[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] North of London (By means of Northwest Inner Wall)
[color=firebrick][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), [i]Brivaldi[/i], English [/center][hr]

	From atop his great black charger, Vladimir's eyes narrowed. It was not quite anger that colored his face, but a touch of something approaching annoyance mixed with excitement, a bright sparkle to his eyes that contrasted the view of his teeth, which he was beginning to bare in either sneer or smile, even chances of either. [color=firebrick]"[i]ENOUGH![/i]"[/color] he bellowed, casting sharp glances at both Thalken and Ludwig. He reared up his horse, Tolstoy, in brilliantly dramatic fashion, turning him about to clearly view both of them simultaneously. 

	Within a split second, The Great Bazhooli had sprung up by his hands, utilizing impressive upper body musculature for a man in his forties, and was now standing fully straight up on the back of Tolstoy's saddle. One foot balanced him upon the noble animal while the other applied light pressure on the back of its neck, indicating direction of movement. He looked at the two of them darkly, and did his best to set them both straight. [color=firebrick]"Master Zimmer! Impressing Master Zimmer... Vith impressing knowing of things. [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] tells us of Naughtyham, skill from Circus. Is sometimes not clear vhat is meaning until ve get to moment. [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] also say ve go to Scotland. Green place is final stop. Now you are vith screaming gibbersense about Bristol and boatings."[/color] 

	Maybe it would even work. Vladimir knew little to nothing about the geography of England, only what he could glimpse from maps. Most of the time, his focus was elsewhere. It did become apparent that if they went to Bristol, wherever that was along the coast, they would [i]not[/i] be getting to Nottingham, probably ever. The Russian skill set was always fuzzy as it came to receiving visions. Elizaveta was best at it, of the Circus, but she was the object of their search. Vlad would have greatly appreciated another mind capable of performing the [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] to interpret for them, if only for the fresh perspective. [color=firebrick]"Ludvig, you are here because of little Adam, who is vith needing of your Training. You are here because of new alliance. And you are velcome in Circus, so long as I am Great Bazhooli! But ve need to make communing vith each other more easy. Understand, da?"[/color] 

	He then looked to Thalken directly, [color=firebrick]"And [i]you[/i]... You are being here for vhat? Forgiveness? Atoning? Brood and complain? So long as you are vith us, useful you vill be. Are from London, da? Are from England? Having knowledge of generality ve do not. Customs ve do not. Is how Thalken is guide. Guide is not meaning 'in charge'. Knowing good paths is not 'in charge', also."[/color] 

	He spread his arms wide and projected his voice so that all of the people who were clustering around could hear him clearly, [color=firebrick]"Baron Alexandrov decides for Circus. Vhen he does not, Great Bazhooli decides for Circus. When [i]he[/i] does not, Ringmaster Viktor decides for Circus. Baron has already given things responsible for movement to Great Bazhooli. You advise, I listen. [i]I decide[/i]. Is not Athens Democracy. Is not New Vorld Democracy. Is not Council."[/color] 

	[color=firebrick]"NOW, if ve commit to Bristol and Boats, vill take time to find boats, hire boats, load boats. Vill take time for crew. Vill take monies. Maybe monies ve have. Is not river crossing - is big ocean. BUT, if ve go on other path, vill be more time on road. Travel slower as big group, Grand Duchess, Lady Crypt, Scary Catholic Girl have started and move fast. You two, make with talking. Few minutes, then ve go, one path or other."[/color] And unless they came up with compelling mathematics on the situation or an unknown factor he hadn't considered, his mind was already made up. This was more of a test than anything else. Vlad looked upon the pair with crossed arms and eyebrow raised. 

	




[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]“I chase my enemies and destroy them; I do not turn back until I wipe them out.” -2 Samuel 22:38[/color][/sub]
[hr][color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Road between Nottingham & Manchester
[color=c0c0c0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Horseback Riding, Audist [/center][hr][hr]

	Mary did not know Millicent. Not personally, anyway. They had met once, at that party that got attacked and claimed the life of the Arch Graveolase, among others. Millicent was the reason that Veta and Virginia were going, whereas Mary's motivation was more pointed toward the man, Rutherford, himself. Saving Millicent was a priority, even if that just meant telling her that her family was no longer dependent upon marriage if she was a person of verifiable Training recognized by the Graveolase. Or if, in the Lord's wisdom, it was necessary to impale Lord Rutherford and pin him to a flat, vertical surface with her halberd's pike end, that was okay, too. But this was not her mission alone unless she was charged with its completion by either Virginia under specific circumstance or by the very woman who was carried away by ...whatever that thing was. 

	If just for a moment, Mary slowed her fine horse just enough to allow for urgent conversation. [color=c0c0c0]"My mount carries two. Myshka is dead. We cannot split up and hope to save them both. I know not what that nobleman has planned for your friend, but I know what the Soulless do to those whom they take. Elizaveta has become crucial to an alliance of Trained nations. We might yet secure Millicent and circumvent the nuptials in another way."[/color] And now the final, soldierly statement that separated her from the rest of the Sisters of St. Etheldreda's, [color=c0c0c0]"I am a [i]Venator est Inanimati[/i]. Unless you can talk me out of it, Virginia, I follow Elizaveta."[/color] She simply could not abandon Veta to her fate; a friend, ally, and teacher as ordered by the Papal Office, not to the horrors of the Soulless.