[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/002fb1b10392819e6f1bd5fb59e168a3/tumblr_inline_ni5hbmXNSt1s0wd2z.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dirt, 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, [/center][hr]
	[color=fdc68a]"Virginia... Mia'Bella."[/color]

	Bjorn leapt over the partition between the stands and the ring, stepping forward as he flexed his fingers. He was still grinning from ear to ear but there was a different look in his eyes. "When Ludwig is about there is nothing normal," Christine muttered as she stood there and crossed her arms over her chest. "But to more directly answer your question mon petit cheri, no. We only accept applications to the council once every three years from a representation. It just so happens that Russias came up today, Germanies is a year over due. We had hoped that they had finally given up."

	"Perhaps you had but I am firmly behind Russia being welcomed to the table," Lee Ko said as she shot a sideways glance to Christine. 

	"As am I, I just will not give support for Germany," Christine clarified. 

	Ludwig lay there, staring frozen at Virginia. He seemed to have stilled in the moment even as Bjorn stepped over. The Russians stepping back from him as the Viking came over. They couldn't tell if he was as mad as the man that they had just tackled but the joyous look in his eyes and the smile plastered on his features was more than a little disturbing right then. "Ludwig, it's Bjorn," he said as he held his hand out to the man. The Russians stayed close they were not sure it was a good time to step away. They didn't know any of these people and their Grand Duchess was within the tent city. 

	[i]Greetings and Salutations,

		I am the little voice in Ludwigs mind. I'm not the only one, heavens it is crowded in here, but I am that small piece of sanity that he has. I am actually much larger than one might believe but because of so many others little shards of insanity running around here like drunken toddles it can be very difficult for me to be heard the majority of the time. I used to try to make myself known a lot more but I have found over the years it is best to pick my battles. Trying to be seen every time Ludwig acts or speaks is tantamount to trying to nail orange marmalade to the wall, a rather futile endeavor wouldn't you agree? I hope so otherwise making myself known at this time is rather pointless. 

	I suspect you are asking why now. Ludwig is a dear chap and well meaning. He normally isn't this far to the left but you have to understand that certain situations can make him worse. Too much on his shoulders, too many sights, new sounds, new people. Over stimulation is what I believe would be the best way to describe it. Like throwing a royal scandal into the middle of the season. It is a situation that is just waiting to explode. I really do not want Ludwig crossing the line from eccentric to certifiable. Would be a shame. Me shushing the rest of the group is a pause moment in his brain to reset as it were. 

	Just a few moments while he is restrained to still his mind along with his body. Thankfully he seems to have something to focus on. I can see why, she does have a striking similarity to the name sake. It is rather remarkable. The features are strong. Couldn't have come at a more opportune moment because I dare say, another without and we may have seen just how truly tilted he could have been. Enough time should have passed, I will leave you now. Do not worry, I am always here it is just time to let the kids out to play again before they revolt. Toodles my dears, I will speak to you again one day.[/i]

	Blink one, blink two. [color=fdc68a]"Master Joyous!"[/color] Ludwig exclaimed as he lifted his head from the dirt and reached out. Taking the hand that was offered him he got to his feet and dusted himself off. [color=fdc68a]"Wonderful to see you."[/color] Yes, it was wonderful. A joyous person, not a mad person greeting him. It did him good. His nose wrinkled and noted there was no wire on the bridge. A buckling of his knees and his neck rolled this way and that. Seeking the glasses that had fallen from his face when he was knocked to the ground. Spotting them he snatched him up as his arms swung like a windmill before placing them back on, hooking the curls around the back of his ears. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Um..."[/color] slowly lowering his hands from his ears he glanced around and noted the rest of the attending Council there. [color=fdc68a]"How'd I do?"[/color] he asked nervously as he adjusted the strap on his bag and Dieter, his ferret not his brother, jumped from Bjorns shoulders over to his master, curling up around his neck. His brows rising dramatically as his eyes widened, as if stretching the muscles before his face went slack again and he bit his bottom lip. 

	"I think you did splendidly," Bjorn assured him as he wrapped an arm around the mans shoulders and walked him over to the Council proper. "Though I don't think Christine was very impressed."

	[color=fdc68a]"Pftpht,"[/color] Luwdig blew a raspberry with his lips and rolled his eyes. He din't bother to hide how he felt. He didn't know how. [color=fdc68a]"Those swamp rats she stews had gnawed her brains."[/color]

	"Is that so?" Christine said offended. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Yes,"[/color] Ludwig said and grinning as if what he had said should have caused no issue what so ever. Bjorn could only laugh as he lead Ludwig to the seat next to where he had been seated, placing him squarely between himself and Virginia. Looking over at Virginia he grinned ear to ear. [color=fdc68a]"Hello, you are very pale. Condition or Crypt?"[/color] he asked as he pulled his notebook out of his satchel.

	"Sorry to interrupt but I have to get with the reset of the Circus, we are about to begin, can I leave the boys with you?" Petrov came over and asked. Adam and James were still riding Myska as if he was a horse built just for him. They had been in the back of the tent watching as everything went down. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Oh, has to be Crypt! Lord Pale, Lady Pale. Yes! Crypt! I called it!"[/color] Ludwig said proudly. Adam slipped off of Myska and wandered over towards Ludwig looking him over a minute. Ludwig in turn looked right back. [color=fdc68a]"Oh oh! Yes, you sit!"[/color] he exclaimed and Adam crawled right into Ludwigs lap. 

	"Looks like we have them, go finish getting ready," Lee Ko said and Petrov nodded as he lifted James off Myska and set him down to go to his sister before turning. He and Myska, along with the Russians that had tackled Ludwig were off. The show was starting in mere moments. 

	At the front gate - (Please hold, a Sigil is loading....)

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/ab6684b3dd6a151037bdcdce34671f7f/tumblr_inline_o7znynsUrv1qgrm3t_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]
	A brow rose slightly at the mention that this woman trained in China as well, yet she did not mention the fact that Millicent had spoken in the language earlier. Perhaps she learned Cantonese instead of the Mandarin that Millicent had spoken earlier. Or perhaps she had been trying to not intrude. Either way, it really did not matter much to Millicent, it was nice to see another woman who had chosen to train there. There were not many in London and even those that had did not associate with Millicent often. One had but they were not close. At least not in a traditional sense. 

	[color=0072bc]"That is rare to hear but I am glad that you do, it is nice to know that I am not alone."[/color] It was true what she spoke. She did not like being the only woman who had trained in China that she knew. That wasn't exactly true. She had known women in the past but they, once again, did not associate with the Wyndhams. If only her sister had been allowed to train, perhaps she would be alive now instead of being carriaged across England to their country home to be buried. The thought struck at the heart of Millicent and reminded her why she was going through all of this. To ensure that her only remaining sister did not have to face the same fate. 

	That thought reminded her that she shouldn't speak of it, of what happened. Not that she would be the first woman to endure it but it was not something that was spoken of and if wind got out before the wedding it could make things so much worse. No, she would just have to be be calm and carry on. Smiling kindly but weakly she finally responded to the rest. [color=0072bc]"Oh is nothing. I was at Almacks yesterday, there was an attack. Thankfully I still draw breath,"[/color] she said. She did not mention Rutherford though or that the majorty of her wounds were caused by him after the attack. That part could be conveniently left out and the attack could provide as cover for why she looked so battered. Lowering her head she sighed. [color=0072bc]"I lost a younger sister in the attack."[/color] That much she could admit to.