[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/50df1c0d-69fc-4860-b8d6-1ccae6477d10.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]You're the pulse in my veins. You're the war that I wage.
Can you change me? From the monster you made me?

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NID8mKimVk][color=556B2F]- [I]"Monster" by Starset[/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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	Thalken stopped his pacing midstride when The Great Bazhooli's voice rang out loud and clear. He then stiffly and gloweringly pivoted on his heels to face the imposing man. His eyes narrowed, eyeing in particular the large knife in Vlad's hand, as the man continued on. His intense gaze suddenly snapped up to meet Vlad's upon hearing this new proposition of sorts. Perhaps he should have felt relieved, grateful even, that he would be granted an audience after all, considering his previous doubts; however, he was feeling anything but that. He was left with more questions than answers and was ultimately filled with more cynicism than idealism. 

	Though he could not proclaim to be socially adept, he certainly wasn't ignorant. The stories were changing. First, it was said that he would get an audience with the Lady Crypt. Now, it was simply with a [I]representative[/I]. And when the hell did the Grand Duchess have any part in this?! God dammit. In the end, Thalken felt that he couldn't fully trust a man who couldn't keep to his word. Ironic, I know. Nonetheless, what choice did he have? This was perhaps his last chance to make amends. It was the point of no return. 

	Thalken's muscles tensed up slightly when he was told to hand over [I]all[/I] of his weapons. It wasn't surprisingly really, but nonetheless, it made his skin crawl and his hackles instinctively raise. His dark eyed gaze turned to look almost menacingly at the guard. His jaw clenched, and it seemingly took more effort than was realistically necessary to start removing his precious weapons. [color=556B2F]"Don't you dare lose my stuff, [I]Bob[/I],"[/color] he growled as he started disarming himself. He removed his single shot pistol first and roughly shoved it into the guard's hands. He then removed his sheathed Dao from his belt and more reluctantly handed that over. He finally pushed back his overcoat slightly and bent down to remove the sheath containing his throwing knives that was attached to his left thigh. He then promptly straightened back up and shoved that into the guard's hands as well before turning back to Vladimir. 

	[color=556B2F]"Ready when you are,"[/color] he exclaimed gruffly as he trained his features to something more neutral in an effort mask his growing anxiety.