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@Pundii Thanks for the post! :)

Alright folks, I'll write the update now. Since I haven't heard from Witch Cat, I'm going to assume Eudora was interacting with Seraphina, as she was the only one on the ground being huddled around at this time.
@Witch Cat: By fallen angel, you mean Seraphina, correct? Since Sariel is currently being carried out of the church.
@Pundii *has Sherlock about to start*

Brace yourselves. Things are gonna get really weird. And British. (By the way, I am actually British...A quarter, but a quarter proud! :P )
@Witch Cat: Day 6
@Pundii: Day 4, heard you're heading off for the week, please try to get one in ASAP! ;) And preferably before Sherlock comes on? I go bonkers when it's Sherlock time. The update will be like Cecily on a tumblr and sugar high wrote it if I do it after Sherlock.
@Pundii Hmmmm. I'm good either way, to be honest. I am excited a bit about Jacen coming in, but I also understand it might be a bit awkward trying to RP with just the three of us, with our current character set up.
Awww, did Caesar just call Cecily M'hija? :P This doesn't bode well for her survival, considering Alicia and Lorna...
@Lady Luck I wish you were my real dad.





Location: Carriage On Course to Almack's; Brief Respite at the Wyndham Estate


It would be a mistake to propose that Virginia thought of each servant as a member of the family. The carriage drivers were often replaced, due to some of the artifacts that the Crypts enjoyed to bring to their home. Whether it was from the shock of them, or the potential for theft, Virginia would never admit. She swore by her dear butler, Alfred, and often claimed that he was all the household needed. Still, he could not be expected to drive a carriage whilst teaching her brother the ways of the foil.

"Almack's," Virginia stated simply, fiddling once more with the opal ring on her hand. She regretted soon enough not bringing any journals to study during the carriage ride. The trip to Almack's was just over an hour--an hour of nothing more exciting than boredom. If only faster carriages had become a reality, Virginia thought to herself, staring idly at nothingness.

It was quite fortunate that it did not take Virginia all too long to lose herself in thought. Her mind was on her dear little brother. He was nearly ready to be trained, the age of testing beginning to dawn upon him. And why should not the young Viscount take up arms to defend himself? Alfred and Virginia could not shield him forever. He must learn to walk among the darkness upon his own merit. There was nothing quite to be feared, as long as one possessed wits and cleverness--two qualities Virginia was certain her brother was plentiful in.

Perhaps the Sister would have some words of wisdom as to the Viscount's training. Yet as her eye snapped into focus, hearing a distant scream, Virginia smiled softly to herself. "Stop the carriage," she commanded, her voice intense and yet not a shade above a whisper. The driver brought the carriage to a halt, aside the two other carriages that had come to the Wyndham Estate on that morning.

Milli, her dearest friend, she was well versed in the various tests and trainings. Perhaps she would have some advise to offer as to the Viscount's education. And from the carriages at the estate already, it was no doubt in Virginia's mind that some gentlemen were being forced upon Milli and her dear siblings at that moment. Furthermore, the thought of another partial hour in the silence of her thoughts did not seem all too pleasant on this morning.

"I shall be but a moment," Virginia instructed the driver, as he quickly hopped down, and opened the carriage door for the Lady Virginia Crypt. Even under the pale London skies, her skin was a deathly shade of white. Her mother had been the same. She nodded at her driver, spotting the two gentlemen at the doorstep. It was just as she expected.

She made her way forward to the home. It was time to perform an act of mercy for her dear friend.
I'm horrified and excited. :3


Dorothy Pender

Location: Dining Room


Dorothy's heart was pounding, with each and every word she heard. If anything, she wanted to grab Daphne, and somehow invent teleporting to get them out of there. She bit her lip, hard enough that it started to bleed, ever so slightly. The pain brought some focus to her mind, but even in the war, she had never quite been in a situation like this. The other turncoat on the ship, her dear friend, was being used as a hostage. She couldn't help but congratulate herself on never falling in love with an Alliance captain, otherwise Anisa might have had two hostages that day, instead of just one.

No, Anisa won't kill Camilla, Dorothy reassured herself. The Captain was her best friend. And her best friend wasn't a murderer. She wouldn't kill Camilla in cold blood. But if Camilla's death protected Daphne...No, that was senseless. If Camilla died, it would be all the more reason for the Alliance to destroy them all. They needed Camilla alive. Without her, none of them had any chance of making it.

At Daphne's exclamation, Dorothy's heart stopped for a moment. She had no clue what was going on, but she knew the voice of her sister. Fortunately, after her paranoid shock went away, she realized that it was bloody unlikely something happened to Daphne. It was probably just something awful on the horizon, whether that meant a need for new repairs, or that the Alliance was unwilling to negotiate.

Dorothy took a deep breath, standing at the ready. It was all she could do to protect her baby sister.
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