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[color=998849]Special Note: That Haze will remain until further notice, so make sure to keep to it. ^_^[/color]
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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green (Streets):[/i][/b][/color] "Right away miss," the driver said as he urged the carriage forward. It was not exactly a speedy movement as people were rushing in the streets still. It was far more cleared out than it had been earlier but there were still people out there and they were in a panic. The driver had to be careful not to accidentally run someone over with the carriage since they were not paying attention in all the chaos. Then a man nearly ran into the carriage and the driver yelled out. "What in bloody hell!"

	Rutherford stood there, his face looking like it was half gone, open to an eye socked and cheek bones and muscles and teeth on one side. He covered his face quickly and ran off, trying to avoid being seen or have people look at him. The driver sat there wide eyed and pushed the carriage forward much quicker now. If people were having their faces melted off the lat thing he wanted to do was to be a sitting duck on top of a carriage. Pulling up to a church, thankfully the dice were nice and made it the same one the others were at, he stopped. "Here," he said as he jumped down and opened the door for the ladies. "Quickly, it isn't safe," he said. He wasn't sure if it was or wasn't but if there were people with half their faces gone on the streets he would rather take his changes in a church. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green (Church):[/i][/b][/color] Ny shook his head. "I think he would want his books to be passed, be of use. You are brains as well as beauty, yes, you will do fine," he said with a grin, solemn as it was. He stepped away as Millicent and Virginia spoke, giving them some space. Millicent nodded and looked teary eyed as she rushed over to her friend Virginia and embraced her tightly, shaking some what. It was the first time in a bit she had let go of Williams hand. 

	[color=0072bc]"I.. I am fine and perhaps. Rutherford, he changed. His face, it melted, it was horrific, like candle wax on his skull,"[/color] Millicent said in a trembling voice as she held on to Virginia. Millicent usually did very well in battle, she had shown this at Almacs despite everything but right now she was shaking like a bird. She wasn't sure what to think about the fact that Virginia had come because of a vision of the Grand Duchess's and frankly right then she didn't care. She was just glad to be among someone she truly trusted again above all else. Virginia was hardly as frail as her lithe figure would lead people to believe. Millicent's eyes went to Vlad as he laid something down, picking it up she looked over the scarf but did not open it yet. There wouldn't be time. 

	As Veta started to prepare for the ritual, Constantine would notice there was a shadow, something off in the room. Something dark, something wrong, hidden in the rafters. It was large. The others would smell a hint of fire in the air but no signs of smoke currently. Veta was not noticing thing, as she was focused. She had already begun, whatever came their way this time, she couldn't move, she had to stay fixed in the ritual if she were to be sure that Ludwig would not change. If she didn't finish, it could be a far worse outcome. The Circus folk would know this.