[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]

	The Baron was looking a touch more resplendent than usual, for one who was getting ready to commit himself and the entirety of the Barony in London to hard and fast road travel. It was not uncommon for the Circus to pack up and leave unexpectedly, though it usually occurred when they received word of unusual Soulless activity elsewhere in their Empire. Be it unexpected, they were very, very good at this. Vladimir still marveled at the efficiency with which his people could pack up and get the hell out of a location; like nobody else in the world as far as he could tell. 

	Approaching his father, The Baron, Vlad seemed to heighten his spirits. [color=firebrick]"Baron! My Baron..."[/color] Formality was not necessary, really, but any respect given in front of others was guaranteed to be returned in kind. [color=firebrick]"Ve have destination, Baron Alexandrov, eh..."[/color] his slowed down, so as to better enunciate the name of the town, [color=firebrick]"[i]Gretna Green[/i], local Talink calls it. North into Land of Scots, just over border. Is more, but [i]Gretna[/i] is vhere ve must go. German man Ludvig knows how to get through Jericho Valls."[/color] 

	[color=firebrick]"...also..."[/color] his face darkened a little. Asking his father for special concession was not something he liked doing, especially if that concession was for those not of the Bazhooli Sem'ya. [color=firebrick]"...ve will need others to travel vith us for vhile. Ludvig, trains boy Scary Catholic Girl save-ed. Also Talink boy. Maybe is good hostage, maybe is good guide. Maybe ve use feed bears. But for now, need place for sleeping, both."[/color] The children were guaranteed a spot with the Sem'ya, which was simple enough to arrange with their resources, but the grown men were [i]not[/i]. A brief but memorable negotiation ensued in overly formal Russian, involving mush in the way of arm waving and what appeared to be knifepoint threats back and forth. It was the way certain things were done among these people, and it drew the vaguely amused attention of the less busy members of the Circus around them. 





[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 fiery Dame Commander would have found herself guilty of Bearing False Witness were she to say she was not relieved when Virginia opened her eyes and spoke to her. As the young Lady Crypt rose from her trance, so did Mary, offering a hand up if necessary. She held any questions she might have had concerning Virginia's spiritual jaunt until her friend offered it of her own accord. Even then, Mary waited patiently until she was done. Reflecting upon her words, the idea of a child near death tugged immediately upon her sense of compassion, one of the Knightly virtues, but concepts like practicality and justice prevented her immediate insistence that they rush off to the child's aid or otherwise abandon their quest. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"Be it in the plan of the Almighty, I would help the child, Virginia. And in times such as this, I do not put heavy confidence in 'coincidence', either."[/color] She hung her rosary down at her side, still wrapped loosely around her wrist. She then cleared her throat and addressed the query asked of her, [color=c0c0c0]"Elizaveta is downstairs checking on our beasts. We really should be on our way in a little while, ourselves."[/color] 

	She gave a second or two of thought, and posed a question of her own: [color=c0c0c0]"Would you mind terribly if I took the liberty of blessing your axes, Virginia? I know you are not Catholic, but I also know that you are a decent and true soul. Our need is great, and we are riding into the aftermath of yet another Soulless attack. We need not do so now - time does grow short."[/color]