[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/bHOaSRGSubQTm/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
Breaking the habit and melting the chains
Embracing the fear, chasing the fight

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JsR85brXkQ][color=556B2F]- [I]"Point of No Return" by Starset[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Main Tent
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Thalken's dark eyed gaze turned to Ludwig as the lanky man bobbed, buckled, and stumbled over to him. It was hard to initially decipher what his thoughts were on whom he assumed was the proclaimed Master Zimmer. His whole body remained tense, though he kept his facial expression purposefully blank in an attempt to hide how vulnerable he felt. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he could basically feel everyone's eyes on him like unrelenting knives, and then, of course, there was the matter of the armed guards circled around him, which only served to further unsettle him. He was holding himself together, but only by a thread.

	One thing was for sure, if Ludwig truly wished to cheer Thalken up, he really needed to reevaluate his methods. Because while some would probably look on at the spectacle that was Ludwig in shock, bewilderment, or maybe even concern, the mad man that was Thalken was only getting madder. His eyes narrowed dangerously. [i]What. The. Hell.[/i] he thought irritably. [i]Is this some kind of sick joke? Do they think this is just some kind of game to me?![/i] His hands, which were still clenched into fists at his sides, began to shake. His increasingly tense and shaking form only made it seem as if there was an internal struggle warring inside him, but that's because there was. 

	Holding onto a mere sliver of his sanity at this point, Thalken was about to let rip some potentially nasty words when The Great Bazhooli's voice penetrated his haze. His gaze swung over to openly glare at the imposing man. [color=556B2F]"WHAT?!"[/color] he spat. His gaze then went down to the outstretched cup of alcohol, and some of the air, and with it his anger, whooshed out of him. Oddly enough, he wasn't usually the type to drink, as he preferred to keep his wits about him at all times. However, right now, a drink couldn't have come at a better time. He needed to take off some of his edge, and he could most certainly use some liquid courage right now. 

	With a sigh, he took the drink from Vladimir. He then quickly took a potentially larger gulp of the potent liquor than he should have. He sputtered, barely managing to get it all down, as it quickly burned a path down his esophagus and into his stomach. [I]God damn, that's strong.[/I] he thought with a grimace. He glanced around as he got his coughing under control. Upon remembering again why he was here, he gladly took another generous gulp of the alcohol. Soon after, he took the wrapped food that Vladimir handed to him but didn't speak until he was certain he could keep his alcohol down. [color=556B2F]"I-I'm not here to play games,"[/color] he finally exclaimed as he once again found his voice. [color=556B2F]"I am here to--make amends, if that's even possible."[/color]