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[img]https://s14.postimg.org/o19huchjl/virginia.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)[/center][hr][hr]	Virginia was rather glad that they had elected to go with the riders to Regent's Park, rather than take the carriage with Alfred. Had another moment passed, she and her brother would have missed one of the finest executions that she had ever witnessed on British soil. Public executions, as much as they fascinated her and nourished her morbid curiosity, followed the same general routine. This was entirely unexpected and completely random. The true shame was how quickly the members of the circus reacted towards the death - Virginia would have liked to examine the fatal wound and approximate, if possible, the amount of blood lost. 

	[color=9999ff]"I have never known a soul who could resist a Mamushka,"[/color] Virginia commented with a sly smile. [color=9999ff]"I cannot help but imagine that your efforts will be successful with such a performance."[/color]

	James' jaw dropped when he saw the beheading. For a moment, he was frozen, until he smiled so intensely it almost felt like his cheekbones would pop off. "That...was....incredible!!!! Do it again!" James asked, squirming with renewed joy and excitement as the rider lifted him from the horse. The randomness and spontaneity of it may have enticed his sister, but it was the pure spectacle of it that won James over. He had hardly been at the circus for a minute and already, he never wanted to leave. 

	He kept staring at the head and the body, his eyes flickering back and forth, until the rider directed his attention to Bazhooli and Elizaveta. To a young and impressionable Crypt, he definitely preferred Bazhooli. There was a liveliness and flair to him that just drew James in. But even Bazhooli was bested by the gigantic white cat. Its red stained fur looked so beautiful to James, like blood on freshly fallen snow. Without even thinking twice about it, the little Viscount made a run towards the tiger, looking as happy as could be. 

	"Deadly cat! Deadly cat! Deadly cat!" James kept shouting. 

	Virginia chuckled softly at her brother's antics. [color=9999ff]"Little devil, you must ask first if you can touch the tiger,"[/color] Virginia chided. She didn't want her brother to grow up to be like some lords that simply took and took. If that was in his nature, she would much prefer to direct him towards piracy. It would serve him well there. 

	"Ginny, do you think it could eat me?" James asked, hardly able to contain himself. His sister couldn't help but smile softly. This was the sort of life she wanted for her brother - one where he could hardly contain his bliss, one where his curiosity was fulfilled and he was not dragged down by the normals. She wanted him to be happy, to have the childhood that ever Crypt deserved. 

	[color=9999ff]"Perhaps in a few bites,"[/color] Virginia answered. She demounted the horse and noted the individuals present - she recognized Bazhooli and the Grand Duchess from the previous evening. Of course, she was mostly glad to see Mary there. She seemed occupied at the moment, yet she had come to discuss her brother with Dame Hale. Hopefully, Mary would have some time to spare for the conversation.