[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/256tZJSJ/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Gretna Green - Church
[b][color=9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	With Vlad mentioning that he needed to retrieve his hat, it reminded Virginia that her axes were both currently lying around the Church. She took a quick moment to fetch both of them, cleaning their blades on the fabric of her dress. It was not that she minded the filth they were covered in so much as she wanted to keep the quality of the blades pristine - her tools served her with honor and should be treated with respect. The battle may have concluded for the moment, but the haze still clouded her vision. In the heat of combat with the creature, it almost had slipped her mind but now, the haze was ever-present. She made her way over to Millicent and stood by her side. The Great Bazhooli's experience was fascinating - he had been thrown physically backwards during his trip to the astral plane. 

	Several of her trained skills allowed her mind, her soul, to leave her body: Mikasi allowed her to perform astral combat, whereas Sokw and Chankoowashtay allowed her to travel in order to see things occurring great distances away. Hearing though that the Bazhooli had found a plane of existence completely different to where they were currently... It was wondrous and made Virginia wonder, if she were to use her own skills, would she be able to access this place as well? Before she could think much on it and what the possibilities could be, strange and beautiful things continued to come into play. From the ashes that covered poor Ludwig, Deadly Nightshade grew. 

	The words caused her heart to still and her already pale face drained of color, until she resembled a cadaver. Those had been the words her father had sent to her via the funeral flames of dear Mosi. [i]Seek life elsewhere[/i]. There even had been a drawing of the [i]atropa belladonna[/i] on the page. And of course, the voice belonged to the mysterious woman she had met at the Russian Circus - Belladonna, her ancestor, the Crypt with the ebony hair. [color=#9999ff]"Belladonna...?"[/color] Virginia whispered, the wonder in her voice so childlike. 

	Elizaveta, her distant cousin, added to the mystery with a revelation: [i]three[/i]. There were so many different instances of threes that had happened lately. She had seen a white light three times. There were descendants from Belladonna present, accounting for three different families. Three petals fell from the Deadly Nightshade. Belladonna's voice had repeated herself three times, it had taken three women to slay the poor monster. And with her thoughts already on Vlad's exploration into the other plane, everything clicked into place as Virginia saw Elizaveta extend her hand to her. 

	[color=#9999ff]"I see,"[/color] she said, before taking a moment. [color=#9999ff]"Millicent, my dear friend... If this works as I anticipate, and perhaps even in some unexpected manner, and I do not return... I place the Crypt Estate in your care until James is old enough to claim his birthright,"[/color] she told her dearest friend. She then took Elizaveta's hand, waiting for Vladimir to take the Duchess' other hand so that they might travel to that astral plane as [i]three[/i]. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RFvcVZSh/tumblr-okus4b-RDQz1w3nwrko4-250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Gretna Green - Church
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve pulled a face, incredibly confused with everything that was happening. The Russian woman seemed to be insane. She kept on muttering about the number [i]three[/i], as if that somehow was the answer to everything going on here. But as far as Maeve could tell, three had [i]nothing[/i] at all to do with the haze that was clouding their vision or the monster that they had fought. The only [i]three[/i] she could think of that had any sway here was the Holy Trinity, but with the pagan girl joining in on whatever was about to go on, she doubted this was anything godly. Since Colette was really the only one here that she knew, the Irishwoman gravitated over towards her and leaned in slightly, as if they were co-conspirators in some sort of heist. 

	[color=ff6600]"Do yer 'av any bleedin idea what de 'ell they're blatherin' aboyt?"[/color] Maeve whispered. Sure, she felt no loyalty or ties to Colette, but at least she was someone here that she recognized and she felt comfortable whispering these sort of things to. Everyone else seemed to either listen to the Russian woman or essentially just wasn't willing to get into a prolonged argument with her. And if it wasn't for the craziness that Maeve was certain would be continuing outside with this haze, she would have just left the Church right now and cut her losses. And why was there a small little creature running around, perching on the Russian man's shoulder like it was a bird? Was this all a bad dream? Was it something she had eaten the night before?