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Veilsight
March 22nd, 1823
Annan, Scotland
Calum took Maeve's hand and escorted her out of the carriage. Annan was far more pleasant a place than the port had been. Rory looked down from atop of the carriage and smirked a bit as he reached back and shut the door for them.
"Why don't you be a good lad and take the carriage and our things over to the Hotel," Calum said but Rory shook his head. "Why not?"
"Because that lad knows if he moves an inch without me I will cane him," an elderly voice suddenly chirped in from behind them. Standing in the doorway of the dress shop was an older woman with the heaviest beadworking on her coat. Her hands rested a top of her cane as she eyed Maeve. Calum whipped his head around and nearly stumbled over his own two feet as he tried to step over to her to greet her.
"Oh Fuddle," he muttered as he caught himself.
"Oh fuddle is right. How you have not managed to set the cathedral a flame because of your lack of grace is truly bewildering Father Blair," the woman said as she huffed and rolled her eyes.
Rory couldn't help but roar with laughter. "That be right hittin' the ol' nail on the head m'Lady!"
"Button your lip Rory before I belt it for you," she said as she took a step forward and headed directly towards Maeve. "So you are supposed to be helping me run a household since apparently I have not enough wit about me to continue to be able to succeed in such endeavors on my own."
"Oh No Lady Kirkpatrick, your son is only wishing to help lighten the load for you," Calum said but his words were cut short as the blunt end of the cane found his shin. "Saint's, Mary, And Joseph!!!" he yelped.
"I wasn't speaking to you Father O' Fuddle. I was speaking to the girl."
England
Case Name: A Funeral
Location: London
Time: Cover 1 Hour Of Game Time
Reason: People Have To Be Put To Rest
Group: Virginia & Company, Mosi's Family
Case Name: Your Princess is in another Castle
Location: Starting Point: London
Time: Cover 2 Hours of Game Time
Reason: Every good story needs a rescue
Group: Fyror & Gerard
The Strand: Sarah Ann looked up at Francis and nodded a bit. She understood what the madam was saying but she still didn't want to be a bother. Rising from her place she tentatively walked over to the window and slowly drew back the curtain just enough to take a look down at the street. One could see a relaxing in the girls shoulders as her eyes took note that there was no longer a body there and in fact what blood had been there was now gone. The only thing left was a splash of water and a bucket up against the wall near there. "I think I be okay," she said in a shaky voice, more trying to convince herself than Francis. "Just be needing a few minutes to collect meself, thens I be rights down ma'am," she added as she kept staring out of the window.
Michael turned the old mans head to the side and pulled down his neckerchief revealing two puncture wounds. "Yeah, I'd say it was a Soulless," he said quietly before stepping back from the corpse. Stepping over to another table and finding the cleanest spot, which was hardly clean, to lean against he crossed his arms over his chest. "But this doesn't bother me half as much as the fact there are apparently even more bodies. One here and there doesn't really alarm me, when there is a lot of killings in one place that gets under my skin," he mentioned in passing. The constables couldn't come because of a pile of bodies elsewhere, and of course he had already heard about the many Soulless showing up the night before at Almacks. If there were that many in the city, they had to be hiding somewhere. "But where..." he mused to himself, not realizing he had let those two words slip out in the middle of his thoughts.
Regent's Park: "Yeah, she's naked, stay back," Adam said with a determination and fire well beyond his years. It was half disturbing and half adorable to see the boy try to hold the pole arm like he was a master of it even though it was far bigger than he was and probably weighed just as much.
"Working with Gods Speed," Sister Sophia called out as with the help of Mary she started to peel off Elizaveta's clothing. She had yelled at the Grand Duchess more than once about wearing so little in the way of covering before, wanting the young Czarina to be to remain covered from head to toe at all times, but for once she was not angry at the girl. While yes, the straps of silk and organza were not ideal, they held far less of the icy water and were much easier to remove than if Elizaveta had been in her full royal garb.
Adam spotted Constantin coming up carrying buckets but he held his ground. "You cannot pass!" he yelled in a young cockney accent and tightened his grip on the pole arm. Sister Sophia managed to get Elizaveta's dressing grown pulled to and tied around her waist thanks to the help of Sister Mary. Laying the girl down back against Myska she pulled the covers over her and looked towards tent flap.
"Yes, yes, let them in," she called out. Adam shrugged and stepped aside but part of the pole arm was still trailing the ground, someone would trip if they weren't careful.
"Okay, you can pass," he said as he stood there and finally looked back into the tent now as he pushed back the fold of cloth that was the door. "She going to be okay?" he asked Mary as his lips thinned to see her body still shivering violently.
