[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/bafe4c13feabe5bacbec42e6df398537/tumblr_inline_ni5h1koBRY1s0wd2z.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Chair, Main Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries[/center][hr]
	Another child, one just as fair as his sister. So pale, like dolls they were. Do you play with dolls? Not these dolls. No, some dolls were not meant for posing and dressing up. Some were meant for pins and needles and poisons and knives and more. yet you did not stick these dolls, no, these dolls stuck back. Yes, he would bet his bottom pound that if one were to stick these dolls that they would stick back. Seemed this doll wished him to stick another for her. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Oh no, I couldn't. I don't stick pins. I write with them,"[/color] Ludwig said. His face squished up and his head shook as he fidgeted with his quill. Running the feather under his jaw as it went agape. Yes, write, draw, teach. Oh yes, Adam. First, comes before Eve. Before the eve. The evening, the night. The darkness. Death came at night, under the pale moonlight. So many wolves in the night, howling at the moon. Throats ripped. Offered under the pale moon light. At least that was what she said to all the boys. 

	The still woman stood still still. Her eyes, so dark, darker than the night, darker than pitch. [color=silver]"Later my dear, in another place. For now, continue with the plans. We will meet again,"[/color] she said as her fingers laced before her breast. Like a statue, almost like stone. Yet stone did not move but she moved then. Or did she? It was hard to tell but she was gone. Not really but yes. Wasn't she? How did it get so foggy in here? Must be the smoke, yes. Many lights are burning and fires were made. Walkers of fires under closed floors. 
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/96429515c1cb29b0a9c8df776bd35db9/tumblr_inline_o7zndnuPku1qgrm3t_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ladies Room -> Corridor, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
[b]Skills:[/b] Class Knowledge (Peer), Court Etiquette, House[/center][hr]
	The woman was there, unescorted? She had never heard of such of thing. Okay, maybe she had but only in her dreams. Being able to attend an event of ones own free will, alone, without worry of an escort or anything else for that matter. Yet it was nothing but a dream. Something that would never happen. At least not for herself. No, it couldn't. She was too bound by the expectations of a society that dominated everything she did. From what she wore, to how she carried herself. She was on the fringe enough being a bluestocking, and while that was something she could live with, complete and utter scandal was something she could not afford. Especially not now. 

	So, she was stuck in this nightmare in hopes that it would never bleed from her life to the life of her sisters. It was odd, being caught in a moment of time where you wished you could rush  and cause the clocks to tick faster and bring the next day quicker but also knowing that it would be just as good and bad to freeze time and remain in that one moment forever, or to even rewind it. Her past, her present, and her future all seemed to be woven into a tapestry of pain currently and she could see no light anymore, save the one she flicker that at least the darkness of her life did not shadow the light of anothers. 

	Forcing a bit a smile, which felt like it would crack her face, Millicent nodded. [color=0072bc]"Oh yes, Lord Rutherford should be around,"[/color] she said in a tense voice as she left the room and started walking slowly down the corridor. Even saying his name made her tongue feel like was burning in acid. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gplyIpm81rpswil.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Main Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Diplomacy[/center][hr]
	"Well damn! Now that was a show!" Bjorn said as he clapped his hands. It was indeed. It could be seen by several members of the council that they were more than impressed while others were almost foaming at the mouth. The Russians joining the council was not something they liked, not one bit. 

	"Yes, all very educational but still I do not believe enough to be a member of the council," Christine said as she remained seated in her chair. 

	"Well why the hell not?" Bjorn asked as he turned his attention to her as she skulked. 	
	
	"Other than they keep in hiding? That they will only train within the circus? That some of their powers stacked on ours and over decades could create a true power struggle outside of the Soulless? Shall I go on?" she snipped. It was obvious she had given this speech more than once in her life. 

	Elizaveta took a calming breath as she watched Belladonna seem to vanish and a thick fog start to clear the tent quickly. She sighed to herself but kept it to herself. They had more pressing matter to attend to and they had to get moving now. The show was over, it was time for a decision. She gave a knowing look to both Virginia and to Mary. They had plans to save another and they had to get moving. As soon as a decision was made. 

	[color=a187be]"Have we proven ourselves worthy to have a seat at your table or shall we forge our own?"[/color] Elizaveta said calmly as she took a few steps forward and laced her finger in front of her breast before holding perfectly still.