[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/8c1433c6-083d-4a24-bdfa-033741139aa8.jpg[/img][h3][color=firebrick][b][i]"[u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]"[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bristol Ship 
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English, Perception [/center][hr]

	The discomfort of Vladimir's colleague was noted. Granted, to note Constantin's growing hatred of being on the ship was not the same as being able to do anything about it aside from suggesting the possibilities of either swimming or unconsciousness. Truly, he wished that he might be able to do more. At least neither of them were projectile vomiting anymore. It was a plus. But if one had to spew, Vladimir was slightly more contented with the prospect as he had proven his ability to put an element of [i]panache[/i] into something as otherwise revolting as vomit. It was a gift. 

	[color=B22222]"С тобой все в порядке, Константин?"[/color][sub]1[/sub] he spoke quietly to the man, seconds before the other, much larger ship pulled alongide. A careful and practiced eye looked over the detail of the grand vessel, dwarfing the commercial ship they had taken passage upon. Another point of interest, decidedly moreso for the ardently masculine Great Bazhooli, was the dark haired lady who spoke with such familiarity to Ludwig. The man certainly seemed to get around. Despite the momentary touch of annoyance at the German fellow for claiming to be a member of the Circus now, he could not actually dispute that the man was [i]with[/i] his people. No matter, maybe it was just some nuance of translation with this blasted "English", a language that neither man spoke as a native. Or equally as likely, this was just Ludwig being Ludwig. It made little difference to him. 

	Vladimir's memory was triggered by the mention of their Captain's name - he finally mentally linked the ramblings of his traveling companion to this ship before him. La Canela, Captain Montoya, the fastest ships he knew about, and something about The Circus Of The Seas, or some such. These were the people he was hoping to find when they looked to book passage north. Far be it for him to greet such interesting people (and a Captain with which he wouldn't mind sharing a bearskin and bottle of vodka) with anything less than courtesy. 

	[color=B22222]"Master Ludvig speaks for truly, Kapitan Montoya!"[/color] boomed Vladimir, arching his eyebrow and taking proud stance. [color=B22222]"Strange German man is honored guest of [i]Российский императорский цирк[/i]... ah, Russian Imperial Circus! Da, and is guide most vorthy. But I am speaking vith impoliteness, so sorry. Permit to introduce - I am Master Vladimir Dmitrievich Alexandrov, first heir of Baron Alexandrov."[/color] He initiated a broad, sweeping bow, continuing his protracted introduction in the manner of his people; [i]dramatically[/i]. [color=B22222]"To my peoples and peoples of Empire, am known as '[i]The Great Bazhooli[/i]', Artist of Impalements and Master of Bazhooli Sem'ya!"[/color] He took a wider, more solid posturing and spread his conditioned, toned arms to his sides as if to entice a crowd to his attention, simultaneously displaying the array of knives on his person. If nothing else, Vladimir was Circus, born and raised as royalty of the performing arts therein. [color=B22222]"Is honor, great honor and most pleasing to meet you, Kapitan Montoya, and at insisting my blades are at your service."[/color] He flashed an assertive, debonair smile at the woman. 

	[color=B22222]"Am also traveling vith Firevalker Constantin, fine performer of fine family!"[/color] he lowered his voice in a manner meant to convey disarming, inside humor, [color=B22222]"Despite unnatural love of salads. ...sorry Constantin, am cracking balls. Is expression? Ballcracking? Eh, no matter. Good man! Good man."[/color] Vladimir turned his attention fully back to the Captain of the La Canela vessel, [color=B22222]"Providence, God, or Chance Circumstancing has brought us together in this place. Vhat shall ve do vith opportunity, Kapitan?"[/color] 

	

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1	=	"Are you well, Constantin?" [i](Pronounced: "S toboy vse v poryadke, Konstantin?")[/i]
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