[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]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia nodded, her eyes widening with delight as she took in the pure lightning strikes. [color=#9999ff]"It is my dear Mosi,"[/color] she explained to Mary. She could not fault her for not knowing such a detail - she had not been present at Mosi's funeral rites. It was an exhilarating sensation, to see such a force in the midst of all of this chaos. To a Crypt, the present conditions were paradise. It was the perfect day for a wedding, a funeral, a Mamushka! Oh, to dance amongst all of this calamity! It was a tantalizing thought and Virginia wished that she could remain here and bask in this place. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Mary, I must ask that we follow it,"[/color] Virginia requested, her eyes dancing with joy and intrigue. She knew that Millicent was in danger, but every fiber of her being told her that they just had to investigate this. Millicent had time. Elizaveta was likely dead. But this? This is a sign. [color=#9999ff]"If you wish to continue on, I will ask that I be allowed to pursue by foot,"[/color] she then added. She doubted that would be fast enough but she wasn't going to pass up on this chance. There was something there - she just had to find it![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]	[i]Think of the devil and he shall arrive...[/i] Maeve couldn't help but smile with slight amusement. Just after she had decided that she did need to discuss some matters with the bumbling parson, he arrived at the Kirkpatrick residence. She smoothed out her clothing as best as she could, grabbing what her brothers in law called her glorified stick - she did carry it with her at most times, finding it had a variety of uses - and she exited her room at the house. The conversation downstairs was too muddled for her to make out, yet if it turned out to be interesting Maeve had no doubt that it would be repeated on a later occasion. 

	She made her way down the stairs, creating a small mental map for herself of the house based on what she had witnessed thus far. Of course, she was curious as to what exactly the parson wished to speak with Lady Kirkpatrick about. Had he been versed in Irish signs, she would have communicated to him in that manner that she needed to speak with him privately herself, once he was done speaking with Lady Kirkpatrick. Instead, Maeve resolved to see if she could join the meeting like a shadow. There was also the possibility of Lady Kirkpatrick's favor system - perhaps that would be a better arrangement for dear Roisin. [color=ff6600]"Fancy seein' yer again round 'ere, Father Blair"[/color] Maeve quipped softly.