[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]Annan, Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] Lady Kirkpatrick directed her attention towards Maeve and looked the girl up and down with her eyes peering down her nose. [color=f7976a]"Mmmph, a bit of an attitude on this one,"[/color] she said as her cane poked out a bit. Not to hit the girl but to tap the end of her own shoes. [color=f7976a]"Decent stature. Looks as if she can pass for low born or fine born, depending on the circumstance. Yes, will done fine. Come child, let the boys alone, we don't need them anymore,"[/color] she said in a firm tone as she turned and looked back at the dress shop. [color=f7976a]"Father, you are dismissed. Rory, tend to the carriage,"[/color] she added. Calum looked over towards Maeve and sighed a bit but nodded, he knew there was no arguing with the Lady Kirkpatrick. Rory gave Calum a nod as he bid the women farewell for now and went on his way. Glancing back over his shoulder she found himself tripping over his own two feet again before finally straightening himself and heading towards the Chapel. [color=f7976a]"Let's get your properly attired for my household, and go over a few things,"[/color] she added before motioning with her cane for Maeve to get the door. [color=f7976a]"Now, what shall I be calling you?"[/color] [center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] [color=2956b2]Case Name:[/color] A Funeral [color=2956b2]Location:[/color] London [color=2956b2]Time:[/color] Cover 1 Hour Of Game Time [color=2956b2]Reason:[/color] People Have To Be Put To Rest [color=2956b2]Group:[/color] Virginia & Company, Mosi's Family [hider=My Hider] Okay, looking good so far. Rolls have been made and nothing upsetting it happening beyond what you two are putting your characters through LOL. Continue to cover another hour of time and take it where you will with this. Now, if you two want to test your luck, drop me a PM to make a LLA roll here and there to see if anything... disturbing happens :P. Don't have to but it is out there for you! Have fun! 7 days! [/hider] [color=2956b2]Case Name:[/color] Your [i]Princess[/i] is in another Castle [color=2956b2]Location:[/color] Starting Point: Outside Of London [color=2956b2]Time:[/color] Cover 2 Hours of Game Time [color=2956b2]Reason:[/color] Every good story needs a rescue [color=2956b2]Group:[/color] Fyror & Gerard [hider=My Hider] Okay, I needed to go ahead and post and I know you two haven't yet. So once you get your collab up for the last case, continue with this new one. You are continuing on your path and covering the same amount of game time as your last one, two hours. You will be starting and picking up from the end of the last case, just outside the walls of London and trying to get Gretna Green. Let me know when you are ready for rolls, there will be one needed for every 30 minutes of travel. I can knock all out at once after you post for your previous case, so drop me a pm to get those before you start on this case. Again, 7 days from this post to get it complete. [/hider] [b][i][color=2956b2]The Strand:[/color][/i][/b] Michael raised a brow at Thalken's suggestion. Abandoned buildings was a logical thought after all, and there were plenty of them in London, in fact more and more buildings were starting to clear out now with what happened at Almack's the night before. Families were going to continue the season but they would do it from their fortified homes in the country instead of the streets of London. This could be both a wonderful and horrible idea. It would mean families would be split. Many of them had men that had to conduct business in London while Parliament was in session, so those daughters and wives and sisters... left without the heads of household. Yet it also got a lot of women that didn't know how to protect themselves away from the carnage. Michael left Thalken go, he still had to make sure that the [i]good doctor[/i] tended to this corpse. As much as he would have probably enjoyed seeing the man get what was coming to him, having him to become Soulless in turn and perhaps causing even more death. Yeah, that was not happening in Michael's mind. He wanted to let Francis know what was happening but that would have to wait a bit longer. Thomas was back at the shop preparing the meat that had been promised for the girls now that things were cleaned up enough on the streets. If anything happened Michael was sure that Thomas would come and let him know quickly. Sarah Ann kept staring out of the window at the place where the body had stopped. As odd as it sounded, she actually worried that it might affect the business that night and cut into the madams profits. [b][i][color=2956b2]Regent's Park:[/color][/i][/b] Sister Sophia took a step back to clear the way for Vlad and the other to try to do what they could at this time. She was a scholar and a representative of God. A tutor for Elizaveta in the ways of her country, she was not skilled in the arts of healing or trained in her countries ways. This had never been a problem before because of all of those that were trained in the circus. Now she wished she had but there was nothing that could be done about it now, besides pray. Which she did, in earnest as she bowed her head and started reciting in Russian the orthodox prayers of her church. Adam on the other hand looked worried as he heard Sister Mary. Looking at the others trying to help the grand duchess. Stepping over towards Sister Mary and out of the way he held out her pole arm for her to take. Biting his bottom lip he wasn't sure what he could do to help, he was just a kid after all, just pulled from the streets after some Soulless tried to kill him. He was starting to remember more and a lot more clearly than he probably should have. Hearing Sister Sophia praying he figured it was all he could right then, so he in turn wanted to at least do that. Yet there was a problem, he hadn't ever really prayed before, he was a street urchin that had never been taken to church by anyone, until yesterday. "Um, Sister Mary, how do I.. do that?" he asked quietly as he pointed over to Sister Sophia.