[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 shrugged slightly. [color=#9999ff]"I met one of my closest friends when she investigated me as to whether or not I was a Soulless - it does happen from time to time,"[/color] she told the man. It wasn't too much of a concern. They usually figured out pretty quickly that she was Soulled and if they didn't, Virginia didn't care. She could defend herself. It was more so James that she was worried about. He was so young and not yet trained - once he could dance with the macabre without worrying about losing his soul, then she would be able to relax. Fortunately, the Circus had agreed to train him - and she knew he would love it and grow strong. 

	[color=#9999ff]"I take it you have been to my ancestral home,"[/color] she then added, hearing the mention of that mountainous region. She accepted the odd bit of sustenance from him and hesitated in a moment, before sticking it into her mouth and she chewed it, following him down the path. If it was poison, she doubted that he would consume it himself or offer it to her. He was insane, but in an innocent and sweet way that made him trustworthy to her. [color=#9999ff]"As for colors... I believe a lovely soft purple - one that appears to be delicate yet carries the strength of a belladonna plant behind it."[/color][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]: Annan Carriages Passing
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve nodded to Lady Kirkpatrick - in roughly seven to nine years time she estimated, Roisin would likely be fully trained. By then, she imagined the pain of losing Calum would have dulled and it would be easy to give such a gift to her daughter. Of course, Roisin would be trained in its use by then and it was a Catholic weapon, something that brought joy to Maeve. Protestants were the scum of the Earth, after all. Though they had tied for that title with the British as well in Maeve's opinion - she already missed Ireland. Scotland was fine - England was far worse in her opinion. [color=ff6600]"Of course, thank ye, m'lady,"[/color] Maeve told her employer. 

	She then saw a man with a warm smile approach her, introducing himself. She glanced at him, seeing through the little act - he was attempting to charm her, right after such a tragic loss? She didn't have the stomach for it at the moment. Perhaps if she believed his friendship would be beneficial to her, she would have let him [i]think[/i] she had been wooed. Instead, she replied curtly and firmly, [color=ff6600][i][b]"No."[/b][/i][/color] She then walked ahead of him to the carriage, following after Lady Kirkpatrick.