[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] Library, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
[b]Skills:[/b] Class Knowledge (Peer), Court Etiquette, House[/center][hr]
	"Ahh, I am sure many believe it even if they do not have the constitution to voice it among their own peers. I find that courage to speak ones mind becomes absent in public for so many do you not?" Rutherford say as he led the women from the library and down the hallway towards the main dinning room. 

	The table was long, seating nearly 100 with ease. All splendidly laid out in true London fashion with the servants posted through out to help the ladies if need be. As they entered they were approached by the host himself. "My my, Lord Rutherford, you enter my second home with one beautiful woman on your arm and now, having been here less than a full evening, I see you have found another stunning one in which to decorate your arm with. How do you do it?"

	"Ha, Thomas, careful. These women are not your typical wall flowers. Please let me introduce you. You have already met my dear fiance Millicent but this exotic flower is the Lady Colette de La Fontaine, gracing us with her presence from France. Lady Fontaine, please let me introduce you to Lord Thomas Egerton, the second Earl of Wilton," Rutherford said as he stood there. 

	Millicent wasn't sure what to make of the situation. Wait, yes she was. Rutherford was charming, and handsome, and he knew how to play the crowd. Thomas she was not sure of, she didn't know him well, yet Rutherford she felt she knew him far more than she ever wished to. She hoped that Colette would be able to see through the ruse at one point. This man was not what he seemed. 

	"My, it is a pleasure. I had hoped you would attend though I must admit I did not believe you would grace us with your presence. Please, do join Lord Rutherford and I, along with Miss Wyndham," Thomas said offering his arm to take Colette off Rutherfords hands. "We have seating just this way for all of us if you would." 

[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] Her Private Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Diplomacy[/center][hr]
	Letting the tent flap close quickly behind her, she made sure it was shut before moving deeper within the tent. She looked nothing like the Grand Duchess had earlier, dressed in garb far more fitting for her adoptive mother before she had passed than the future Czarina of Russia. Yet she carried herself the same nonetheless and it was hard to tell when she was moving over than the gliding fact she was in one place and then another. Glancing over towards Mary she nodded to Virginias words. [color=a187be]"I believe that Master Zimmer vill do nicely right nov. He is very different but there seems to be method to his madness, one I intend to get to knov better. Vhen the time comes. Yet as ve knov, time is short and ve must make a move. Nov is that time,"[/color] she said as Sister Sophia came to the tent and announced herself. 

	Elizaveta gave a look that spoke volumes, one that said keep quiet for now. "Here are the papers you wanted." The sisters voice was stern and the look on her own face spoke volumes. She did not approve of the show nor the manner of dress of the grand duchess right then. Elizaveta paid her glare no mind as she took the papers from her, thanked her promptly and showed her to the door. Assuring the woman that she was in good hands with Mary and Virginia at her side to help her change and that she wished to rest without worry for a time. It took a moment of back and forth in Russian but eventually the other sister left the tent and the trio alone once again. 

	Turning towards Virginia, Elizaveta handed over the papers so that the Circus could take over care of James. It was very standard, there was nothing out of place, and nothing they hadn't agreed to. He would be protected, raised, and trained in the Circus. His skills would be evaluated but he would be able to chose which he preferred. If he chose an animal skill, one would be chosen and it would be provided by he circus and trained alongside him. He would also be trained in an act and perform with the Circus until his eighteenth birthday at which time he could chose to remain or to leave. 

	[color=a187be]"I fear for her as well. I must ask, how are your riding skills ladies? We will need to be like the wind and while I know my own abilities with Myska, yours I am unaware of,"[/color] she said as she stood there and glanced around. [color=a187be]"I do not believe either of your attire, or mine for that matter will work. That I can fix,"[/color] she said before making her way to a trunk and pulling a key out that was near by. 

[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] Food Table, 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]
	Food, to quench the churning and bubbling that was held within the trapping of skin. A battle without a target, pitting force against itself until from above something new slid down and fell into the pit of despair. Then and only then could attentions be turned, attacking and blinding with acid to flow over and take down in the tilde wave of gastric juices. The meat could fight it but in the end it would be enveloped. Glub glub glub. A valiant death and one that would stem the tides of hunger pains for a few hours, providing the world within the body needed respite from the carnage that was nearly constant within. 

	Yet on the outside, such valantry was often over looked. Especially when one was speaking of pirates. Or anything else that clamored through Ludwigs mind. Sitting down in a chair, half hunched over his plate and picking at his food, sucking and biting as his face sunk and rose, watching the boys, watching the food, watching the flames flicker from the gas lights. [color=fdc68a]"Down the rabbit hole, go and ho. Through the maelstrom. Wet, splash, mists of salt sticking to the skin, drying pale white, yes, pressed to paper to remember as it pulls life from your flesh."[/color] He spoke as he ate a small chicken leg, pulling the meat between his teeth, sucking it in and chewing as he spoke. Arms would fail from time to time but who was he speaking to, one couldn't tell. Was he speaking to himself, to another, to the boys, to a voice in in his mind?

	[color=fdc68a]"Dark waters, depths of the souls, so deep they go. Walk to the bottom and out the hole on the other side. Grinning, keep grinning. To the left or to the right, in the dark or in the light, we grin. At a beheading or at low tea we grin. Never stop grinning, a pipe, oh who the smoke rises from the blue, the deep blues and the blacks of night. The belles toll and the peacokes caw. Parrots, oh polly want a cracker? To the trees, to the houses, up again. How swiss, how cheese, how coconut. Tigers and dragons, white and red, roses and paint. In the reflection you will see them, they are coming for you, you are coming for them. Shatter in the minds eye, shatter the glass, down the rabbit hole, take a pill. Alter the mind, fix the mind, in such colors of red or blue, or perhaps green. No, shimmering anymore, just glow."[/color]