[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] Gretna Green, Church
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	Everything and nothing. It was strange how, when serious changes were afoot, both of those concepts seemed to be present in abundance. The air hung heavily with a hint of smoke, many people gathered inside of the church, the ceremony of purification was taking place. It was a rare gift even inside of the Rusyn skill set, difficult, and dangerous if done improperly. So it was important to ensure an uninterrupted session. Still, with all of the new faces, old faces, and feelings of foreboding hanging in the air, why did things seem so ...off? Nothing was overtly wrong, but everything seemed to point to the opposite of this. Absently, Vladimir drew two of his many knives and began twirling them between his fingers. This haze wasn't helping, either. 

	The others seemed interested in their own conversations, giving Vlad a rare opportunity to just stand and observe, rather than impress. He was plenty impressive enough as it was, anyway. Besides, legendary performer or not, his role right then was as a guard. A flashy, blade-hurling guard with impressively groomed facial hair. 

	What he saw was an unusually serous Constantin giving him a stare. Vladimir arched an eyebrow but kept silent, instead giving him a mildly amused expression. He read the sign on his colleague's face. Vlad just wanted to keep everyone at ease for the time being. Noting the direction in which the Firewalker darted his eyes, he also gave nonchalant and natural observation in that general direction, hopefully to see what he man was looking so grim about. Just his luck, there was a member of the Soulless population or political assassin hiding somewhere nearabouts that was in dire need of a vigorous, knifepoint Bazhooli-ing. Rather that a call to arms, he cast his gaze surreptitiously to see what he could see, ever standing observant watch over his Grand Duchess. 

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Characters current location - Gretna Green, Church
Characters attempted actions - To check where Constantin indicated (rafters)
Any and all skills being used - General Observation
Why each skill is being called - To keep watch over the ceremony by observing, generally
Desired location of the character - N/A
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