[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3ohs7WfS4BPlB17fEs/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]I walk alone, beside myself, nowhere to go
My flesh and bone, this part of me, the seeds I've sown

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-CWpzvU9bw][color=556B2F]- [I]"Flesh and Bone" by Black Math[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Gate to the Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	So, Thalken sat there, cross-legged on the damp, filthy ground. As time ticked on, he had blocked out the ramblings of the guards nearby. Mental, and possibly physical, exhaustion coupled with a sense of resignation was slowly setting in, and it etched away at his once stern façade, to reveal a rare glimpse of the raw, broken man that he was underneath. That was if one was even willing to take the time to notice. Doubtful. Left to his own devices, his mind began to wonder. To what you ask? To why the hell he had decided to come here in the first place. Nothing was going as he had expected. He couldn't even get through the damn gate. He wanted to be a better man, but thus far being better sucked. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. He honestly didn't care anymore that he was leaving himself in a vulnerable position. He had little left to live for anyways. And yet, if he was to die tonight, he wanted to do it after saying his piece to the Lady Crypt. At least let him leave this world with a clearer conscience. That's all he asked. 

	Thalken looked up when he heard movement nearby and a new voice came to his ears. His dark eyed gaze landed on this newcomer, a man he recognized as the stranger that had been talking to his sister last night at Almack's. His lips thinned slightly as he eyed the barrage of weapons openly displayed on The Great Bazhooli's person, yet this time he made no move to go for his own weapons. He didn't see the point of it anymore. Besides, he wasn't here to fight. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled him out of his momentary haze. From where he still remained seated, he looked up at the imposing man that was The Great Bazhooli. He didn't really see the point in getting up either when he would probably just be told to wait [I]again[/I]. Besides, he seemed less threatening this way, right? Maybe. Or, maybe, he just looked more like a fool. Take your pick.

	Thalken arched a brow questioningly before The Great Bazhooli finally began to speak. [I]And?[/I] he thought when the man stated that he recognized Thalken. Yet his eyes darkened slightly at his next statement. He then let out a small sigh and looked away. [I]You and me both,[/I] he thought. [I]But people change.[/I] He wasn't naïve enough to think that his father would ever change, but he had to believe that he could, that [I]he had changed[/I]. If he couldn't even believe that he himself could do that, then what would be the point of all this? He looked back over at The Great Bazhooli as the man announced the same words he kept hearing out of the mouths of the guards time and time again. He wasn't welcome inside. He would have to just wait. His jaw clenched.

	[color=556B2F]"Fine,"[/color] he finally stated simply in reply. But even as the words left his lips, he felt that there was still more that he needed to say. His brows furrowed slightly, and his jaw clenched and unclenched as he struggled to find the right words, let alone the courage to say them. [color=556B2F]"J-just--"[/color] he struggled to begin before growing in his resolve. [color=556B2F]"Just let the Lady Crypt know that I am here. I wish to say my piece, and then she can decide my fate from there."[/color]