[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/065dbd0326a76e18beeff52f1261623e/tumblr_inline_o7umapVQgN1qgrm3t_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Conservatory, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
[b]Skills:[/b] Sketching[/center][hr]
	Strong, that was a word that Millicent had never heard used in her direction, at least not as a compliment. Sure some had called her strong before but it was usually in regards to the fact she could lift things, or her arms looked too strong, that her chin was too strong, etc. It was never something good but as Colette said it she new she wasn't meaning it as an insult. It made her feel warm inside, in a good way. And she couldn't help but smile slightly towards the woman. She even felt a slight blush come to her features. [color=0072bc]"I, um, thank you,"[/color] she said as she looked away shyly. Another trait she didn't know she possessed, shyness. 

	Taking a breath she forced a smile, "I believe I am done," she said softly as she removed the [url=https://pre00.deviantart.net/7525/th/pre/i/2013/332/c/1/pencil_drawing_of_tamsin_egerton_by_chaseroflight-d6vycss.jpg]single sheet[/url] of thick paper from her pad and held it out to Colette. [color=0072bc]"I hope you like it,"[/color] she added as she handed it over. She had wanted to frame Colette with the flora around them but instead had just focused on her and her smile. Sketching was one of the few things she truly enjoyed that was actually expected of her as a woman. It gave her a sense of control in a world that seemed to be completely out of her control. And allowed her to freeze time, a single moment taken and held onto so when the years passed it wouldn't be forgotten like so many things. 

	Yet that joy was short lived. Rutherford and Eagerton came into the Conservatory. And it wasn't subtle, loudly in fact. "Millicent," he called as he ran over to her. For once he had a look of concern in his features. Whether it was for Millicent or not was up for debate and him calling her name made her freeze in fear. Had he overheard them speaking? She tensed up, as if expecting a hit but it never came. Instead he just rushed to them and stopped as he came to her side. "We have to go, no," he said in a hurried voice. 

	Millicent blinked and a questioning look came over her features. Yet the Lord of the manor was the one that spoke to answer the unasked question. "Whatever attack happened in London has spread, and is moving north. We need to leave before this place is overwhelmed," he said with earnest. There was the sound of a crash and screams outside in the front of the large mansion. "Quickly." 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2c1ulZVKw1r9w97z.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] London England: Westminster Bridge (Northside) - Jericho's Barricade
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Zverey, Agility[/center][hr]
	[color=00746b]"I only [i]butt[/i] in when needed."[/color]

	[color=silver]"Oh of that I am sure but what is truly needed and what you feel is needed are two different things. Last I checked you were missing in action when it came to something truly needed."[/color]

	[color=00746b]"And just what was that?"[/color]

	[color=silver]"Replacing a stolen container of salt peter. Because of that, they have lost one so far."[/color]

	[color=00746b]"Which one?"[/color]

	[color=silver]"I dare say that is information you are not privy to until [i]she[/i] decides to inform you, but of course to do that you would need to go home for a while."[/color]

	[color=00746b]"Yeah, that will just have to wait."[/color]

	[color=silver]"Indeed, ready?"[/color]

	[color=00746b]"Ready."[/color]
	
	Each road they managed to get down, each turn they were able to take quickened the pace. That was until they finally had sight of Jericho's Barricade. It didn't mean that they were home free but it was the gate way to the rest of the journey and it meant the beginning of much to come. Yet for that to happen, it meant they had to get through the gate. That shouldn't be a problem she thought to herself. There were plenty of people fleeing the city, trying to get back to the main homes, away from the murders and the rest of the problems in London. And not to mention, probably a small part of that was the smell. It was just something that plagued larger cities no matter what, the stench got to everyone that didn't live there year round. 

	Yet, this was going to be a bigger problem than she had anticipated. The gate was closed and there were guards at the gate. Leaning down she spoke in Myskas ear in her native tongue. The large tigers stride slowing and eventually coming to a stop. She was grateful that he wasn't putting up a fight or rebelling right then against her but this still worried her. The guards were obviously taken aback by the presence of a woman riding a tiger through the streets of London and right up to their gate. 

	"State your name and business," one of the guards said as he stepped forward. He didn't draw his weapon but the men behind him, they stood ready, to draw if need be. This was not something she was expecting. Sure, getting questioned to enter the city was one thing but what should they care if they were leaving? Something didn't feel right. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/3aca1ce2dad25cded2d468fa2ecea0e6/tumblr_inline_ni5h4uEGkP1s0wd2z.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth: Vlads Wagon
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries[/center][hr]
	To places known, to places unknown. Yet, what was known and unknown? What was known to one was unknown to another or perhaps they both knew and everyone else didn't know or even they didn't know and everyone else knew. Like a joke being told and only one person laughed. Was it that it wasn't really funny or that the punch line was just unknown. The known and unknown were up and down or down and up or around and round or bound and unbound or found and lost and lost and found. Found, founders, louder, so much louder, or quieter, perhaps it was quieter. Or was it? Maybe it was just the voices in his head or maybe there were not voices just himself thinking to himself but if that was the case why speak to himself? Well there was a reason, he did have wonderful ideas, even if the rest of the world didn't know it. 

	This was something he would want to speak to his mentor about. Well that and the fact he seemed to be a mentor himself now. A young child was next to him. On his hip and in his mind. Oh what wonderful things he would teach him, just like he had been taught. Oh yes, his master was amazing and he could only hope to be as amazing. He knew he had a few things in common with his master, other than a single skill. More than that so many thought his master was mad. He wasn't mad. He was glad, so glad, unless people called him mad, then he got mad but he wasn't mad before he was called mad because why would someone be mad for being called mad if they hadn't been called mad to start with? Now, that would just be crazy. 

	Around and around he looked, spinning around with a boy on his hip. [color=fdc68a]"Oh these are no streets broad and narrow but alive, so alive, alive alive O. A fish monger wouldn't know what to do here for this is no street but it could be on the street, maybe. Sweet Molly, to Dublin you should go, was Dublin though where you should have fled, so sad but we're not mad. You keep selling those muscles do you not? On streets broad and narrow, the fever might have claimed you but you claimed it back."[/color] Knees buckling he sat himself down and released little Adam. Looking over towards James. [color=fdc68a]"Death claims us all but the key is claiming Death, then you win,"[/color] he said with a grin. 

	Outside of the tent, things were calm... well maybe not calm but that was perhaps a good thing. It still had gone unnoticed that Veta and Mary and Virginia had left. (Rolls are made each round to determine if anyone notices, so until it is said after a roll, no one knows they are gone yet."