[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. It seemed a bit dull when put like that - [i]the mission.[/i] No, this was a quest, an adventure, a daring tale of heroics and bravery and the sweet brush of death! A [i]mission[/i] didn't bring the excitation of the blood, the whispers of fresh graves, and the violent storm that had developed above them. It was another problem with the normals - their language, to be frank. They sucked all of the beauty out of everything and unlike the Soulless, it was hardly picturesque or beautiful. Everything the normals had built was responsible for her dear friend Millicent's suffering. Even Mary was held back - through her devotion to an order that saw her as less than an individual, just a cog in the machine. 

	There was no life if one could not be allowed to [i]exist[/i] - a right that British society denied women, no matter the status, in Virginia's opinion. [color=9999ff]"I have no doubt that this will either give us more questions or a bit of clarity,"[/color] Virginia mused, her eyes watching the beautiful storm raging around them. In particular, she noticed the way that the fire from the lightning refused to spread. Her thoughts filled with tales of excitation and her heart on her fallen might-have-been love, she still yearned to press onward. Mary's horse was steady and for that she was thankful. [color=9999ff]"See how it does not take to the flame?"[/color] Virginia pointed out. [color=9999ff]"It is an omen - a sign, I am certain of it..."[/color]

	Her thoughts then slipped to the message through the flames from her father. Could another one await them?[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: Tea Room
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve couldn't help but laugh, not even bothering to stifle her chuckles as she stared at the 'Father' - or whatever occupation he was claiming to hold at the moment. She couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that he only [i]nearly[/i] ran into the bannister. There was something charming about his clumsiness - like a drunken bird attempting to get back into its nest. Yet Maeve's mood darkened for a moment - it easily could have been an act as well - the bumbling fuddling nature of his...What was real about him, if anything? It would need more thought and consideration. It wasn't wise to trust those that hid before masks - after all, Maeve knew that she shouldn't be trusted in this household for that very same reason. 

	It was that one similarity between them that caused Maeve to find him attractive - but also to know that nothing could or should ever come of it. She finished descending the staircase fully, following the Father as he headed towards the tea room. [color=ff6600]"Might jist be ter alleviate 'is boredom, not sure grace is de right ward for it,"[/color] Maeve pointed out to Calum, an eyebrow raised. She felt a bit disappointed once more as he found his way into a seat, without another display of clumsiness. She would have liked for the display to last a little longer.