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	*I am transitioning to PM's for updates slowly (On the forum or on discord) - It's more fun to keep things under wraps until people post :P  

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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ytxwGdt01qhube3o3_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Tent City: Her Tent[hr][/center]

	Sister Lazarus kept up with Sister Mary. She didn't like being out like this and the look was evident on her face. Watching the men leave the circus with the message she grunted slightly. "I could have done that," she said in a gravely tone; more to herself than anyone else. The messengers were out of the circus post haste and on their way. They had been chosen for a reason. They held the skill of Brivaldi. They were trick horse riders. They could push harder, move faster, this was their mastery. 

	Looking over towards the entrance to her tent, Veta smiled slightly as she spotted Constantin enter what was more or less her home. [color=a187be]"Did you worry that I would not be around to tell you what to do anymore?"[/color] she said in her bird like voice, the corner of her mouth pulling into a gracefully sly smile. She was taunting him. She must have been feeling like herself just then. Myska looked up at Constantin, the animal seemed to freeze for a second before he sneezed and tiger phlegm sprayed out from his mouth and nose right onto Constantin. Veta turned her attention quickly to bonded friend. [color=a187be]"Myska, are you getting ill?"[/color] she asked concerned but there was a lilt in her voice as she tried not to laugh. 

	Adam on the other hand could not refrain from it. The young lad laughing as he covered his mouth before going stark silent as Vlad and Mary entered the tent. Clearing his throat a bit and trying to hold it in. Reaching behind him he snatched a handkerchief from the Grand Duchess's vanity before holding it out to Constantin. "Here..." he said biting on his bottom lip and trying to look as nonchalant as possible. He was failing miserably. 

	[color=a187be]"Mary! How vonderful to see you are here. Please forgive me. I had not remembered time had passed so much. Vill you be staying vith us this evening? Oh my! The meeting. I must ready, Vlad, I must attend,"[/color] she said suddenly remembering that she had to meet with the council to plead her case that the Russian trained should be admitted into the fold and a member of the trained be placed within the Graveolase as a representative. 

	"похоронный?"

	"да."
	
	"Газета?"

	"да."

	A quick stop during the ride, a coin exchanged, and mounted on horses the two messengers sat there opening the paper and looking at it. They spoke English, they didn't read it. That didn't work out the way they wanted. Looking at the man at the news stand they handed the paper back. "You read?"

	"Yeah, bes hard to sell if I didn't," he said looking at the Russians oddly. 

	"Funerals, any funerals listed?"	

	The man looked at them with even an odder expression. "Ve pay," the other said to him before holding out another coin. The man reached out for it but it was snatched back. "Read."