[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] Virginia could not help but be fascinated by the calamity formed by the weather. She imagined it had to be some form of Soulless - or a gigantic gathering of them. The blood lightning spoke to her macabre spirit and she wished that she could remain in the wretched scenery a little while longer, to bask in the presence of the mighty elements and the omens she was certain they represented. She took a deep breath, taking it all in before she nodded at Mary, feeling her mind sharpened. [color=#9999ff]"She's with her ancestors now,"[/color] Virginia told Mary, as a word of comfort. [color=#9999ff]"Death is nothing to fear - I know you know it well. What new elixir she is experiencing now...it boggles our minds comprehension."[/color] To the Crypts, Death was not a tragedy - well, tragedies themselves were seen as joyous and exciting occasions. Virginia saw Death as an adventure. It was the next grand tale, the next force that caused the blood to pump and the heart to clench, for adrenaline to rush and flow. [color=#9999ff]"To Millicent, then,"[/color] she agreed. [color=#9999ff]"And Lord Rutherford will be a far more handsome man without either of his heads attached to his body,"[/color] Virginia added, smirking slightly at her own pun. She didn't imagine Mary would help her with his murder, but truthfully, she did not need help to murder a scoundrel like him. It would be nothing short of an honor to do so. [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] Maeve took a breath as the man left the room, silently vowing to in some manner ensure his demise. Perhaps exposing her nephew to be a traitor would be payment enough for Lady Kirkpatrick to ensure Roisin's education and safety. For a woman as concerned with restoring her family to honor, it seemed like it would be decent leverage. For now, she would bide her time. There was no point in making a rash decision now. She needed to consider all of her options carefully and the more she observed, the more information she would have. Having sorted her things, Maeve took another moment to center herself and her mind. There was then the disturbing matter she had to consider - what had she felt for the parson? She had been harsh with him during their last encounters over his deception...Yet she knew that it was hypocritical and Maeve sighed. She hadn't come to Scotland in order to find another husband or even a temporary fling - especially not with a [i]Protestant[/i] of all likelihood (though part of her hoped he was secretly truly Catholic). She ran her hands over the bed for a moment and sighed. She needed to talk to Calum.