[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=firebrick]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3068ada6-2525-4e47-b1a8-14d98dfb6177.jpg[/img][h3][color=firebrick][b][i]"[u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]"[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][color=firebrick][b]Location:[/b][/color] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
[color=firebrick][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive) [/center][hr]

	The paperwork stated that this man, this [i]Ludwig[/i], was expected by the Graveolase. For the life of him he could not fathom exactly why they wanted to see him; he seemed utterly and incomprehensibly, mind-sharting insane. To believe what few recognizable words he spoke that could be readily translated from Whackadoodle to English to Russian, this man was the representative of an entire group of people with specific Training, dedicated not only to the elimination of Soulless, but to the greater understanding of them. Unless he had books upon books of gibberish. For all Vladimir knew, that might be the case exactly. At the very least, this strange fellow had the mental acuity to understand that he did not do well in front of others. Sadly, he did not seem to know why. 

	Vladimir did not have time for this. He really didn't. Between an attack of Soulless early in the day (not to mention the attack the previous evening), the state of Elizaveta, the affair with the Sister-Knight, the new business with Lady Crypt and the additional security measures put into place for living and undead threats alike, he had zero time to tend to Sem'ya business, a thing which he greatly needed to confirm with all parties involved. And of course, the reason for the presence of the Circus in London in the first place: The meeting of the Graveolase. Vlad did not expect that they would be meeting so early into the Season, let alone within the boundaries of their wood and canvas homes. 

	[color=firebrick]"Mister Ludvig!"[/color] he snapped, quickly tucking away his rising irritation at the man as he likely could not control the interesting manner of speech and action any more than Vladimir could stop being [u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]. He adjusted his hat upon his head by use of one of his knife handles, tipping the brim back and settling it onto his solid and noble head. [color=firebrick]"...mister Ludvig. If vould please? Da, ve have many nesting dolls. Intricate and interesting nesting dolls with pictures of little old mothers, or mices, or colorful shapes and designs. Many kinds! Are toys for children, mostly. But nesting dolls vill not help you this night, traveling Prussian man! No!"[/color] Vladimir had tucked his knives away over the course of his monologue, and now stood to Ludwig's side, motioning his hand in a graceful arc as if to make the entire landscape an exhibit of the tents reserved for oddities and artwork. Lacking a manner to assist him but understanding that an attempt would be futile, even counterproductive, Vladimir reached into the subtle crazy that he, and all other Great Bazhoolis utilized (to make them truly [i]Great[/i]) and decided instead to join him. Perhaps they would find the proper path for him if their emotional languages were a little closer together.  

	[color=firebrick]"This is [i]Circus[/i]! Russian Imperial Circus, and home of vorld famous Bazhooli Sem'ya! Graveolase meets this very night, under cover of big tent, right [i]there[/i], which vill be announced before is to occur. You vill have little of time to prepare yourself. Have meal! Food is [i]there[/i], pavilion vith cook-fires. Have fine vines; vintages of Motherland and Russian Icevines - but not too much, meeting, da?"[/color] He spread his arms wide, rotating in a circle once as if to illuminate everything around them for observation. [color=firebrick]"Is tiny city, like any in vorld, but run by Barony of Circus, full of life and tradition of Carpathian Rusyn peoples, under structure and support of mighty Russian Empire! The blood and souls of generations, reaching up to us from centuries past! Leading! Guiding! Giving color and strength to iron of our resolve. And [i]you[/i], Mister Ludvig, you get have opportunity to soak all of it in, to record, to make notes, da? Knowledge of a people not seen in London until this day."[/color] 

	Vladimir removed his hat and bowed to the man, giving another, smaller bow to his ferret. [color=firebrick]"Vith respect to you, and respect to ferret, and respect to new friend of ferret, I invite you to enjoy hospitality of Circus for as long as Graveolase business may last. Place to rest if needed after. But I vill have the questions for you. You are understanding? Vell, you are having my sympathy and my support this night. Respect given for respect. Is vay of Circus. Is [i]vone[/i] vay of Circus. Is one we do tonight, anyvay."[/color]