[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=firebrick]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3068ada6-2525-4e47-b1a8-14d98dfb6177.jpg[/img][h3][color=firebrick][b][i]"[u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]"[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][color=firebrick][b]Location:[/b][/color] Russian Imperial Circus (Regent's Park), Veta's Tent
[color=firebrick][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	The evening following the collapse of the tent was not ideal, granted, but at the very least Vladimir got in a little time involving relaxation and the diverting passions of music, food, and wine. And most certainly, what gathering of Circus folk would be complete without getting a few, well inebriated Bazhoolis together, spinning them around several times so as to fully disorient, and have them hurl knives for accuracy. Let us say that, within the confines of the Russian Imperial Circus, it was a very good thing that they had many healers and practitioners of [i]Fal'shbort[/i]. A very good thing. 

	But good news! The tent was repaired, that Talink fellow was down for the remainder of the evening, and they could actually get to the celebration uninterrupted. Veta was, to the best of Vlad's knowledge, still associating with Virginia and Mary, having girl talk or discussing the overthrow of nations. It could go either way with that bunch, Vlad figured. It was best not to interrupt them. Veta had so few people to converse with outside of the Circus, and now she had two such people, influential young women who were about her age. Let them talk, while the Sem'ya would dance, and sing, and laugh. Also drink - definitely drink. 

	Dawn came early, as dawn does. Vladimir was not the earliest riser, as many of his performances were nighttime affairs, but there was the pressing threat of Soulless, apparently within London, that prompted him to take a more earnest interest in the safety and security of his people. It was around this time, while he was walking the perimeter and speaking to those on guard duty, that he heard a chilling scream from the tent of his dear Elizaveta. Without hesitation, he took off at rapid pace toward the sound. As he got to the silk and canvas structure, Vlad began to realize that the scream did not come from Veta, but from Sister Sophia, declaring the absence of the Grand Duchess. 

	[color=firebrick]"Sophia! Sophia, vait... Vhere are others? The Scary Catholic Girl and the Lady Crypt?"[/color] If anyone now would know something about this sudden need to depart, it might be them. His voice marked of command, but in a pleading sense. [color=firebrick]"You find, da? You find them and ve talk. It vill be good! All vill be vell."[/color] He didn't believe the words that were issuing from his mouth, but it would do no one any good at all to get into a panic. Locate, ask around, try to find out what happened. She likely was not abducted, not with a note like that. He also doubted that their uninvited guest had anything to do with it, having soiled himself and been unconscious throughout the evening. Vlad had questions, but could not let others see the depth of concern in his face. He needed his people to act as a unit and puzzle out this difficulty. 

	Word of things like this spread through the Circus like wildfire. If something was known, it would get back to him soon. Still, it never hurt to motivate. 




[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0c0c0][i][b]Sister Mary Ignatia Hale[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]
[center][img]http://image.phimmoi.net/profile/356/medium.jpg[/img]
[sub][color=c0c0c0]"In God's name let us go on bravely." -Joan of Arc[/color][/sub]
[hr][color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Road outside Nottingham
[color=c0c0c0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Horseback Riding [/center][hr][hr]

	The fog and the strange sounds of goat within said fog worked to the advantage of the trio of Trained women. Mary might consider the occurrence something of a miracle, though she did not remember any of the miracles of Angels or Saints to take the form of a livestock animal obscured by condensation. Her unwillingness to immediately place religious significance on the event notwithstanding, Mary did indeed follow Veta's lead, nudging her horse, Cassius, through the gate in the confusion. They had business of a most pressing nature that would not be halted by a gatekeeper, nor city officials bent on holding onto their population at any cost. 

	The plan was to ride as quickly north as they could and send back word later to let all parties back in London know that they were safe, at least then. But for the start of it, they needed to put as much space between themselves and anyone who would stop them, even if they meant well, and quickly. The overnight ride was certainly effective in doing that. Mary did not like pushing Cassius that hard, nor would she have unless the need was great. He was a fine horse and had served her well. Besides, breaking their animals or making them lame would help no one, especially not Millicent. They would need some time to rest. [color=c0c0c0]"I agree, Elizaveta."[/color] she said, urging her horse down to a manageable walk. The street signs pointed this city out as Nottingham, meaning they had covered a respectable amount of ground in the night. [color=c0c0c0]"I am impressed with our progress. Surely we might find a place to board our beasts for a while. I might send word back to St. Etheldreda's, if there is a person of Vatican training in one of the churches here."[/color] Even the Anglicans should be of assistance in their endeavor. If they were not, Mary would have to remind them of their obligations to humanity in the face of this new, better organized threat of Soulless. She had no intention of saying it with flowers. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"How are you faring, Virginia?"[/color] she asked behind her. It was rough for an untrained rider to be on horseback for so long, especially if one rode behind the person holding the reins. As they made their way to Nottingham at a slower pace, Mary offered up, [color=c0c0c0]"I still have a number of pies in my baggage, if anyone has interest. Strawberry. They might be a bit shaken by now, however."[/color] Perhaps it would be better to wait until they got into town for such things. But the offer was there. She didn't remember herself nor her companions taking a meal the previous evening in the hustle and bustle of events.