[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)
[color=firebrick][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	[color=firebrick]"Aha!"[/color] came the noise of sudden knowledge caressing the brain of The Great Bazhooli. [color=firebrick]"AHA!"[/color] he said again. Yes, he and his people were about to massively uproot themselves and travel northward, across the vast and stodgy country of England with the sole purpose of locating and assisting their Grand Duchess. Not just her, but see to the Lady Crypt as well if, as he suspected, she went with Elizaveta. Having found what amounted to an extended and remote branch of their family was a wondrous thing. It would be a shame to lose them now. Vladimir wasn't about to say a thing to Thalken about his thoughts on the situation, nor even anything really about the situation at all. 

	This was not to say that he wasn't grateful. He dropped a foot back an gave an extended bow, tipping his hat while maintaining his gaze upon the grim and unhappy looking fellow. Perhaps he did not know it, but he had unwittingly just performed the deed of a decent man. A pity, considering that his family desired awful things for his family. This was a thing which would have to be rectified with steel and blood, eventually, by the look of things. Right now, the warm and fuzzy feelings of sentiment urged him to simply let it go for that moment; there would be time enough later for pressing festivities of that nature. [color=firebrick]"Talink-Man! Mr. Talink, son of Talink the Senior! Spasibo, eh, vith the Thank Yous. Much to prepare. Much!"[/color]

	He readjusted his hat upon his noble and thickly coiffed head, then spun about to return to the rapid deconstruction of the Circus. He had to find his father. He had to find Viktor. Hell, he had to find a [i]map[/i]. [color=firebrick]"Vhere hell is Green of Gretna...?"[/color] he mumbled to himself, attempting to locate the others in charge their people.  

	

	 


[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]"Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit." -Isaiah 17:9[/color][/sub]
[hr][color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Nottingham
[color=c0c0c0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	If Virginia was going to skip a moment of rest to utilize some form of meditative Colonial ability, then Mary was honorbound to act as her protector until such time as she regained full awareness of the would around her physical form. She wasn't quite sure how it was supposed to work when Virginia went on one of her trips outside of herself. It was a thing she had mentioned a few times in the past, but never to any detail. It was interesting to her, even as it was beyond her grasp to learn any more than Virginia could be called upon to to consecrate water or bless items of the Faith. 

	It reminded Mary of a point of conversation that was bought up among the Graveolase, actually. The people of Training needed to rely upon one another, have their weaknesses covered by the strengths of others. They became powerful as a whole because of this, and haughty. Prideful. Maybe even too powerful without the widespread purpose of the Soulless threat to wage eternal war against. But their pride was palpable. Tactile. Excluding all others. They had lost the lesson.

	Well, Mary hadn't. As Virginia settled into her trance, the Apostolic wrapped one of her rosaries partially around her wrist and stood from her chair for just as long as was necessary to draw two elegant-seeming shortswords. She gave one a flourish, tossed it end over end and caught it by the handle, and sat back down. The Lady Crypt's body would be guarded while she was "away", as God was her witness.