[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]: Carlisle 
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia raised an eyebrow at Mary for a moment. [color=#9999ff]"Why presume that whatever force had to have intended to help our cause?"[/color] she pointed out. Coincidences were possible, however rare they were in the world. It was possible that a Soulless was somehow responsible, unwittingly aiding their efforts - or that perhaps they both had just been plunged into some sort of trap. However, Mary's line of logic aside, Virginia was in agreement. Allow the poor horse to rest and then push onwards to Gretna Green. 

	Her sharp ears picked up the sound of screams - and more importantly, the word they were crying out. [color=#9999ff]"...Perhaps the Soulless did indeed cause us to travel here,"[/color] Virginia mused. She couldn't help but wonder if the Rynes had bent space and perhaps time as well in order to hit this town, unwittingly bringing Mary and Virginia alone. She never had heard of such a thing before, yet she was a Crypt. She embraced the unusual, unexpected, and unprecedented. Strange things had been occurring of late. Perhaps it was time to throw out the old book, so to speak, and start anew. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Shall we?"[/color] Virginia then asked, clutching her axes.[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/7e3ebf6c56b4ccaf8838e82afb805b6b/tumblr_ofl0thWfH11qzbx7io1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Kirkpatrick House: the Carriage
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	A feeling of shame did indeed grow in the pit of Maeve's stomach, yet not for judging Calum. No, Lady Kirkpatrick had scolded her in such a manner that Maeve could not truly recall its last occurrence. She had been the eldest child, her mother had been frightfully ill, and her father...Maeve never paid him any mind these days. It reminded her of the way she might have scolded Roisin for getting sweets late at night. But Maeve did not have the luxury to be able to dwell on this feeling of shame.

	No, from what Maeve could perceive, Lady Kirkpatrick knew all about her. Her nephew's planning had been clumsy and if Maeve were to venture a guess, the only reason Calum had brought her here was in order to have her - the intended spy - turn on the nephew. Yet she couldn't say for certain - she didn't feel as if she were in any mortal danger, yet the shame mixed with some anxiety - especially as the carriage came to a stop next to them and weapons were pulled. She had to admit, Calum did look quite dashing, armed with his violent rosary. 

	She shook her head slightly. [color=ff6600]"No, me lady. I don't judge 'im for 'is decepshun - I canny trust 'im cos 'e's too much like meself...I think we 'av a similar nature. an' I wouldn't trust me if I were 'im either, me lady,"[/color] Maeve answered. She was hoping that honesty would be the correct approach here. [color=ff6600]"An' while I'm bein' completely 'onest 'ere, me lady, I fend 'im a bit attractive as well."[/color] She took a breath, watching Lady Kirkpatrick. She had a feeling Lady Kirkpatrick was more dangerous than whatever was in the other carriage.