[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/4z5agy2nl/Bella_Heathcote_gif.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Inn in Nottingham ---> Stable
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	[color=#9999ff]"She sounds a delightful woman,"[/color] Virginia replied softly, hearing of Mary's Matron of the Dead. She could not help but be curious to learn about the saint. Virginia liked to think of herself as a student of the dark forces, of the macabre - and as of such, a Matron of the Dead was something that sparked her curiosity. She made her way with Mary across the road to the stables, eventually spotting the Grand Duchess with Myshka and Cassius. For a moment, her thoughts went back to her own dear companion - a bloodhound named Ripper. She had every intention of bringing him with her on her later journey, in order to truly and properly Seek Life Elsewhere. She was certain that the Circus would be instrumental in that. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Elizaveta, I was not able to find much using Sokw,"[/color] she explained. [color=#9999ff]"There is a chance the man rushing off, eager to marry, that I heard talk of may be Lord Rutherford - but I am not sure,"[/color] she added, before she explained the scene she had witnessed with greater detail. She didn't want to waste time. While she could quickly look in a radius of 50 miles, traveling such a distance took considerably more time. Virginia had a guess as to the reason why Millicent was doing all of this, being her best friend, but she did not accept Millicent's logic. Even if she were to spare a sibling by marrying Rutherford, she could not marry every uncouth man in London to spare her siblings. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/75c688c44bc5b1b3ef54bf3081a0f05c/tumblr_omdy05ZJXh1w3nwrko1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Kirkpatrick House
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: Deception [/center][hr]	[color=ff6600]"Do ye now?"[/color] Maeve replied to Charles, giving him another smile. [color=ff6600]"Me brothers an' I loved swimmin' as kids too."[/color] Of course, she hadn't actually had much time to swim as a child. On special occasions - namely birthdays - she would have a spare moment to go and swim at a small pond by their home. Her youngest sister had nearly drowned once, but Maeve had always had a talent for swimming. There was something cleansing about it, as well - as if the pond water just washed away all of the work and chores and made her mother's illness just a little bit easier to bear. 

	She continued to walk up the stairs with Charles, unable to help but overhear the conversation between Lady Kirkpatrick and her nephew. Maeve shook her head slightly. [color=ff6600]"I can what yer mean, aboyt 'ims lackin' wits,"[/color] Maeve told Lady Kirkpatrick, continuing to move just as prompted. [color=ff6600]"If ye'd like, me lady, I can toss 'er oyt. Won't be any trouble,"[/color] Maeve then offered. While she herself wouldn't have turned family away, she wasn't here in order to make presumptions about Lady Kirkpatrick's lifestyle. She was meant to observe and nothing more. And if Maeve was to be honest, she'd throw anyone on her father's side of the family - or even just someone acquainted with him - back to the greet the Soulless rather than allow them to stay in her home indefinitely too.