[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9e0b0f][b]Российский императорский цирк[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[center][color=9e0b0f][b](Russian Imperial Circus)[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

	Back at the main gate to the Tent City, the guards were becoming mildly annoyed. It was understandable that someone would want to join in the festivities and merriment of the Russian Imperial Circus, but they were under orders. Specific ones. Two of them, in fact. They were not military, at least not in the traditional sense. But every man, woman, and child present at the Circus considered one another family, and each of them were selected for this journey because of their immense skill, loyalty, and their ability to operate in an English speaking environment (as a secondary feature, but important nonetheless). Not traditional military, but most assuredly on a mission. A single insistent man was not going to make them falter in their duties, especially not this night. 

	One guard looked to the other, then called out to a third a little farther in the confines of the wood and canvas village, "Здесь есть человек, с именем [i]Таlink[/i]. Разве это не имя Великий Бажули?[sub]1[/sub]" 

	The man responded with a nod and studied over Thalken asnif to memorize detal. He inquired, "Китайская сабля?[sub]2[/sub]" Followed by a simple response of "Da!", this time from the other guard at the entrance. He kept his eyes on the strange man, his arms held crossed in front of him. The man farther in took the opportunity to jog off, back farther into the collection of temporary residences. 

	The first guard returned his gaze back to the man requesting entry, and with a polite smile, "Sorry. Am not knowing a Lady Crypt, but is not matter. Closed show tonight. No admittance. Peoples who should be in are in. Please come back tomorrow, big show. Can sell ticket, iv you are vanting. Iv not, have good night, sir." 


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1	=	There is a man here with the name of Talink. Isn't that the name The Great Bazhooli told us?
2	=	Chinese saber?
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[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]

        It was no surprise that all of these people knew each other. That was to be expected. What was not as expected was the camaraderie between them, as if they were old friends. Mary felt doubly the outsider among them. This was not what she was trained to do. She doubted that any one of the people responsible for making her into... Well, [i]her[/i] had given any thought that something like this might ever happen. Yet here she was, sitting among some of the most powerful people in Creation. And they looked like old friends discussing trivial matters. 

        Admittedly, the representative from Germany was a little [i]off[/i]. Moreover, she knew nothing about their organization or even if they possessed the capacity to organize at all. It was an impressive set of abilities. Sadly, she could only wonder what role they played in the overall mission of protecting Humanity or ending the Soulless threat. Mary wished to be inclusive, but ability without purpose made her lean away from approving Ludwig's admittance into the Graveolase. 

        Then something odd happened. Virginia seemed to favor the man, no surprise there. He was unique and appeared to know something about her people. No, what surprised her was the ease with which Adam took to him, and in a manner that was very familiar. As if family, one could say. It raised an immediate alarm with Mary. She settled back into her seat, but kept a protective eye on her little charge. Until papers were signed and Mary had given an official approval, Adam was still her responsibility. All the same, her friend and her ward, both, gave immediate approval of this man. Perhaps she should not be so hasty.