[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick][b][i][u]Vladimir Alexandrov[/u][/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[h3][color=firebrick][b][i]"[u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]"[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][color=firebrick][b]Passive Skills:[/b][/color] [list][*] [u]Fal'shbort[/u] - You are tougher, stronger, more Russian! [*] [u]Tretiy Glaz[/u] - An ability that gives a person a sixth sense into the future. Unpredictable and random.[/list][/center][hr][hr][center][color=firebrick][b]Location:[/b][/color] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) [/center][hr][hr]

	Despite the fact that Vladimir's hands were covered in blood that wasn't his, coupled with the fact that he had been very recently holding the severed head of a fellow circus performer, he seemed in relatively good spirits. It could have been an act, or ploy of some kind designed to maintain order among his people. If The Great Bazhooli resorted to panic, it was only a matter of time before the Circus went right along with him. Admittedly, it was an understandably rare occurrence for an accidental death of this nature to darken their hearthy Tent City; luckily it was all out of sight of the visiting dignitaries from the Graveolase. 

	About at that time, Viktor the Ringmaster made his appearance. He was a man who put as much stock into making a show of his presence as Vladimir was; it was one way that he was very much like a Bazhooli, though other character traits would have taken him out of the running as a "Great" one. Viktor's loyal army of Russian Circus Roustabouts quickly saw to the still-warm body of Alexandra, rolled up in canvas. They passed along jugs of good, clear water, washing the blood off of people and hard surfaces. Vladimir motioned for the Ringmaster to come over to him, which he happily obliged to do, carrying a bottle of his own for Vlad to rinse his hands clean. As the blood ran onto the ground from his fingers, he addressed the man that was essentially the Circus Manager and Master of Finance. [color=firebrick]"Гравеолаза здесь, Виктор. Я должен увидеть семью Бажули для этой встречи - именно по этой причине мы здесь. Будете ли вы следить за тем, как люди девушки обращаются с этим?[/color][sub]1[/sub][color=firebrick]"[/color] 

	Viktor's face was all seriousness and a small amount of alarm as he listened to what Vladimir had to say on the situation. When it came down to it, this is what they did when the pressure was on them: They set aside pride and conflict, deferred to each other's expertise, and got the job done. [b]"Конечно, Великий Бажули. Это будет сделано, и я встречу вас в грандиозном павильоне для ознакомления позже.[/b][sub]2[/sub][b]"[/b]

	Vlad had to ready himself and his Sem'ya to meet the Graveolase, maybe get in a dry run of their Grand Mamushka. He definitely had to get his "performance face" on. They all had their roles to play, and his was as the powerful, charming, merry showoff, commanding his people like a Field Marshal and executing impressive displays of martial prowess and coordination. But first...

	[color=firebrick]"Lady Crypt!"[/color] he called from his position near the dead lady's horse. [color=firebrick]"It does heart joy, [i]immense[/i] joy to be seeing you vith us this evening! Truly, you bring shadowy glimmer of mystery and passionate enchantment to vhat othervise vould be simple night at circus, da?"[/color] He approached briefly, just long enough to relay a more personal greeting. Bowing low, Vladimir began speaking again as he slowly rose to a standing position, shoulders broad and back straight. [color=firebrick]"It is honor to have one ov such undeniable grace, cold, starlit beauty, and charismatic intensity attending vith us, Lady Crypt. I am at service to you, ov course. Vhen ve have time, I vould speak vith you. But for now, obligations do not allow. For please, enjoy hospitality ov Circus - vhatever you need, ask."[/color] He offered another bow in the direction of Elizaveta and Mary, [color=firebrick]"Grand Duchess, Sister-Knight..."[/color] before hurrying back off in the direction of the remainder of his family, already preparing for the show. His retreating form could be heard giving Constantin encouragement. 

	[color=firebrick]"Excellent! For thank you! Just cover blood on ground, or give to Viktor's people, da? Enjoy [i]salad[/i] after!"[/color]

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1	=	The Graveolase is here, Viktor. I must see to the Bazhooli Sem'ya for this meeting - it is the reason we are here. Will you please attend to the girl's people and handle this?

2	=	Certainly, Great Bazhooli. It will be done, and I shall meet you in the grand pavilion for the introduction later.
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[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0c0c0][i][b]Sister Mary Ignatia Hale[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]
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[sub][color=c0c0c0]"Hail Mary, full of grace, The Lord is with thee."[/color][/sub]
[hr][color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) [/center][hr][hr]

	It warmed Mary's heart to see Virginia approach. The evening was quickly becoming a jumble of important things happening all at once, threatening to overwhelm the already stressed Apostolic. Mary was a Venator, not a politician. She hunted Soulless and represented her Church, acting on their behalf as an agent of God's will upon His creation. Just not tonight. No, tonight Mary had greatness thrust upon her, and she had to sit in the seat of one of the most powerful offices in the world. It was a foregone conclusion that she did not want it, but to turn it over to someone else without sizing them up first could very well ensure a dark period for mankind across the world. Mary had to protect the seat of the Arch Graveolase from those who would pervert its intentions. 

	Naturally, seeing her friend walk up to her and the Grand Duchess drew a nigh seraphic smile from her. She had come because she needed help, granted, but Mary was just happy to see her. The young Apostolic remained quiet as Elizaveta spoke to Virginia; they were in public and she held much higher station. What she had said to Virginia, leading with the news about the Lady Wyndham, struck Mary with a sense of realization: Veta might intend to seek assistance from Virginia with her plans to ride for Gretna Green. It was both a relief and a cause for anxiousness. Relief, because she would not have to go alone if she could convince the Lady Crypt, and a streak of anxious nerves because there was a very good possibility that Mary would be unable to accompany them. She very much wanted to, especially if it was the three of them. Envy, jealousy, what have you; she would have to confess this later. Out of respect to Veta, certain details would have to be left out. 

	But even as the Grand Duchess was finishing her words with Lady Crypt and James, and The Great Bazhooli concluded ...being himself... Mary took the opportunity to speak to her. [color=c0c0c0]"It is very good to see you, Lady Crypt. I am delighted to see that my message was received quickly and you responded in person. Please, as you are able, tell me everything about yours and the young Viscount's situation. In the interest of disclosure, I should mention that another option has availed itself, though it is not fully confirmed at this time. But first, please, are you or your brother in need of food or drink? The people here are very generous with guests, as you have seen."[/color] 

	Mary made it a point not to discuss the very recent decapitation.