[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/6bcab63d9e56fa6bc9ae0705be6f61a9/tumblr_inline_ni5hc52VeG1s0wd2z.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries, Ferret Handling[/center][hr]
	Knees buckling slightly, Ludwigs form seemed to fall like a rag doll for a split second. Back arching one way, head rolling the other, hands coming up as if they were lighter than air. Yet there was really nothing wrong with the man, so to speak, it seemed as if though he had just had the weight of the world come from his shoulders as a look of perplexed relief came over his features of face. [color=fdc68a]"Oh that is wonderful to hear!"[/color] he exclaimed with a rather over abundance of joy, a fit flying into the air as he spun around and gave a bouncy half drunken jig. His bag and clothing fanning out around him a bit as he did. Placing a single finger on the top of his own head he smiled innocently and brightly before he suddenly stopped and rushed back over to Vlad, throwing an arm around the man as he took back his invitation. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Please... just between you and me. I do not do well in front of people. They think I am a little mad. How odd isn't it? Do I look mad? I am far to happy to be mad but yet time and time again people misconstrue this smile for madness. Chumps, all of them. Little pollywomplegligens have settled in their colons, stopping them up. So because they cannot leave the kids at the pond they believe everyone is surly. Preposterous."[/color] His voice was of utter disbelief. How could anyone ever believe that he, Ludwig Karl Zimmer, understudy of the great [url=https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_metkfvaiYl1rsfn5h.gif]Ulrich Krause Sauer[/url] could ever be anything but having an exuberant time, especially when he was traveling and running into different types of trained ones. They had to be mad and trying to pass off their grouchyness onto him. No, he would not let them steal his thunder. He was a Zimmer! And there was nothing in this world that could bring him down. (Or ground his mind.)

	Now there were plenty of things that could startle him and throw him off. A goat rushing passed in red could distract anyone and it had him for a minute. Even as Vlad began to speak to him again his eyes were over and lingering on the tent from which he had exited not long ago. Tent, green, dirt, mouth full of dirt. Pale giants. Were they giants? They might be giants. Did they have giants in the circus? Did they have giants in the Graveolase? Grav... Grave... Dirt, dirt again. Worms, slithering through holes. Holes, not whole, white, pale. Lace. White, grave, lace, death. Yes. Death. Death of loved one. Dieter, no not his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/bc/9a/19bc9ae099689f6640222b5a80f23849--european-polecat-adult-adhd.jpg]ferret[/url], his [url=http://www.smart.co.uk/dreams/grimint3.jpg]brother[/url].Miss him he did, it made him sad. It made him mad. Was that why people thought he was mad? Because his brother had died? 

	A blink, or two came from Ludwig before he stopped starring off into the abyss that was his wandering mind and he looked over at Vlad. [color=fdc68a]"Yes, much respect for people. For family. I will respect all I see,"[/color] Ludwig said in all seriousness and with coherence he rarely possessed. Complete clarity and sanity coming through, understanding in his eyes, and a solemnness on reflecting about his brother no longer being in the world. 

	As quickly as it had come, it was gone though as he squished up his face, forcing his spectacles back up to the bridge of his nose from the tip, using the index and ring finger of his right hand to aid in the process. [color=fdc68a]"You have smallest nesting doll? Circus with Tiger and goat on them? Tiger eat the goat, goat eat the grass, grass digs in the earth, worm in the earth, center stones. Yes, Nesting eggs, have any?"[/color] he asked as he stood there and his mind started wandering once again. Spotting someone handling a small ferret, white with gray markings. He pulled his journal once again from his bag and weaved around the people, walking over and observing. He squatted down like a child about to poke an ant hill. [color=fdc68a]"Oh, oh I know this one, I know this one. This is Polvelitel',"[/color] he mentioned as he flipped through the pages of his journal and wrote down a few notes. The entire thing was in German, save certain words which were underlined. On this page it had at the top Vyoz, in the middle Polvelitel', and the words Ykrytiye mertvykh paslen at the bottom. 

	Resting the journal open on his thighs he reached into his bag and pulled out Dieter. (His ferret, not his brother.) [color=fdc68a]"I can train, see. I know how to train. He does good for me. Dieter say hello,"[/color] Luwdig said. He was like a child showing off their newest drawing or the fact they had made their bed for the first time without help. The auburn colored animal sniffed the air for a minutes before scurrying out of his hand and up his sleeve, to his shoulder and snaking around the back of Ludwigs neck. The mammals tail flapping against Ludwigs right shoulder as his head rested along the left side of the mans neck  watching everyone around. [color=fdc68a]"He's shy but he is might steed! Fiercest of animals, a cobblers worst nightmare he is,"[/color] Ludwig added as he stroked the red fur of his companion. The man that Ludwig had come over to looked at him as if Ludwig has lost all his rubles. Simply nodding an [i]okay...[/i] look and walking away but not before shooting Vlad a look as if to say, [i]"dude, what the fuck?"[/i] 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c5cf33eef7a22b2f128cd2c84fff3c4b/tumblr_inline_o7rfanAlPZ1qgrm3t_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ladies Room, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
[b]Skills:[/b] Class Knowledge (Peer), Court Ettiquette, House[/center][hr]
	Millicent sat there, her back to the door so that if anyone entered they could not see her features. Yet she did not really bother hiding her face from the single maid which stood there awaiting if anyone needed assistance. There would be no use. Staff rarely ever missed a single detail of what went on within a home even if their employers did constantly. It was little bits of information that kept them employed much of the time in certain households. Either in being able to use the information to be able to keep their position if they were to foul up something along the way or because they had not uttered anything and could be trusted with more sensitive matters. It would mean a far better pay than the year before. Either way, most made it a habit to more skilled in observation than anything they may have been being compensated for, it was the most desired skilled. So why bother hiding what the makeup was not. 

	Yet it seemed that Millicent would not be alone for long as another came into the room. Her time [i]alone[/i] seemed to be over and she found herself reaching up and patting her face dry from the humidity that was still clinging to her skin. Yet the moisture had done its due diligence. Parts of it smearing away even with the most gentle of touches to reveal a deep blue that matched the color of her gown, and black that seemed to be fitting compliment to the darkness of her eyes. The unruly curl of her hair was showing itself as well. Though she had only been there a short while, though she had done nothing but sit, she looked as if she had been put through the wringer for the majority of the day. The sound of silence that she felt within her mind was doing far more damage than the dampness of the Formal Garden had. 

	A sharp sniffle managed to escape her lips as she stood up, the pain wracking through her core and she wobbled to keep her footing before stumbling over towards the vanity. Pain, bubbly, circumstances all threatened to beat her muscles into submission and refuse to hold her aloft anymore. Yet she persevered, managing to hold herself and steady her form before catching a glimpse of herself for the first time since before she had left for Almacks the night before. It cracked her as her gloved hand came to her lips and she stifled the gasp that came from her vocal chords. [color=0072bc]"我變成了什麼..."[/color] she said in Mandarin before she quickly fumbled for her riticule and with shaky hands began to pull from it several pressed compacts yet she knew not what to do. Abigail had always applied her make up. She had no clue where to start.