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[img]http://www.madametalbot.com/13/ani/chemical_lab.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Crypt Manor (London)
[i]#SomethingWickedThisWayComes[/i][/center][hr][hr]	Virginia and Miss Evers emerged from the basement laboratory, the two of them in the midst of some sort of conversation. To an outsider, it likely would've been horrible, the type to cause one's blood to chill. But to Virginia and her companion, it was simply the way their world operated. Miss Evers had been hand selected by Lady Dywell, with the maid narrowly escaping institutionalization. Virginia's mother had been the one to intervene, having spent too much time in bedlam herself prior to marrying Lord Dywell. 

	[color=9999ff]"Miss Evers, should affairs become most dire, I have careful instructions that I wish for you to enact. I would entrust these to Alfred, but I am afraid he does not have your murderous spirit,"[/color] Virginia said calmly, as she shut and locked the laboratory door. [color=9999ff]"Should James be in mortal peril and he cannot be saved, you are to end his life. I would rather he die at your hand than at the will of the Soulless."[/color] Virginia then paused for a moment. [color=9999ff]"And should I perish in these coming days, I wish for you and Alfred to take James to America. Raise him as if he were your own and inspire him to keep the family traditions."[/color]

	Virginia ignored Miss Evers' chattering that followed, only noting that the woman had accepted her terms. Miss Evers was an odd one, but the closest Crypt family members were not in England. They were scattered around the globe and it could be too late before they could be contacted. Besides, James had grown up with Alfred and Miss Evers. He would likely be more comfortable. Though speaking of the devil, a wearied Alfred found Virginia and Miss Evers in the halls, a paper in his hands. 

	"They're burying Miss Crane tonight, my lady," Alfred said somberly. He then took in Virginia's tattered appearance, with the blood caking her ripped gown. "Bad day, is it?"

	[color=9999ff]"Quite. Where is James? I have matters to discuss with him."[/color]	[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 would've been amused with the parson-priest falling in his usual clumsiness, had she not been aware that he had been faking the motions for the past day. From Maeve's perspective, it was his attempt at winning her favor, something that it was hardly going to do. Her mind had been refocused on tending to the needs of her daughter through this job and any feelings she had had for the parson-priest were gone, as far as Maeve was aware. The peace and quiet of the ride was nice, however. She got to close her eyes for a little bit and enjoy her own private thoughts and memories. 

	She rarely ever had a moment of silence in her life. Even with a deaf daughter, noise still filled their home. The trip to Scotland had been no exception, noisy and frantic. This was welcome a treat. She couldn't help but feel irritated as the protestant(?) continued to insist that she was cross with him. The more he insisted she was irritated, the more annoyed with him Maeve felt. Even if she hadn't been annoyed to start with, she was certainly vexed by now. 

	Reminding herself of her duty to her daughter, Maeve took the parson-priest's hand and descended from the carriage.