[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6ae86d34-76ab-48bf-a41f-e16258a72749.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Annan (City Streets) -> En Route to Bridge
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	The question of the true nature of the monster that attacked Veta brought a lowering of Vladimir's expression just as quickly as Ludwig's estimation of their proximity to Gretna Green had raised it. Oh, he hadn't forgotten about the creature. It was part of the reason he wanted to get to their destination and secure the safety of the Grand Duchess, among other motivations. He had stood up bravely to the thing, like Constantin had done, but ultimately was unable to do anything more than drive it off. Vlad suspected that it left for its own reasons, however, and could likely have destroyed them at its desire. Why it specifically sought out Elizaveta was likewise a mystery. Still dour of expression, The Great Bazhooli nevertheless had to nod at his associate's line of questioning. They needed knowledge. The mad German had been a worthwhile source of it so far. 

	[color=B22222]"Da. Big rubbery testicl... vait no, is like, eh.. осьминог? Octopus! Da, [i]tentacles[/i]! Big rubbery tentacles. Freeze the very lake underneath. Try to take avay Grand Duchess."[/color] It was less of a description than simply his way of agreeing with Constantin in the wordy, dramatic way that was his habit. He did offer up a suggestion, be it without the benefit of anything aside from conjecture: [color=B22222]"Perhaps, brother Firevalker, big floaty shitsplat is not liking our performance. Vhat do ve do if Circus is losing crowd?"[/color] He grinned broadly, nudging his horse in the direction of the bridge that Ludwig had pointed toward just earlier, [color=B22222]"Ha! Now, let us try the same trick... [i]ON FIRE[/i]!"[/color] The very idea sparked a sense of wonder and excitement in Vladimir, considering the opportunity to exhibit himself and his Circus as warrior-artists, combining every positive aspect of both showmen and soldiers against the universally common enemy of the Soulless. He would dance the steps of a flaming Mamushka with his people and smite his enemies in a way that was both terminal and entertaining. And if he failed? So be it! Another Great Bazhooli would rise. Perhaps with an even more impressive moustache. The thought made him grin all the more.