[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], Thrown Weapons [/center][hr]

	Though the Dance of Cossack Impalement was performed as only one of the blood can, it was not overly of use to Vladimir in this instance. The situation had become something of a combative free-for-all rather than a structured assault or defensive measure, lacking in the organization that commonly came with the people of the Circus. Oh sure, it all looks like fun and games from the outside, but what many forgot about this odd collection of noble gypsy-folk was that they came by their abilities, both the Rusyn Trained abilities and the more mundane but equally impressive skills of their performing arts, through years of hard, repetitive practice. The acts themselves that required a troupe to perform required timing, coordination, and each member playing their own supporting role to ensure the safety of their people and success of the show. 

	So it was when the Circus came together to take care of a Soulless threat in the Russian Empire, they did so in action similar to a performance; as a group, with the utmost of coordination between individuals, playing to their strengths and abilities. While effective, this looked more like a swarm of bees massing over a dangerous opponent. Whatever worked, though. Vladimir could not deny that the petticoated brawlers were being effective. Also, the only ones with whom he would have been able to have that level of coordination were Constantin and Elizaveta. Vlad had no idea of the abilities of most of these people. 

	Perhaps it was with this mind that he merely gave a shrug when the lady with the French accent came screaming by him with an ornate candlestick to use against the thing. This had to be one of the stranger battles that he'd ever been party to in his lifetime. As the melee progressed, Vladimir let fly another blade from his wide assortment of pointy things with the intent of skewering the beast's tentacle-thingy which was holding up Millicent. Apparently, a last second movement from the creature denied him his mark, though by grace of Providence, it struck heavily into the main, shadowy body, entering and thudding soundly into the altar below. Physical creature or not, this thing [i]could[/i] be damaged. Sort of. 

	That's when the idea came to him. These people were attacking a thing of [i]both[/i] substance and shadow, but they were only doing so physically. Perhaps a touch of the illusory or ethereal would prove to assist in ways more effective than merely the physically substantial could. A snap of the fingers and a little prestidigitation brought more knives to his strong and dexterous hands, yet this was not his intent of action. A dark and foreboding grin split the face of the flamboyant Russian. He had another move to make in the unyielding chessmatch of brutality before them. 

	It was time for the creature to prepare for a vigorous [i]Bazhooli-ing[/i]. 

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Character current location: [i]Gretna Green, Church[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]To create a near perfect replica of himself that exists somewhere between the astral and physical world but that can been seen as a solid object in both planes, and attack with it.[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Gologramma[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]Because his Gologramma seems to have qualities in common with the shadow creature, and he figures it might be more effective than stabbing alone.[/i]
Desired location of the character: N/A
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