[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b] London : Northwest Inner Wall( Exiting)
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive) [hr][/center]

	A lot of things were going down and the Bazhooli's booming voice was being heard all the time right now. Apparently their desitnation was being altered. The firewalker blinked, shook his head and sat in the wagon, rubbing his eyes and then his temples for a few moments.[color=9e005d][i]' Vhat's going on right now? Something seems to be going down and ve aren't the ones in control...'[/i][/color] Apparently their destination was a place called Bristol.

	[color=9e005d]“Vhat the...”[/color] He finally mumbled and shook his head. There if the plan was being altered it could very well mean that they will be getting further and further away from Veta rather than catching up to her.[color=9e005d]” Unless...”[/color] He mumbled with a thinking expression on his face. There maybe was a certain way for them to travel faster? After seeing the bloody wall open up, Constantin couldn't help but wonder if the bloody weird German didn't have a lot of other such miracle like tricks up his sleeves.

	Seeing that resting could very well be hard given the situation with the circus possibly going on another direction, Constantin moved over to the driver seat of the wagon and sat by his father. He checked his weapons one more time before being satisfied. Where were they going to head now all depended on the leadership so he was going to wait... and ponder his revenge on the Talink and German fellows.