London, England

Alice put a hand on Frances back, trying to comfort her, then she noticed a bite mark on one of the legs of the Finely dressed hangman. "Queen Akasha as well." She shivered and pulled Frances into a hug. "Who else do you think this man is working with?" Alice asked, Irial seemed to worry Frances and a Queen who likes Red stuff has never been good in Alice's opinion.

"I don't know." Frances cried. "but We'll be safe if we get some Iron. Fae are allergic to Iron. Irial is no different." She said, holding on to Alice. She was feeling paranoid again. Her Sight was in full effect when she was like that. She looked around, noticed trails of Fae aura floating about. Her eyes widened when one of the men Deadpool was assign to was glowing with Fae Aura. "Mr. Deadpool, That Man, He's Fae!" She yelped squeezing Alice tight.

Alice held Frances, when she yelp about Deadpool's assigned body being a fae, Alice could feel her fear and grabbed her knife, hidden in a secret pocket in her skirt. She pointed it at the man, if he made a move, most likely the Madness would take over and she'd be in Londerland, hopefully he didn't, that would be very bad.

(( Deadpool isn't the Fae. The men Homles told him to get is a Fae))

"Good work, Frances." Holmes touched her shoulder to calm her down. He leaned over her and whispered things that would make her feel better. "Remember... you are in control of your powers. You choose what you want to see. Nothing can make you look at anything. Now close your eyes. Come on.... close them gently and breathe. Somethings may surprise you, but everything has a solution and a resolution."

It was more hypnotism than anything else... he needed her to calm down to explain more clearly what she had seen.

Frances closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The images played in her mind but she shooed them away. She opened her eyes slowly. Everything was hidden. The Man was a fae looked ordinary. She'd turned off her Sight, willingly. She looked up at Homles. "I'm alright now, thank you." She said but still didn't want to see the bodies.

Alice approached the body, Frances was in good hands. "Is he dead though?" She asked, her knife still in her hand, ready to cut him if necessary. "How long until more attacks?" Alice asked. "If there is more."

"Alright." Holmes turned from Frances and turned his attention to Alice. He examined them again, going over what Frances had said. "He's been dead for a while. Now if I am correct, these are members of the council, no? Well... this watch on him is way to expensive for any other man. And his clothing suggests very professional. There will be more, Alice. We have to stop them. they will not play out the same way as these did, that is certain."

When Deadpool heard the name of the Crusnik he shouted "Dammit!". He didn't think she survived his assassination. Though since she didn't die it would be more accurate to call it an assassination attempt. Oh God I thought I killed her last time we met. Dammit! DAMMIT!!" He was severley pissed off. Not because of the fact that the Crusnik was alive but because of how dangerous crossing his employers was. He would have to kill three men to get settle this.

Calming down now he began to think more logically. "So. All I have to do is kill the bitch before the guy who employed me finds out. However, if she causes damage than he will send an army of the best assassins in the world to wipe me off the side of planet along with anybody assosiated with me. He doesn't like England much either. OK Deadpool think. What would Stan Lee write?" He spoke to himself aloud.

Alice watched Deadpool talk to himself. "Technically she is dead, so..." She told him, hoping it helped. "So what do we do about the bodies and the witnesses?" She pointed her knife at the crowd. "Will they drop like leaves in Autumn or will the spread the word of the killings? What does he have planned for them?" She put the knife back in the secret pocket and skipped over to Frances. "Let's let the men, and Izzy, maybe, have their fun. We can go get some tea to calm our nerves." She suggested, Izzy was just as welcome to join.

"I hope your not suggesting to kill these people, backstab the British monarchy, and ultimately aid the enemy in royaly pissing off the country in a little terrorist attack. We let them go, news will spread without these people. I hope the Pope will aid us before trying to kill me." He said. He didn't want more enemies to top off the ones he already had.