with him. Completely scandalous when she knew there was a proposal coming from Lord Rutherford! Her not being her is her way of punishing me," Mrs. Wyndham sad fanning herself and looking like she ~had the vapors~ "Millicent cares nothing for what she does to my poor mother," Emma stated as she sat down next to her mother and comforted her. Dr. Graham's lips thinned a bit. "I see, well then we should find her. If anything to put your mind at ease and so that you can punish her rightly," he said as he turned around and looked over towards Fyror. His eyes rolling deeply at his own words. Swallowing the anger growing in him he turned back around to look at Mrs. Wyndham and forced a reassuring smile. "I will inform the authorities and we will find her for you. Bring her here post haste to face your justice." "Yes, right, do that. And take those two from my sight!" she snapped. Dr. Graham gave her a curt nod before looking at Gerard and Fyror. "If you two gentlemen would come with me, I would be most grateful," he said before stepping out of the door and down the hallway a bit. Turning around and waiting on them to join her and hoping to god the last one to leave the room slammed the door behind them just to make that woman jump a bit.