[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color] and [color=f7976a]Sally Kirkpatrick[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][hr][b]Location[/b]: [color=ff6600]Kirkpatrick House: (B21)[/color]
[b]Skills[/b]: [color=ff6600]Deasmhumhnach [/color][/center][hr]	Maeve held her position, eyeing the Soulless that was in a diagonal line across from her. Calum had already perished and angered by the loss of what might have been, Maeve gritted her teeth and jumped upwards, in order to utilize additional height. Her Shillelagh came down on the Soulless, caving its skull in and it crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut. She then eyed her next target. 

	Thankfully there were only two left now. The odds were even now and the Lady Kirkpatrick wanted to get this over and done with. There was still one over by Maeve but she was handling herself fine. There was another over by the carriage, one who had killed both their horses. Bodies were piling up and this needed to end. There were the sound of hooves off in the distance but Sally wasn't worried about it just yet. Turning her old eyes towards the one further away from Maeve it seemed to eye her as well. 

	It moved quickly and came charging at her. Sword unsheathed. It took a swipe at her and the old woman was able to block it but the back swing caught her on the leg. Thankfully the thick layers of peticoats finally had a purpose. It only cut her leg slightly. She came up with her cane and caught it under the chin. blow for blow the two held each other until finally she caught the creature by the back of the head and ended its soulless existence. Taking a deep breath she leaned against her cane and looked back towards Maeve, hoping against hope the young girl would finish off this last bit of inconvenience. 	

	The Soulless came in for its attack, getting closer than Maeve would have cared for and for a moment, she held her breath, certain that it was about to strike true. Yet perhaps in some stroke of divine intervention, the creature missed and exposed its back to her. She then came in with a swing, her Shillelagh hitting the Soulless in the back of the head and its skull cracked, as it then crumpled to the ground. She took in a breath. The fight was done. [color=ff6600]"Calum...Calum!"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/KYhx6jDf/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Carlisle (F8)
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: Deduction, Chemical Analysis, and Biology[/center][hr]	Virginia retrieved her second axe, wiping the blades clean on one of the fallen creatures. She saw the precipitation that seemed to be like snow and heard the accented voices - voices of the Circus. Yet as she attempted to think through what it could be, she could not help but doubt herself. Perhaps it was Veta. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. She then looked at Mary's fallen form - she had begun her next great adventure now. 

	[color=#9999ff]"I will ensure your burial is proper,"[/color] Virginia swore. But there was the safety of the city to consider - there were still screams. And she had a burning curiosity to determine what those flakes were. Steeling her resolve, she headed forward into the unknown. Perhaps it would give some sort of explanation as to how space and perhaps time were warped, resulting in their speedy arrival in Carlisle. Without Mary by her side, the journey felt lonelier than ever before. She had not known Elizaveta properly - but Mary was a good friend.