[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]"...finding Viktor, finding Father... finding Viktor... da, finding Father..."[/color] Granted, he didn't necessarily [i]have[/i] to speak aloud in English, but his own grasp on the language wasn't as precise as he would have liked it. Using it almost constantly helped work out the rough parts, as it were, but it was most effective in the presence of native speakers. Even if they didn't correct grammar directly, the odd expression, even amongst the more polite in general society, was helpful in giving his grasp upon the language of the land more polish. Admittedly, he would still insist upon using a rougher pronunciation during a performance. It was simply good showmanship. 

	But the words he was speaking in his slightly inexpert English were for the actual purposed indicated. He needed to locate both The Baron and their Ringmaster to inform them of the visions, and the interpretation of said vision by the local man. They had a destination in mind now, and with the possibility of a Soulless attack looming, they all needed to organize as if they were on the hunt. Hopefully, the good people of England wouldn't take too much offense at the present might of the Circus cutting a hasty swath northward through their country. 

	His train of thought was derailed momentarily as he heard the voice of Constantin from behind him. He stopped, allowing his fellow performer the opportunity to catch up to him and explain. [color=firebrick]"Another vision, and so soon Constantin Firevalker? [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] is strong vith you today. It is speaking not to me at all, but you... O's and K's, Flag vith green stag? No? Aha! Green [i]flag[/i] vith stag! Yes! I am understanding it now! I ... da, am having nothing."[/color] 

	Vladimir looked back in the direction from where he had just come, hoping to see the Londoner, Thalken. [color=firebrick]"I am needing to find Father and Viktor. If vould please, brother Constantin, needing to find out vhat it means. Da?"[/color] 



[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0c0c0][i][b]Sister Mary Ignatia Hale[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]
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[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]

	The stories of the Colonial abilities and their journeys of the spirit seemed so much more eventful, exciting even, when Mary had read about them. Naturally, these stories were told from the point of view of the person taking the journey; only very rarely from that of the dutiful bodyguard standing watch over what was essentially a temporary corpse. Virginia seemed so relaxed. Without a consciousness to properly animate her form, it was as if she was fast and fitfully asleep. A person with a less strict code of ethic would likely have used the opportunity to pose her body in interesting and amusing ways. Perhaps with mouth agape, one hand over her sternum and the other reaching out, not unlike a horizontal opera singer. Or maybe, with enough time, one may acquire several lengths of rope and fashion a sort of "Crypt Marionette Show". The possibilities were limited only by one's imagination and depths of immorality. 

	But not so Mary. No, Dame Commander Hale held her own silent vigil, observing the guidelines of decency and unquestionable points of honor during this, her good friend's moment of physical uncertainty. She maintained the quiet and the serenity of the location until such time as Virginia required to return to her earthly vessel had passed. Thus was her duty, without reservation nor troubling thought to the contrary.