[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/4744aee2-23ca-406b-a294-f131990520ca.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] La Canela Ship (Captain's Cabin)
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English, [i]Chteniye Dushi[/i][/center][hr]

	The Great Bazhooli leaned forward to grasp the goblet upon the desk before him. He listened intently as Captain Montoya began to speak, fully intrigued by the story that she wove, brief though it was. It did not have to be a long speech to get the important points across, however. Details seemed to melt away as one solid, immutable point was expressed, and it was significant. Very, very significant. Such an assertion was reckless in front of a total stranger (and with the exception of the studious Mr. Zimmer, Vladimir was the strangest person he himself knew), especially one who was armed and had demonstrated considerable physical capability. Then again, he had also demonstrated a propensity for slamming his face into things, so it could be argued that the Captain felt as safe as she could be. In fairness, the fact that her hand moved toward a weapon did seem to indicate otherwise. 

	The wine goblet hovered near the experienced Russian's lips. A tiny thought that this might be especially bad for his health, situation being what it was, crossed his mind. After a tiny pause, he took that sip anyway. One glass was already down. If this woman had wanted to poison or drug him, she already had plenty of opportunity. The wine was safe, he surmised. His single sip deepened into a hearty gulp, after which Vlad set the goblet back down upon the desk again. After that story, there was something he needed to see for himself. 

	Vladimir gave the Captain a small, comforting smile and crossed his arms in front of him. Such an action could be taken as a non-threatening gesture, but in truth it surreptitiously brought him within quick grasp of several of his beloved knives. He leaned forward, letting his eyes lock with hers, and opened himself to the Trained skill of the [i]Chteniye Dushi[/i]. To anyone observing him, it only looked like he was holding her gaze. But to Vlad's perception, he was peering deeply into the ethereal qualities of what made her, [i]her[/i]. After but a moment of this, The Great Bazhooli exhaled a soft breath and sat back in his chair. [color=B22222]"Let us be plain, please."[/color] His grasp on the English language seemed much improved from the last time he used it, just before their conversation took a more serious note. Vladimir's voice was solid but soft, even reassuring. [color=B22222]"Я изучил истинную твою сущность, Регалии. Это навык, которым мои люди овладели веками и прошлыми поколениями. Нельзя читать Душу, которой там нет. Вы, Капитан, чисты и честны, как любой мужчина или женщина, которых я встречал. Я ставлю свою жизнь на это."[/color] 

	[color=B22222]"HA!"[/color] Vladimir laughed, breaking the tension as he snatched up his goblet, [color=B22222]"[i]Now[/i], ve may celebrate. Vill make vith particulars... later."[/color]

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YA izuchil istinnuyu tvoyu sushchnost', Regalii. Eto navyk, kotorym moi lyudi ovladeli vekami i proshlymi pokoleniyami. Nel'zya chitat' Dushu, kotoroy tam net. Vy, Kapitan, chisty i chestny, kak lyuboy muzhchina ili zhenshchina, kotorykh ya vstrechal. YA stavlyu svoyu zhizn' na eto.
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