[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): Main Entrance
[color=firebrick][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive) [/center][hr]

	The Great Bazhooli cocked his head to the side slightly, eyes narrowing to view the would-be guest of the Circus. Something in the way the man responded to the assertions of himself and the guards, if only a brief syllable or two in nature, gave Vladimir the impression that something was misunderstood or lost in translation. English was a second language for him. Technically a fourth language; English was as commonly spoken in Europe and all the many places worldwide they colonized and/or had beneficial trade agreements as Russian was spoken in Eastern Europe and Asia. It made sense to master the language. Maybe next he would have to attempt to learn Mandarin... but that was a thought for a later day. 

	Mastered English he had not; though he had become more of less fluent in recent years. It was necessary to do so, considering that it seemed to be the common language of the Graveolase, the powerful organization of which they desperately desired admittance. And the meeting in London? However could he win the crowds, or communicate [i]just enough[/i] to seem darkly mysterious, or purchase local delicacies from London street vendors to get a feel of the flavor of the country (where everything was boiled or battered within an inch of its life and fried in lard)? 

	Nonethless, he continued his course of action undaunted. [color=firebrick]"Guards have gone to give message of vant to meeting Lady Crypt. Maybe ve can send messenger to your home vhen she has response, da?"[/color] He raised his eyebrows in a manner that inferred an unspoken suggestion, paused for a second, then continued. [color=firebrick]"So much as it vas unspeakable pleasure speaking vith you again [i]Mr. Talink[/i], I am having to handle many things this night. And is celebration. For safety, please do not intrude upon sanctity of Circus grounds or Tent City. Is home for people. Do not like uninvited in home, da?"[/color] He removed his very tall hat and gave a sweeping bow, intoning a pleasant, even chipper sounding, [color=firebrick]"If vill excuse me, I must return to business! Have pleasant evening, Mr. Talink."[/color] The last sentence rolled off of his tongue in low, gravelly voice with just a hint of humor. 

	Turning, The Great Bazhooli began to step lively back toward the festivities. As he passed the guards, he issued a quick command of, [color=firebrick]"Следи за ним. Ты знаешь что делать."[/color][sub]1[/sub] 

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1	=	"Keep your eyes on him. You know what to do."

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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]"In that renewal there is no longer Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave and free; but Christ is all and in all."[/color][/sub]
[hr][color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park): Big Top [/center][hr][hr]

	Finally hearing from the Chinese representative on the matter of the immense drama that just got set upon the laps of all those present, Mary could not help but turn his attention to him, if ever so briefly, just to marvel at the excuse that he had made for his obviously prejudicial opinion of the Russians. Yes, there was a flaw in the armor of the Russians' skills, or at least for those who trained to receive visions. So far, she hadn't seen one of those visions affect someone in the middle of massive concentration, practicing their crafts, or during the act itself. She might be wrong, though. It would be very inconvenient for a tightrope walker or knife thrower to be suddenly stricken with a vision while someone's life were on the line. But it was still an excuse. One at which Mary shook her head and promptly gave zero continued attention. 

	She did take to note that there was no discussion about the other social explosion she had detonated within the conversation. Noe at all. Did this mean that they were all amenable to the concept of allowing women of Training to have rights of Succession and Inheritance, or that she was being ignored like a quietly petulant child? As it stood, she could not immediately take the benefits of this; Mary was an Apostolic as well as a Knight of the Papacy. It meant that she would have to ask permission to attain title or secular property not offered by the Church, in addition to many other things. But it would make life better for so many other people while increasing the ranks of the Graveolase significantly. 

	More important matters were forthcoming that night, however, and she did have an appointment to keep. [color=c0c0c0]"I have spoken my peace on these matters, Honored Lords and Ladies. So long as I am the Arch Graveolase, our efforts will be to humanity and not jockeying for better position. We will entertain and support new ideas from new sources that will help in this mission. We will return to the fundamental reasons for the existence of the Graveolase. And if I may risk accusation for appropriating favor, the show that the Russian delegation was gracious enough to prepare for us was well worth the journey."[/color] 

	Mary stepped down from the stands and away from the other members of the Graveolase, her polearm tap tap tapping her steps until she made it to the ground. [color=c0c0c0]"I agree,"[/color] she said, addressing Elizaveta, Virginia, Ludwig, and everyone else who wasn't part of the Graveolase, [color=c0c0c0]"we need to remain friends, no matter what else happens within our spheres of politic. I will likewise come to the aid of the Grand Duchess Elizaveta Romanova. And I am open to alliance."[/color] 

	[color=c0c0c0]"These are the decisions of the Arch Graveolase. For good or ill, that is what I am now. Grand Duchess, Lady Crypt, shall we speak now, privately?"[/color]