[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]: The Road North
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: Nakai[/center][hr]	As Virginia found herself helpless to do much beyond watch the tragedy unfold in front of her at first, she was struck by the color of Myshka's blood against his fur. It reminded her of the wolf they had found slaughtered at her townhome - an innocent creature, brought to a gruesome end that she was certain Myshka did not deserve. It was a beautiful and picturesque death, and as she looked forward at Elizaveta, the trail of skin floating from her reminded Virginia of freshly fallen snow. Yet she could not fully appreciate the macabre scene, as it was time for action. 

	Yet before Virginia could pull an axe from its sheath, Mary had sent Cassius into a full gallop. She steeled herself as best she could, hoping to avoid falling, and she began to practice the technique of Nakai. She did not know how to ride a horse and nor did she know what manner of creature they were about to do combat with, but she knew that improving her resistance to damage - mentally and physically - would come in handy. Her hand fell on her axe and she kept a tight grip on it. She knew not if this creature could be harmed with blades, but she would try. And if not, she would project herself into the In Between for combat. It was as good a plan as any. 	[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]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve tensed slightly as he used her true name. Had this all been a set up then? She was under the impression that was to spy on this household, yet her cover had apparently been blown before she had even arrived. Her face she kept emotionless, not wanting to let on as to the internal conflict and dilemma that had arisen. Would she still be paid? Would Roisin receive the life that she deserved? Yet she relaxed slightly as Thomas gave her his first instruction - to keep Lady Kirkpatrick believing that she was in a position of power and authority. He wasn't going to cut off her hand or anything of the sort, then. 

	[color=ff6600]"Now forgive me if it seems rude, but I'd like ter talk compensashun with ya, seein' as yer know who I really am."[/color] She let the words hang in the air for a moment, before she nodded, turning her thoughts to the Father. He was many things: handsome, irritating, exasperating, Protestant, clumsy, devious, two faced, charming, amusing, and fuddlesome. [color=ff6600]"The Father - 'e's a man wi' multiple faces - some better than others,"[/color] Maeve replied curtly. [color=ff6600]"But a good man at 'is core."[/color]