[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/a1adfd921527a94d41e75f66f7fe7b6a/tumblr_inline_ni5h5odz2w1s0wd2z.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Main Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries, Ferret Handling, Riding, Kielkropf, Gramol, Sketching, Raips, Smoyler, Ringen (Kampfringen)[/center][hr]
	The full contingency of the Graveolase Council was not present. Several were missing. Yes, missing. Milk cartons would one day hold their images. That of the Scotslady [url=https://m.popkey.co/6a0163/bXqMV.gif]Kirkpatrick[/url]. A cane she had taken to his shin last time he presented but he did not care. He jumped and played it off. Very well. It was supposed to happen. Luck of the Irish had rubbed off on him that day, all bad luck. [url=http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40700000/Lestat-interview-with-the-vampire-40766057-480-270.gif]Ledbetter[/url] was not present either but that was fine with him. The man stunk to high heaven and always carried on an air that he was better than the German because he was of French decent. The fact he was not there to represent the Colonies more than made Ludwigs evenings. Yes, no French, no bread, no baguette, no hau hau hau. The [url=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J28iVBu29ng/UC3TSvbvMhI/AAAAAAAAM6o/Xgwi_Mor-dI/s1600/Leo12_bw_b.jpg]Pope[/url] was not there, mores the pity for the man had wonderful hats, great hats. Large hats! Yes, hats, very stunning! And while Rome he could take or leave they were better than the French. 

	Yet, there were faces he knew, faces he knew well. Faces in front of him that he had seen before. [url=https://onthepathofknowledge.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/sheikh-salih-al-jaafari.jpg?w=604]Salih Al-Iman[/url] sat there, all the way from Jerusalem. He had at least said a kind word or two towards him the last gathering. Yes, very nice. He had said that Ludwig was [i]beyond comprehension[/i]. Yes, very nice words. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2c/98/f9/2c98f97f27cb2693e0689bc72c65c8a8.jpg]Christine[/url] on the other hand had not. She had used that word, mad, to speak about Ludwig. Well her head wraps were silly. Who needed that much cloth on their head in the heat? She had melted her brains not to know true wonder when she spotted it. Patooty on her, she was a Bettnassen Seiche Eimer! Dah, she was indeed. A Large, over flowing and spilling out on those around her Bettnassen Sieche Eimer!

	"Oh he just lives in life, let him enjoy the madness. He faces fear, you run from it and it will not buy you a moment longer on this earth," [url=http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e15/10895297_1555629874685381_1278513567_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=OTA3MzAxMDkyMzAzMDgxMzQy.2]Bjorn[/url] said towards Christine as she eyed Ludwig. She wished to cut him down with a flick of her wrist, is was in her eyes but Bjorn smiled brightly and waved back. Yes, Bjorn understood Ludwig. He backed him. He was happy, he understood joy and he never called Ludwig mad. In fact he defended Ludwig stating that if Ludwig was mad then so was he and everyone knew Bjorn, the Graveolase representation from Scandinavia was anything but mad. He was Bjorn the Joyous! And he too was beyond comprehension. 

	"Perhaps there is some German in you," [url=https://i1.netflixmovies.com/dibsl9ebc/image/upload/w_1024/n9o1fdvvohcmd0pcuoic.jpg]Guang Ji[/url] said with a smirk on his lips as he watched Ludwig. Wave, yes wave. He kept waving with each step he took towards the council. China was large, many skilled warriors came from China. He had to impress Guang.

	"Say what you will, I would not mind some of that German in me, even  if only for the night," [url=almosthuman99.com/stars/angelinajolie/ajfront.jpg]Akechi Lee Ko[/url] said as she rose and gave a welcoming nod towards Ludwig. Her lips looked like they had been stung by a bee but Ludwig wasn't one to judge. He did appear to have wrestled with Zehreenach much of the time. She must always be right out of a the battle of the bees. She was kind though, always smiling at him and playing with his hair. She must have been alone for she didn't get away from the Island nation much. Training the Japanese must have taken a lot in all those layers of robes they wore and those large legged pants. 

	The ones that were there, all were watching him until they weren't and then they were looking at a girl. Red hair, fire, she was on fire! Yes, fire! Good fire, not bad fire. Growing fire, to burning fire. No burns, bad. Didn't they have ones that burned their feet? Coals, yes, black coals, fire coals. Embers, enter. Yes time to enter! That must have been the new Arch Graveolase! [color=fdc68a]"You! YOU! Yes! Oh! Hey! Hello! Greetings! Salutations! No, I must speak with her! I am presenting!"[/color] Ludwig yelled as two of the circus tried to keep him back from the booth. [color=fdc68a]"Hands off. I am not mad, not yet!"[/color] he said flipping his arms around as if he was about to be stung by bees. They were bees. He did not want the same lips as Lee Ko, he didn't have the cheek bones for it. 

	"Right, you go no'v. Ve do not need distraction," one of the men said but Ludwig would have none of it. None of it. Nope. He was presenting and as their hands landed on him, Dieter jumped off his shoulder. His ferret, not his brother. And bip! Yes, Bippity boppity, BOO! Down he went into three inches high and fluttering his wingers around as he kicked one in the nose. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Dare you anger the great Ludwig and his mighty steed! Hands off I said!"[/color] he added as he swung his butt around in the air and let his wings hit the mans nose a few times. Dieter, the ferret not the brother, scurried up the mans legs and up to his shoulder. To which Ludwig would take advantage of and mount his mighty steed. [color=fdc68a]"To the Graveolase! Let us show them who is not mad!"[/color] he cackled and laughed as he grabbed hand fulls of fur and reared his mighty steed on his back paws before leaping off and to the ground.

	"Not again..." Christine muttered before turning her attention over towards Mary and smiled. "I am Christine Del'ataunt of the West Indies delegation. Wonderful to meet you Arch Graveolase Sister Hale. We received word of your appointment last evening," Christine said introducing herself. "Pay him no mind, just another wish they were a true delegation wishing entry to the council."

	"He has as much right to be here at the table as you do. It is in his blood," Bjorn said and them smiled at Mary. "Hiya Arche, Bjorn the Joyous! Scandinavia. Hope you don't mind, one god might be enough for you but I am in need of many," he said lightly. He was actually not even looking at her anymore but his head was back watching Ludwig. 

	Weaving in and out between the legs of others trying to stop him and yet no one could stop him and his mighty steed. NO one could. They were a team he and Dieter. His ferret, not his brother. [color=fdc68a]"Yes, faster! That is how you move! Fierce ferret!"[/color] he called out just before a basket was tossed over his head. They were trapped! Oh no! Trapped beneath the wicker! Wicked wicker! Cased. No! [color=fdc68a]"Bettnassen Sieche Eimer!"[/color] he called out as he climbed off his ferret. A blink, a sneeze, and a boom and that cage was now a hat on his head and he was grinning ear to ear as he popped it off his head, licked his lips, shoved it on one of the mens heads whom was trying to catch him. Dieter darting off towards the Graveolase and then it really began. 

	Step to the left, a jump to the right, his hands on his hips, yes. Time to dance. To Go! Yes, flip, basket on the head, off the head, around and behind the man. Pull the pants up, giggle, slid between his legs, make him fall. On the ground with one. Up the pole, spin around. Singing in the rain. No sing, dance, move. Yes boot to the butt, and one flew with head into another basket. Wicked wicker was not helpful helmets. And Ludwig was not mad, he was glad! Joyful! [color=fdc68a]"Hi Bjorn!"[/color] he said as he waves happily, stopping everything and waving. Yes, wave at the joyous man. He waved back! Wait, hand on wrist. Can't have that. Third one had to go down but out of helpful helmets. Time for something new. He needed one more basket. 

	A jump, a spin, behind him, hand free. Book was out, no. Not book on ways of the trained. This was a journal. A quill. Quib to tongue, wet, and sketch, sketch, sketch as he darted and was being chased. A ferret watching from a Vikings shoulder. This was a hell of a show if Ludwig could say so but he couldn't see himself. Yet others could and Lee Ko was laughing, not at Ludwig but at the others chasing him. "He does know how to make himself known," she said as he made it up to the top of a stack of hay and was still drawing. "Oh shit... what... Whew, that could have been worse," she said as a ring of steel slipped out from behind the stack of hay and tripped up the third man only to have his head fall into a third previously not there helpful helmet of wicked wicker. 

	"Last time it was a hornets next..." Bjorn laughed.

	"It was not funny!" Guang protested as he reflexively rubbed his rear end. 

	Now that three, count them three had run up and down the clock, it was tick tock time as he dashed and flipped and then rushed over to where the council were. [color=fdc68a]"Sorry, was held up. Yes, Hello! Greetings! Mary Mary, very contrary. No monster have you created, and I am no Prometheus. I am Ludwig! Please, let me show you what my people can do. See!"[/color] he said as he shoved his journal and quill back into his bag and pulled out a single bean. He was putting everything into the bean. They had to see how wondrous his people were and a bean was magic. Magic beans.  

	[color=fdc68a]Watch!"[/color] he said as he kissed the bean and then tossed it towards the tank of water. No one tried to stop him, he was just tossing a bean at this point and the three which had been after him were now just finally starting to remove the helpful helmets of wicked wicker. It hit the diving tank and turned everything to ice. [color=fdc68a]"See, tada!"[/color] he said triumphantly as he stood there and was suddenly tackled to the ground with an umph. 

	"Let him go, we were aware he would be attending," Lee Ko said and narrowed her eyes. 

	A mouth full of dirt and a spat but Ludiwg was not fighting as he looked up and spotted Virginia. [color=fdc68a]"An alabaster Bella.."[/color] he said quietly. So white, yet so still. The eyes, caught him and then more features. Yes, a white bella. Not dark and in the shadows. White, truly white. [color=fdc68a]"Weisse Frauen..."[/color]

	How long had it taken him from spotting the Graveolase to ending up on the floor gawking at Virginia? Time was an illusion but by the watch, that entire incident had taken all of two minutes and forty five seconds...

	At the gate to the tent city, Thalken was greeted much more warmly than Ludwig had been just then for he only had two guards at the gate and they were not trying to tackle him to the ground. "No entry, closed shov tonight," one of the guards said plainly. They were not menacing as they stood there just doing their job. Keep anyone and everyone out. "Come tomorrow, full show."

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Bettnassen Seiche Eimer - Bedwetting piss bucket
Weisse Frauen - White Woman
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/e962757823d845783cc6356df1dc35b8/tumblr_inline_o8087g1osx1qgrm3t_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]
	There was a compliment in the womans words but Millicent could not hear it right then. She stood there, frozen still as if she was made of ice. Afraid to move, or perhaps just unable. She had seen herself in the mirror. She knew she was not a beauty even without the arks. Not like the woman who was being kind enough to help her with her make up. She was well put together, blonde, blue eyed. She was fair like so many wished to be while Millicent was not. She was mousy and a blue stocking on top of it. Yet the words had been said, still they had not been heard. It was probably for the best. The last person who had said she had beauty was her fiance when he was....

	The words asking if all was well were heard and Millicent felt a knot form in her throat. She was choking, she couldn't choke. Not then. Not now. She hated this, hated what this would lead to but she had no choice. Not now. She had to protect her last remaining sibling from the same fate she had already endured over the last hours. She had to ensure Emma did not have to go through such. And even if Emma were not a factor, no man would ever want her now. Not that she could blame them. She was soiled, spent, ruined. It alone would ruin her fathers business. Everything would fall if she did not press forward. This was to be her life now. This was her prison and she had to deal with it. 

	Blinking she slowly looked towards Collette and let out a shaky nod of her head. [color=0072bc]"Yes, of course. The weather just throws me off. I do so miss the evenings back in China, so much more pleasant than than English summer..."[/color] she said. Trying to convince the woman before he so no rumors would be started. Trying to convince herself so she would not crack. [color=0072bc]"Thank you ever so much, I was never good at this. I suppose I should have spent more time in front of the mirror and less time training."[/color]
	

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m90e10bEnu1ra1lfvo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b]  Staging Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Circus Ettiquette, Diplomacy, Rusyn[/center][hr]
	Elizaveta made her way from the tent and towards the staging area. There were things she needed to still discuss with Mary and Virginia but once the Baron had arrived she could not. It had to do with them leaving and if he caught wind of it, their plan would be blown. No, she had to keep quiet. Just a little longer. Once the presentation was completed she could speak to them in private but Circus came first right then and it had to. It was nearly time for them to begin. This would be the last time she could present to the Graveolase. Each representative was allowed two tries in a ruling. This would be her second. She had to make it work. She hoped and prayed it would. She was going against the grain as much with this presentation as she was with running off with Virginia and Mary to Scotland afterwards. May god protect her and those she was set to protect. 

	Stepping into the staging area she smiled as she spotted Constantin. She could not help but hear Vlad speaking before she even entered. His voice carried, as it should. [color=a187be]"Nearly,"[/color] she said as she rested a hand on Constantins shoulder, giving him a caring look before stepping passed him and stepped towards the center of those gathered. Not everyone was performing tonight. Only the best the circus had to offer, which was many indeed nonetheless. Constantin and his family were among them, as well as those with the Alexandrov name - father and sons. Others were there and the Grand Duchess carried herself to the center of them all before stopping. 

	[color=a187be]"We will begin shortly. Viktor, remember, solemn to begin. It is most important to build. Ve vill not get a another chance to make this impression,"[/color] she said. She had said it before but she needed to restate it. This was nothing like they had ever done before even for a show. This was not one act right after the other. This was every act, every skill, being presented at once, crossing over each other. She had spent a year working with them to choreograph it. The entire skill set, the entire circus pushed into one short program that was last all of four minutes and nine seconds...

	[color=a187be]"Ve vill make Izolde proud tonight,"[/color] Elizaveta said softly as she looked over towards Vlad. The song they were performing was hers. She had sung it, she had used it as a rally cry for the circus, she had taught it to Veta but the Grand Duchess had always refused to use it in a performance. It was too raw, too close to the heart. Tonight they would perform, she would sing, many would sing. They would be heard tonight. 

	Turning she faced them, slowly, looking at each of them before she spoke. [color=a187be]"Сегодня мы выступаем. Не для мира. Не для толпы. Мы сделаем для себя. Чтобы доказать тем, кто говорит, что мы не принадлежим к тому, что делаем. Они сделают нам место за столом, или мы построим собственный, большой, сильный, гордый, более русский! Это то, кем мы должны быть! Сегодня мы покажем им, кого они так долго отказывали. Мы покажем им ошибку их путей. Мы покажем им свет. Мы сильны. Мы - Цирк. Мы - Россия!"[/color] She spoke not as their future Czarina, not as the Grand Duchess. She spoke with all the dramatics, the stage presence, and the flair of the Circus. Her shoulders back, her hands out, her head held high. She was as much Circus as she was Royalty, perhaps, in that moment, even more so. With that she nodded towards Viktor, it was time for the introduction.

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Tonight we perform. Not for the world. Not for the crowds. We will perform for ourselves. To prove to those that say we do not belong at the table that we do. They will make a place for us at the table or we will build our own, greater, stronger, prouder, more Russian! This is who we are meant to be! Tonight we will show them just who they have denied for so long. We will show them the error of their ways. We will show them the light. We are strong. We are Circus. We are Russia! 
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