[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] Conservatory, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
[b]Skills:[/b] Sketching[/center][hr]
	The questions that Colette posed caused Millicent to come to a still point as she held the charcoal in her hands. Never having considered Rutherford she had no idea just where he enjoyed being or if he would remain in London. It was something that had not even crossed her mind. Yet the question was out there now and she had to ponder it, at least to be able to answer it on some level. She barely knew the man other than the rumors that swirled around him and she only knew those because her sisters, well sister now, was such a gossip monger. Granted, the last twenty four hours she had spent with the man had opened her eyes and let her feel that he was far worse than any rumor that followed him. 

	Thinking on it, she took into account the fact she would have to wed him and her fathers holdings. They would come into his control because of the laws in the land. If her fathers company was what he was after it would mean he would have to remain in England and more than that, London itself. Yet if he were to sell it, she had no idea where they would end up. He was though a peer in England so he would most likely remain but she had heard his family had lands in Scotland as well. Would she ever see her family again? She didn't know. 

	Blinking she came out of her thoughts and looked over to Colette for a moment, as if studying her before looking back down at her pad and continuing to sketch. [color=0072bc]"Once we are wed I am not sure but I would assume that we are to remain in England, and spending a high amount of time in London because of my fathers shipping company. Richard will most likely want to have a hands on account of business. Whether I will be with him or in the country I am not sure. It wasn't something we discussed when we became engaged,"[/color] she answered honestly. Granted she left out the part that she would rather die than to let the man get his hands on her family business but she couldn't pass to the other side because she had to remain to ensure that her sister never fell to the fate her life was now destined.

	[color=0072bc]"For myself personally I do enjoy England but would prefer to spend my time in the country than to live in London. I find it far to busy for my tastes yet as the future wife of an Earl I am sure that I will have additional duties to fulfill other than the wifely kind,"[/color] she added after a moment. Glancing around she got up and moved around a bit, it looked as if she was checking to see if anyone was around before turning and stepped back towards her seat. [color=0072bc]"I am glad you feel welcome here but do be careful of whom you befriend, there are wolves in sheeps clothing everywhere,"[/color] she said as she sat back down. Hopefully that would be a warning for the young woman, it was all she could say then, fear was obvious in her eyes. 

[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] London England: Regent Park -> Corner of Portland Place & Oxford Street 
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Zverey, Agility[/center][hr]
	[color=a187be]"Yes, that seems most prudent, let us go,"[/color] Elizaveta said as she leaned into Myska and let him follow Mary swiftly. She didn't take control of him or try to guide his movements. She just hung on and hoped he would follow, if she needed to have a heavier hand then she would but there was always a chance he would turn on her. This was something one came to used to when they were working with wild beats. Myska had turned on her before and she doubted it would never happen again. She had found over the years it was best to let Myska do what he needed with as little direction from her as possible. 

	It was in his hands but she did not fear him. She was in the hands of God and one of gods chosen as she saw it. They were on a a path now, one she felt that god had placed them on. He would protect and guide them. Yes, perhaps Virginia wasn't exactly the religious type but Mary did not know that for sure. If she was, she just wasn't vocal about it. Perhaps that was it. She just wished to be private in the matter. Religion many times for one was a personal thing and one they did not wish to speak about to others. They all had just met recently and even if the Circus had taken in her brother and they were in a sense family, they still did not know each other well. Yet they had time, this road would be long and she felt the journey would be difficult. 

	Thankfully for them right then, it was not. They were able to make their way out of Regent park to the west and then to start heading south. Things were going as well as could be expected and even better. Yes, the hand of god was protecting them as they made their way into London proper and through the streets. It was late now, so that make things much easier. Being able to rush through the streets on clear paths. There were only a hand full of hankeys out at this time. Much of the people that lived in this part of the city had fled and headed back to their summer homes. Everything was lining up for them and Elizaveta hoped it would continue this way. Things worked out the way they did for a reason and if they could get out of London before the Circus knew what was going on, all the better. [color=a187be]"Jericho's is where we must cross, let us pray God continues to give us his speed."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6dcbae90-0ed2-418f-b47e-90c0cadff944.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Main Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth -> A WHOLE NEW WORLD! (Aka outside of the main tent)
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries[/center][hr]
	Oh yes, the world, the world of cold and ice. Hard and fragile, went and dripping when the warmth hit it. It didn't matter though, the deed had been done and for sure he was being praised. His magic beans had done the job. Beans, magical beans, magic, tricks, slight of hands, hands with fingers. finger that could count and wave and grasp. Grasping at straws. Straw that was harvested in the sun. That looked like shimmering strands of hair from giants. Straw like hair and arms hard and lean. Lean, mean, beans. Beans, magical beans. Yes, the magical beans had saved them all. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Yes, see, y magical beans. Very good. They make so many happy. Not mad. see not mad. No time for mad when one can be so glad to have magical beans. Also good on a hot summers day. But not to cook, ever to cook, cooking magical beans is just silly. Only a crazy person would boil magical beans. Takes all the ice away,"[/color] he said with a grin as his finger came up and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His knees buckled slightly as he spun around and looked at the work he had done. He was a big kid now, playing with the big boys. Or at least the big top. That was good enough for him. For now. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Yes, yes, little one, come. Let us find a whole new world!"[/color] he said as he held his hand out and it was taken. Fingers laced and steps taken. He would have gladly shown Mr. Talk the way but he was sleeping and who disturbs a sleeping man? Why only those that wanted Mad Men. Let him sleep and take him to where dreams dance, dancing with fairies. Not him of course. Perhaps in his dreams he could ride Dieter. The ferret, not his brother. His brother wouldn't like that. It would make him very mad and none were mad there. No, this was a joyous time. The fires of disaster were out and frozen in time. Frozen. So just let it go and dream happy dreams on the winds and play with lights of tomorrow, tomorrow land. Far away from here where all were glad and none were mad. 

	Stepping outside he looked around. There were those inside that would take care of the tent. One cutting it. Hopefully that wouldn't make Vlad mad, mad Vlad sounded bad. Very bad, very mad, a very bad mad Vlad - not glad. And outside the tent it was safe from what could be a very bad mad Vlad. Outside it was a whole new world. Or perhaps an old world he just hadn't paid attention to, he did have to enter the tent from somewhere and before one goes inside they must come from the outside. That is unless he came from inside someone to inside the tent but no. He would be covered in blood and guts and that would be bad and make him very mad. But he was neither so he had to come from the outside to the inside and outside again. He was inside out! Oh joy!