[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 
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia tensed up slightly as the man approached her, but she was able to quickly realize that he was not a combatant. He was merely someone who would assist her with her dead. Mary may not have been a Crypt by blood, yet Virginia still called Mary one of her own - now more than ever. [color=#9999ff]"If I do not return, she is Dame Commander Mary Hale, Arch Graveolase, and will require a proper Catholic burial. And I...I am the Lady Virginia Margaret Crypt. Should I not return, please place my body on a barge and set it ablaze. That will be enough for Veliona."[/color]

	[color=#9999ff]"Send word to the Russian Imperial Circus in London if those events do come to pass,"[/color] Virginia added. [color=#9999ff]"And thank you."[/color] She then took off in the direction of the voices. The variation in accents struck her as curious - though she supposed it made sense. Not all of Great Britain had the same accent. Of course, she could have sworn she heard the accent of the Russian Circus earlier. Perhaps it was Elizaveta - or perhaps it was someone coming to search for her. Time and space had been behaving oddly as of late. [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
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve nodded, swallowing thickly. Her sloth had caused her to not be able to confess to Calum her feelings - but that was life. Her heart would mend quickly, as they had not known each other for very long, and she might love again. Or she might not. She had a daughter to worry about - someone else to focus on and give all of her protection and love. She whispered a silent prayer that Roisin would be safe and sound - that she would grow up cared for and guarded in Rome. 

	She readied her weapon at the sound of hooves, only to frown with distaste as she heard the voice of an Englishmen. She did not like the English. She approved of Lady Kirkpatrick's remark. [color=ff6600]"I see de English prowess av observashun is not lackin',"[/color] Maeve scoffed. Anyone with half a brain would have been able to tell that a Soulless attack had occurred - but that was her mistake, right there. The English didn't have brains. One of them was too cowardly to even contemplate leaving the carriage. It was pathetic.