[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s1.postimg.cc/sp47nw1mn/virginia3.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Nottingham
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: None[/center][hr]	Virginia watched as Elizaveta seemed to transfer some of her energy and vitality into Mary's horse, with Mary then insisting upon later returning the favor with the tiger. She could not help but smile slightly at the exchange. It was so much nicer than the empty pleasantries often exchanged in London society. Rather than a kindness just for politics, it was something real and purposed. Of course, she also was fascinated by the range of Russian skills. She knew a skill herself for increase endurance, but it only worked on herself. Perhaps if she had known a healing skill, she could have helped Mosi to cheat the Reaper.

	Her thoughts drifted to Mosi for a moment. Veliona would be with her - Virginia felt certain of it. And Death was nothing more than a grand adventure. Her good friend would be enjoying herself thoroughly, no matter what trials awaited her in the afterlife. She accepted Mary's hand as they walked to the inn, knowing that some sustenance would help to sustain her and allow her greater focus in her attempts to seek out the trail that led to Millicent. Her mind then snapped to attention as she heard rumors of a Soulless attack. Even if they had simply been traveling for holiday, it would have been something Virginia would have wished to pursue. She adored stories of the Soulless. 

	Mary beat her to the chase, however, asking what had happened. [color=#9999ff]"What Soulless appeared in the attack?"[/color] Virginia inquired, incredibly curious to know if the Soulless in Manchester had also been different than what they viewed to be the norm for the British isles. [color=#9999ff]"And of those with abilities who fought - who were they?"[/color] she added, wondering if Millicent had been present. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/75c688c44bc5b1b3ef54bf3081a0f05c/tumblr_omdy05ZJXh1w3nwrko1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Inn in Annan 
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: Deception [/center][hr]	Maeve kept her outward expression cool and collected as she took a seat. However, she couldn't help but see a reflection of her current situation in Lady Kirkpatrick's tales of her youth. When Maeve wasn't busy playing spy, she acted as a bartender at the Brennan Family Bar - which itself served as a front for the actual line of work they were in. There were hardly any female members in gangs, at least in Maeve's experience, but she was allowed a near equal voice and say in what they did. Besides, the family looked out for each other and they were good to Roisin. They could have turned her and Roisin out after her husband died, but they hadn't. 

	[color=ff6600]"They jist accept whatever they see - withoyt questionin' what it actually is,"[/color] Maeve agreed, taking her own cup of tea. Part of her had to wonder if Lady Kirkpatrick was onto her - and what she'd do if she found out that Maeve had been sent to spy on Lady Kirkpatrick's family. Of course, Maeve wasn't beyond betraying the 'Father' and his family if that was what it took. As long as she got the money to send Roisin to the best school for the deaf that she could, Maeve hardly cared where the money came from. She looked out for her own - and that was it. 

	[color=ff6600]"Oi'm sorry if this is too blunt, me lady, but 'ow ye git into that line av work?"[/color] Maeve couldn't help but ask. She could hardly imagine a noblewoman making spirits in secrecy. Maybe if they had gotten bored, sure, but she was beginning to feel a bit skeptical as to what she had assumed about Lady Kirkpatrick's background and history.