[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3tEQXTiZjd0XvmPEOe/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]It's hard to have a heart when you've stopped so many others. [/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOu5zJ4idsA][color=556B2F]- [I]K. M. Howell[/I][/color][/url][/center] [hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) [b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] None currently [/center][hr] Thalken's dark eyes widened at Vladimir's sudden outburst. So, his information had been--[I]helpful? So it would seem apparently.[/I] Yet, in that ever brooding mind of his, he couldn't possibly understand how helpful he had actually been, in that moment, by answering a seemingly simple question. He couldn't believe it really, that he could have rectified a situation, put minds at ease, perhaps even helped save a life. It just didn't seem to be in his forte, no matter how hard he tried and no matter how much he wanted it to be true. So it went, this seemingly never ending dilemma of his. Yet, perhaps it would seem, that he did the most good when he was trying the least to prove himself. Now, with all this in mind, it most certainly came as a big shock to him when Vladimir actually [I]thanked [b]him[/b][/I]. I mean who does that?! Crazy people! He went a bit slack-jawed as he stared at the man as if he had just grown a second head. He would ignore for the moment that he kept being called by the name [I]Talink[/I] that he no longer wanted to be associated with. He was just otherwise too engaged in his current state of astonishment to make some snide remark on it. [color=556B2F]"Uh, you're welcome?"[/color] he said as a bit more of a question rather than a statement. He blinked as the man straightened his top hat before rapidly departing, thus leaving Thalken behind in his current state of shock. He finally glanced over at the other man, Constantin, who had come over with The Great Bazhooli. He ended up doing a doubletake, and his face paled slightly as he recognized the man from the night before. The Russian man had been the unfortunate victim of Thalken's vomit volcano. [I]Oh crap,[/I] he thought, before paling even more at the irony of that thought. [I]GAH! God dammit!![/I] He quickly spun on his heels and marched off in the opposite direction. [hr][hr] [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08e11f7-3cfd-47ba-8929-88361f1112d2.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]Good people are like candles; They burn themselves up to give others light. [/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uicVCPkNZRg][color=DC143C]- [I]Turkish Proverb[/I][/color][/url][/center] [hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Manchester, England ⇢ En route to Preston [b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Country knowledge (England) [/center][hr] Fyror was an ever intent listener as the Mademoiselle Fontaine spoke, telling him of how she ended up here in England. His gaze, which was visibly softer albeit a tad bit weary, took in her features. Despite the way her face seemed to light up when she talked about the topic at hand, there was something to the depths of her brown eyes that belied stress, and perhaps something else he couldn't quite pinpoint. His lips thinned slightly. Was his own anxiety rubbing off on her, causing her undue stress? That wasn't at all his intention. He just--well, he wasn't very good at turning off his emotions, or his heart, which often seemed to care to the point of breaking. But was that even possible, to care too much? Perhaps for his own sanity it was. He blinked, slightly baffled when she said that she had come to England practically by herself. And yet, he also couldn't help but be reminded of a certain someone, a woman who preferred the clothes of men to the ways of women, who would have done something as "scandalous" as going somewhere without a chaperone. He mentally shook his head to prevent the melancholy from creeping in at the loss of Ms. Crane. No, he hadn't in fact known her as well as he would've liked, but nevertheless, as far as he was concerned, any life lost was a tradegy. He sort of came back to his senses when Colette inquired of what he was doing in England. [color=DC143C]"Well, uh, I sort of live here,"[/color] Fyror stated the corner of his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. He cleared his throat and quickly retrained his expression to something more neutral. [color=DC143C]"My family has lived in Colchester Garrison since I was seven years of age. My father is a colonel in the British infantry, you see. We would spend most of the year at the garrison, only really coming into London for the social gatherings of the Season. I did however spend ten years training in Japan,"[/color] Fyror continued on, as if the slip of humor had never even occurred. As their carriage continued on its path to Preston, the roads became increasingly bumpy. He grabbed the edge of the seat with one hand and pressed the other up against the side of the carriage to steady himself. He shook his head lightly. This wouldn't end well if the carriage were to break down, stranding them miles from the nearest checkpoint and God forbid even further behind Lord Rutherford and Ms. Wyndham. He glanced out the window at the passing scenery before looking back over at Colette as she asked another question. He blinked at hearing her particular question of choice. He looked a little flustered as he looked away in a failed attempt to hide that before mentioned fact. The way she worded the question made it sound as if she was asking how they first met, yet he wasn't foolish enough to not realize that she was wondering about something more than that. She wanted to know what Millicent meant to him. Honestly though, he couldn't answer that question, as he didn't truly know himself. All he knew was that he couldn't just stand back and do nothing while she suffered. Fyror hesitantly forced himself to look back at Colette. His one good eye was filled with uncertainty. [color=DC143C]"I...I honestly don't know how to properly answer that question other than that Ms. Wyndham and I spent a few fleeting moments together,"[/color] he replied earnestly.