[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/5d435dd7r/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia didn't mind the lack of a need for grand introductions. It was more reminiscent of family gatherings, where it didn't matter what position you held or what titles you claimed, as long as you were a Crypt. And even then, sometimes the rule could be a bit slack. Alfred, their dear butler, was a Fawley yet he was considered a Crypt. Outsiders were welcome to attend as guests of any member of the family and for that evening, they were considered Crypts as well. It was a place of belonging for misfits, those who could never quite be classified as odd, those who would attract the attention of the Catholic Church and be suspected of lacking a soul. 

	Virginia glanced at the individuals assembled, taking a quick count of those present. Not all of the Graveolase was here, then. It was the first thing about this specific assembly these evening that struck her as rude. While not all had to travel distances so far, it was clear to her that some members of the Graveolase had put in an effort to make an appearance. In her mind, it was disrespectful to the other members of the Graveolase and those that had traveled such lengths to meet with them. She eventually settled on noting this as being another thing she did not appreciate about normals. 

	Her attention was soon caught by a chorus of voices - well, a singular voice proclaiming that he wasn't mad. Her eyes lit up, filled with what appeared to be a dreamy excitement. The mentally ill were perhaps her favorite people. She adored deviances in psychology, finding the variations in the mind to be some of the most fascinating subjects to peruse in the world. Lady Dywell had been quite mad as well, helping to shape Virginia's viewpoint. Yes, she was certain that she'd have a wonderful conversation with the strange man - better than she would have with any other member of the Graveolase present. 

	She gasped slightly, absolutely enthralled as the madman turned into a small creature. How odd! She had never seen anything quite like it before. Not only did the man exhibit abnormal behavior, he also appealed to her interest in the Soulless - and the techniques that accompanied them. It had to be some sort of trained technique, Virginia reasoned. Or perhaps he had simply been born in such a manner - she supposed it had to be possible. The Crypt Family had their fare share of human anomalies from their stories. 

	Virginia hardly cared for the conversation between Mary and the Graveolase members. She was too busy enjoying watching the spectacle that the madman had provided. [color=#9999ff]"He's wonderful,"[/color] Virginia said with a smile. By the time he had finished his routine and run up to Mary, Virginia gave him a light smattering of applause. After the emotional weight of the last twenty four hours, she hadn't realized how much she needed something as light and carefree as that. Her eyes widened slightly at his exclamation of her being an alabaster [i]Bella.[/i] Was it a coincidence for him to call her that name, after all of the talk of the deadly nightshade? 

	She doubted it was coincidence. The universe was rarely so lazy. Virginia smiled kindly at the man, kneeling down slightly to offer him a hand in order to rise to his feet. [color=#9999ff]"That was truly spectacular - delightful, really. I've never seen anything quite like it."[/color] Virginia complimented. [color=#9999ff]"And please do call me Virginia."[/color] She didn't feel a need to insist on titles or circumstance. She realized how unusual it was for an earl's daughter to introduce herself using her first name to a strange man she had just met - yet she was a Crypt. This man wasn't a normal. He was someone that she felt was a kindred spirit.