[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]

	Yes, the blade of The Great Bazhooli most certainly found its mark, as was expected. It was not the telling blow that Vladimir might have hoped, as it might have been were he facing a human opponent, though it was a rarer event in his life that he engage the skills of his ancestors against another living person. He has to stop the current thought in his head as immaterial, that being the urge to mentally speak the word 'бездушный' (pronounced: [b]bezdushnyy[/b]), or [i]Soulless[/i] in the tongue of the land. He looked into the thing's soul. It existed. It was an inversion, a twisted thing that might have been a living being's soul before it was pulled inside-out, but it was [i]there[/i]. Maybe it needed to be cleansed. Maybe it needed to be destroyed. Both? Who knew. Battle had been joined. The truth of the matter would more than likely be resolved with blood. 

	He heard the snatches of conversation that came after the vision of his associate, Constantin. A vision in battle? Uncommon, dangerous things in a fight, but this served a purpose. Well, as they all do. This one vision, or what he described of it, had something to do with the altar in the front of the room and... prayer? Vladimir wore a gold crucifix around his neck, a gift from one special to him which was in turn a gift from someone special to them. He was, technically, a member of his Empire's Orthodox Church, though he'd bet a shiny kopek or two that the different variants all prayed to the same God anyway. But a holy man he was not. Cultural observances and Rusyn Gypsy traditions often meant that the [i]straight[/i] and [i]narrow[/i] got pretty damned [i]crooked[/i] and [i]wide[/i] as the occasion called for it. This was a time that he lamented the loss of the [b]Страшная Католическая Девушка[/b], Sister Mary. This was further proof that the all had to stand together or be ripped to pieces. The loss of the representative from the Church weakened them all against this thing. 

	The Great Bazhooli was no priest. [i]Dear and shiny Lord, he was no priest.[/i] But he might be able to get the creature to the altar. It had a soul, which meant it had feelings. It understood him when he addressed it directly, or it seemed to based upon the reaction. He had a plan. Or part of a plan. Like, maybe 12% of a plan, which Vladimir reasoned was at least better than 11% of a plan. Yes, The Great Bazhooli was going to piss it off. Nothing bad could come of that, right? And if he goes down in flames? [i]So be it![/i]

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Characters current location - Gretna Green, Church
Characters attempted actions - [i]To taunt and harass the beast, hopefully to get it to follow him[/i] 
Any and all skills being used - [i]Mamushka, Thrown Weapons[/i] 
Why each skill is being called - [i][u]Mamushka[/u] - to move with spiffy pace over to the altar with his head intact, action. [u]Thrown Weapons[/u] - to scoop up a chunk or two of broken pew and hurl it at the thing. Who knows? Maybe someone blessed it.[/i]
Desired location of the character - [i]N/A[/i]
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