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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Tent City.[/center]
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[color=9e005d] “More like I vorried I vould have missed my little chances to point out something or correct something you missed...”[/color] Constantin replied with a smile, enjoying the apparent eagerness on his friend's side to taunt him right now. Yes it appeared Veta had indeed entered the road to recovery. He was about to comment on something else when...

 [color=9e005d]“Myshka... there goes this set of performance clothing...”[/color] He growled as he was sprayed with tiger phlegm. He moved his right and and wiped some that had sprayed on his face.[color=9e005d]” This just cost you half of the bonus reward and I'm replacing it with vegetables...”[/color] The fire dancer smirked as the Adam moved to hand him a handkerchief.[color=9e005d]” You acting needs practice...”[/color] He said to Adam with a half frown half smile. He was in a good mood though and he did notice that Vlad and Mary had returned.

 [color=9e005d]“Good even....”[/color] He was just about to greet them when he turned quiet. Something... his mind felt clouded for a moment before the flashes started. Tretiy Glaz made it's presence known as images and sensations flooded his mind. There was pain, incredibly strong pain that made him grind his teeth. He was unable to breath for a moment as he felt himself feel dazed. He closed his eyes to try to numb his current overwhelmed senses. Good thing this didn't happen during performance, it could have turned catastrophic.

 [color=9e005d]“Ahhhhh...”[/color] He tried to take a deep breath, the images burnt now into his mind. Visions of Lace, boomsticks and thistle... What the hell did that mean!?