[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0c0c0][i][b]Sister Mary Ignatia Hale[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]
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[sub][color=c0c0c0]"A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, “You are mad; you are not like us." -St. Anthony the Great[/color][/sub]
[hr][color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) [/center][hr][hr]

		Virginia had clearly asked Mary if she was ready to "meet the normals", to which she had responded cheerfully to the affirmative. But sitting in the presence of these people, she had no idea what to make of them. The Graveolase, or the ones who were the more vocal, at any rate, most assuredly did not appear to fit into the standard of the English Ton, nor any other collection of moneyed and titled persons of influence. Mary could see that there was indeed a pressing air of politic around these people, be it unlike her experience with the Papal Court or the nobility of the British Empire. It wasn't as clear to see what motivated these people, though in fairness they had just met. 

	Then, of course, Ludwig happened. He happened in such a way as to provoke responses from most of the Graveolase in attendance, giving Mary a better idea of who they were and what they were about. It was just the tiniest glimpse, but it was something. Two of them saw fit to introduce themselves as the happening commenced, one seemingly for the appointment of Ludwig's delegation. Though if there was a full organization of people like him, and [i]he[/i] was selected to act on their behalf, this must be a very interesting delegation indeed. The one against his entry had introduced herself first, followed by the highly informal salutations of the representative from Scandinavia. Mary remained as serene of visage as possible, considering the act put before her at that time conflicting with her need to maintain manner and propriety in this highly important event. [color=c0c0c0]"Madame Del'ataunt, Master Bjorn,"[/color] she began, unsure of proper titles in this instance, [color=c0c0c0]"it is an honor to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my unfamiliarity with the formalities of the Graveolase; is this..."[/color] she motioned to the increasingly laughable but highly impressive antics of Ludwig Zimmer, [color=c0c0c0]"...a common occurrence with the Council?"[/color] 

	The odd festivities provided by the lone German were more than enough to impress Mary. Considering that he was insisting upon an audience with her, she could only surmise that it was intended for that purpose. That was, until he actually got in front of her and performed a single action involving a "Magic Bean". Apparently, [i]that[/i] was supposed to be the entire demonstration, not every other working of Trained skill which preceded. Of particular interest to Mary was the full body transformation that came with him turning into a fairy; riding the ferret was just icing on the cake for showmanship, intended or not. 

	Then the guards tackled him to the ground. Amid struggle and the odd utterings in German, Mary voiced her agreement with Akechi Lee Ko, [color=c0c0c0]"Yes, do let him up. I would hear more from this man."[/color] Though now, Mary regretted not learning more in the way of the German language when she took training with the Swiss Guard. 


[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 sound of Izolde's name struck a chord with Vladimir. Tears wet his eyes, threatening to spill onto his cheeks below. He needed to use every ounce of his Russian-ness and utter masculinity to rein in his emotions as they were a powerful force of nature, not unlike a thunderstorm or stampede; infinitely more difficult to control than to let loose. [color=firebrick]"Da. Ve vill make our Izolde proud tonight."[/color] His voice was tinged with melancholy, but also with pride. [color=firebrick]"Iz all for her. Ve vill put on show so grand, Line ov Great Bazhooli back to beginning vill notice."[/color] 

	 Elizaveta's words even reminded Vladimir of his late love, Izolde. Her inflection, even the subtle nuances of her hands as she spoke. She had taught the young Grand Duchess much, and after years of raising Veta from a child to a grown, powerful woman, it was only natural for there to be similarities. More than ever, Vladimir knew that this was his daughter, in spirit if not by blood. 

	The Ringmaster, Viktor, was similarly moved. He spent the next few seconds clapping and wiping tears from his eyes, having witnessed two short but very moving speeches. Then he remembered that he had a job to do. Just as they had practiced for months and months. Standard introduction, start out slow, build. The Mamushka plays the center role, all other acts operate in tandem, and the skills of Rusyn Training demonstrated throughout. Without saying a word, Viktor dabbed his face with a handkerchief, cleared his throat, and walked as tall and proudly as he could toward the event site. The Show Must Go On.