[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][/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, [b]Mamushka[/b][/center][hr]

	Perhaps in the darkest hours of our lives, the most desperate of times, nay, the very pinnacle of all things horror-inspiring, suitable to dampen one's pantaloons with the fury and force of a breaching Dutch levee; yes, [i]just these times[/i] might be the occasion when a thing which appears to be a failure in fact becomes the situational setup necessary to perform acts of greatness. Greatness! Such acts are not out of place for the wondrous abilities of [i]The Great Bazhooli![/i] Indeed, this lack of his usual foot-fleetness has given him a vantage that, while not directly within the spotlight (a place he naturally preferred to be), it did allow him to assist those who were. Vladimir was a performer, after all. 

	Likewise, he was not always The Great Bazhooli. Nobody could properly "Bazhooli" from birth, no. It was a thing which had to be both earned [i]and[/i] inherited. One must be worthy. And while an immense amount of pride was helpful in this endeavor, humility has its place as well. Now, Vlad did not possess an overabundance of the virtue, Humility. Contrary to belief that spread across Europe, there actually was a word for Humility in the Russian language. Admittedly, Vlad didn't use it very often. But I digress. He was fully capable of providing support to the performer who had the most important role on the stage. Right now, regrettably, that was not him. But the fight, [i]like the show[/i], must go on. 

	As Vlad went to make his move, still dancing his steps of mortal combat, he heard above the usual din and clatter of battle (oh, but he did so enjoy hearing the din and clatter of battle) yet another scream that he could have sworn started with the accent of one of those Islanders he'd heard stories about. Islanders? Irelanders. Irelanders? Whatever. Immaterial to his present issue. Vladimir gave a tiny moment of pause as the scream started to subside to smile at the Irelander woman in a manner that dashingly mischievous, tipping his head slightly as if to effect a bow. Rather it would have been a bow were they not in the situation of fighting with the most demonic thing that Vlad had seen in is life. Quietly, as his dance continued and blades caught elements of firelight in their polished, reflective surfaces, he mused to himself, [color=B22222]"Life is nothing vithout passion. [i]Nothing.[/i]"[/color] He did appreciate a fiery haired woman with lungpower. Though his interests were differently related. He would have to leave a card later. But first! Yes, first: The killing.  

	Vladimir's dance hopefully served to set him in alignment and provide inertia for a decent hurl of something sharp. Luck being with him, he did in fact happen to have something sharp with him. Whoever would have thought it? He knew where to put it, too: The demonic, inky thing had an appendage clutching the lady of their search by the throat, lifted high above the ability of her legs to reach all the way to the floor. Such a position was perilous to anyone who had need of respiration, as Vladimir assumed Millicent did. Now was the time to play a supportive role. His knives seemed to agree, eagerly twinkling in the church's candlelight. 

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Character current location: [i]Gretna Green, Church[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]To help accessorize the appendage holding up Millicent. Vlad thinks a knife impaling it would look smashing.[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Mamushka, Thrown Weapons[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i][u]Thrown Weapons[/u] - to actually throw the knife, [u]Mamushka[/u] - to get into position with agility, dexterity, and panache, but mostly to supplement the throw.[/i]  
Desired location of the character: N/A
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