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[img]https://media.tenor.com/images/a9d78fba52106b5308b79b8f177ebee0/tenor.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Crypt Manor (London)
[i]#SomethingWickedThisWayComes[/i][/center][hr][hr]	Virginia began with a cursory examination of the wolf carcass. She would have preferred to create a brief sketch of it outside, but the image was firmly cemented in her mind. Taking a pad of paper, Virginia drew a rather crude depiction of the gazebo, the flayed corpse, and the message written in blood. She was nowhere near as talented as Millicent and the others, as she had no official training in it, but it was an exercise for her to be able to better recall the scene. Drawing a clean line across the page, she then recorded the date and time that she had found the carcass, as well as the general weather conditions. She then made brief written notes about the ominous flower Peter had found, along with the general state of the garden. 

	Virginia always fancied that if she were to be struck by a carriage and killed, James would be able to take her notes and continue on with her work the next day. 

	[color=9999ff]"Cursory examination of the carcass reveals little as to the circumstances of its placement,"[/color] Virginia noted, jotting down a similar note in shorthand. Her first brief glance over all of the samples, whether it was blood or soil or the carcass itself, revealed almost nothing of note. However, that in itself gave some indication, planting an idea in Virginia's mind. She added another note to the paper: [color=9999ff]"Culprit is likely to be careful in their craft due to lack of obvious residue."[/color]

	None of the hairs appeared out of place to the naked eye, but Virginia set them aside on a piece of cloth. She was well versed in biology and figured that she might examine them with a magnifying power, in order to determine the likely owner of the hairs. Samples would need to be collected from everyone in the house in order for the best pool of data, though Virginia doubted it was anyone here who had done such a thing. Regardless, she jotted it down as a procedural note [color=9999ff]"Collect hair samples from members of the household for qualitative analysis--color, texture, curl, and so forth. Compare against reference wolf hair to ensure only human matches are considered."[/color] 

	There were no fabrics from what she could tell as well, something that was a pity. It would have been a good indication as to the social class of the culprit, but she would have plenty of other avenues to examine. The blood was likely to all be from the wolf and blood typing would not even be thought of for almost another century. However, she would collect some of it and place it within a flask for further use. She could ponder on the creation of a test to determine if the blood came from an animal or a human, as she had read articles from the French about the incompatibility of animal blood with humans. There had to be some scientific reason present. 

	"Lady Crypt, I have the spirits you requested," a confident voice said, as a ginger woman popped her head into the laboratory with a smile. Virginia glanced up, her gloves clean for once. It would not have been the first time that Miss Evers entered the laboratory to find Virginia with blood stained hands. 

	[color=9999ff]"Very good, Miss Evers,"[/color] Virginia acknowledged, her eyes moving around the laboratory as she sought out something capable of submersing the carcass in. Spotting a basin that appeared to be large enough, Virginia beckoned for Miss Evers to bring the spirits over. [color=9999ff]"We shall need to pour all of the spirits into this and place the lid on top of it. Do not fill it all the way--the carcass shall displace some of the liquid. However, we must be careful to place a seal on top of the basin until it is ready or else we risk the loss of our fluid."[/color]

	"Yes, yes of course," Miss Evers replied. "It's a ghastly mess, isn't it?" 

	[color=9999ff]"Quite,"[/color] Virginia agreed, knowing how fond Miss Evers was of removing stains. The Crypt household provided her plenty of work in that regard. [color=9999ff]"Miss Evers, once the basin is filled with the spirits, I shall need you to collect a hair sample from each household member...If they claim they are bald and cannot afford to give one, I care not where you take the hair from. It should still serve my purposes quite well."[/color]

	"Of course, Lady Crypt," Miss Evers said, a bit excited at the prospect. She was the oddest member of household staff that they had, with Alfred sometimes forgetting that Miss Evers was not, in fact, one of the Crypts but merely a lunatic instead. "I shall do that right away."

	Virginia nodded, stepping back as Miss Evers filled the basin with the proper amount of spirits. Once done, Virginia took a sheet and placed it over the basin, securing it tightly. It would have to do for a seal at this moment. The carcass itself would be placed within once she had finished her analysis of it. [hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/nvq4ksl7p/maeve.png[/img]
[img]https://s2.postimg.org/88devw7h5/Regency_Chloe_12.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: Annan[/center][hr][hr]	Maeve felt a bit of a stirring as Calum pretended for a moment to be a priest. She turned her face as to hide the redness appearing in her cheeks. He was a protestant, after all. It was a horrible idea to even think of such things with a man like [i]that.[/i] And while he wasn't English, he wasn't Irish either. [color=ff6600]"Of course,"[/color] Maeve agreed, grateful to get a bit of fresh air away from the parson. Stepping out of the carriage, Maeve took Rory's hand. 

	She didn't feel worried in the slightest, but she would rather appear worried than other things. The blush was fading from her cheeks and Maeve was quite grateful for that. She nodded at Rory, attempting to gain the presence of mind to charm him as she did everyone. It was how she had won the parson's favor and Nigel's favor. It had been how she learned to survive--make yourself a welcome presence, one that people will actively seek out. 

	[color=ff6600]"Oi'm not worried at al', but t'anks."[/color] She couldn't help but wonder how many other friends of the parson they'd be meeting on this trip. It was a wonder he'd be able to go in disguise at all.