[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] It was a female Crypt that Ludwig was acquainted with, then. Her mind instantly went to [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6f/7d/40/6f7d40dd1f7863f0217736ac2aa8a4d0.jpg]her mother[/url], the Lady Dywell. Narcissa Crypt had a maddening stare to her, with her father once boasting that he fell further into insanity the moment he glimpsed Narcissa's eyes. She was certainly a thorn amongst the lilies by any standards and Virginia felt a pang of heartbreak spread through her. While she knew that her father still drew breath, she knew not of her mother's fate. Was Narcissus the flower that Ludwig referred to? But she knew better than to dismiss coincidence - there was another female Crypt who may boast a flower as an alias. Her ancestor, the Crypt with the Raven Hair - the Deadly Nightshade. This Crypt was also the ancestor of the Circus' techniques - from Ludwig's description, she seemed to fit the bill. Virginia's heart was aflutter. Here was a man who had met her ancestor - one who could potentially help her to Seek Life Elsewhere. Everything was falling into place with a neatness that she had not expected. [color=#9999ff]"Where did you last see her?"[/color] Virginia asked. [color=#9999ff]"I am on a quest to find her, if you will - the lily amongst the thorns - my ancestor."[/color] James, meanwhile, was too excited with the prospect of having a brother. He nodded eagerly. "Of course! The Mamushka is the dance of brotherly love - and you can be a Crypt if you want to! Do you have a second name? We can come up with one. Mine's Petrus...Do you have a favorite murderer? Oooh...What about Nero? Adam Nero!" James offered, as if the surname was merely a title to fling around. He started kicking his legs eagerly along with an imagined beat. Virginia merely held onto James a little more tightly, to ensure that he didn't fall. As the house lights lowered, Virginia's mind was still abuzz with questions. James leaned forward eagerly, as if he would somehow get a better view of the stage. While Virginia had seen Mamushkas before at family gatherings, James was too young to remember most of them. But this was nothing like what either had experienced with the Crypts - it was far more grandiose and Virginia had never even considered that the song could change. With each added layer of elegance and complexity, the Crypt siblings became more and more enthralled, each of them like small children seeing their very first Mamushka once more. By the time it ended, the pair of them instantly stood up, clapping eagerly over the entire spectacle. "That was so wicked!" James shouted. He couldn't contain himself as he jumped up and down, continuing to clap. Virginia was a little more restrained than her brother, yet she was grinning widely and enthusiastically as she applauded. Such a spectacle was much needed after Mosi's death - a proper grand Mamushka unlike anything she had ever dreamed of before. Yet as Virginia took a closer look at the individuals on the stage, she found herself struck by Elizaveta's special guest. She was pale enough to be a Crypt and had striking eyes that reminded her of her own mother. Was coincidence a compelling reason for her to make this deductive leap? Was the woman on the stage the one she had been searching for? Or was it simply her mind looking for family everywhere she could now, in a desperate attempt to save dear James? She couldn't decide. Her eyes flickered over towards Ludwig as she quietly addressed him. [color=#9999ff]"The ebony haired woman - do you know her?"[/color] Virginia then asked. It was entirely possible that the woman wasn't the Nightshade she sought out - yet she wanted to believe that she was. She wanted to believe that all of her answers were to be found here in the Circus, that she would be reunited with her family sooner than she had previously thought possible.