<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwzlhdUsp51qau6jbo1_400.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ezekiel Mycroft<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd , 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged: Lady Elisabeth Boyle/Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Unfazed by Mr. Templeton's less then polite nature , Ezekiel simply strolled out of the town hall ,His attention quickly turned to  his fellow countrywoman once he spotted her from the steps outside the hall. A small chuckle escaped his lips as the attractive female was seemingly ignored twice by two men she was trying to interact with. He had dealt with the Royal Society before though he had never met Elisabeth during his time there. In all honesty he respected them as intelligent thinkers but found them to be rather boring and uninteresting . Mycroft was far more a fan of physical science then the mathematical theory the society dealt in. The famed detective knew little of Elisabeth and what he did know were mostly rumors. He had heard rumors of her being a witch but chalked them up to simple xenophobia from a few narrow minded fools. Though it couldn't help to find out if she really did dabble into paganism on the side. While Mycroft was still focused on finding Coleman's real killer but it wasn't like the former Sheriff of Gomorra was going anywhere soon. Other then into a grave of course.<br/><br/><br/>The eloquently dressed Ezekiel took a few soft steps towards Lady Elisabeth with a friendly smile across his lips and began to speak. "Nullius in verba , Lady Elisabeth. I'm sorry that those two men ignored you but I'd be delighted to gain your company today. Mycroft greeted with the famed Royal Society motto in a  cordial tone. While Ezekiel's accent was  notable  to the keen observer it was quite different from the woman who stood before him. His was more blue collar and down to earth while her's was more proper. He had the kind of accent you would  hear in a police station or a tavern. Her accent seemed to be more at home downing street then Soho. Of course Mycroft could put on the airs if he wanted to  but he  found that people  were far more willing to tell the truth to commoners then bourgeois.<br/><br/>