[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/4744aee2-23ca-406b-a294-f131990520ca.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]

	Walking over to where his coat lay neatly folded upon a thankfully untouched pew along with his very tall and dignified hat, Vladimir heard the call from the British fellow who had give water to Veta. He was apparently concerned with the physical well being of those recently engaged in combat. If not so lucky or positioned in this battle, he was at least making a valiant attempt at courteous industry after the fact. Vlad responded as if the man was speaking to him directly, [color=B22222]"Spasibo! Da, thanking you for attentions most medical. Having no need! Am Great Bazhooli! Strong in vays of [i]Fal'shbort[/i]! Like bear, carved of vood, vith fur of coarse and shaggy irons! Vooden, iron bear vhich [i]stabs[/i] and [i]Mamushkas[/i] vith grace, vigorousness, and vodka, good sir."[/color] He bowed low from the waist and stretched his arms out wide, demonstrating both an apparent lack of injury and the sort of histrionic gratitude that one might expect from the man, if they knew him for even a few minutes. As he rose, he trailed a hand back to take his cot by its collar, ruffle the garment with a quick snap of his wrist, and slide it over himself. [color=B22222]"Ah! There is hat..."[/color] Vladimir swept up his top hat, and with a flourish set it on his very dignified head. [color=B22222]"Much better."[/color] 

	The women who performed the brunt of the acts of badassery seemed content to discuss the ramifications and implications of this creature and the fight against it, trading ideas and doing some guesswork on the topic. Vlad thought it best to stay to the outside of this for the meantime. It did not fall into his wheelhouse anyway. The Grand Duchess was being tended to by Constantin and, be it just a delivery of potable water, William. All the same, he felt the need to walk over to them to check for himself that Elizaveta was okay. At first, just a careful watch from a coupe of paces out, before stepping inwards and asking a series of avuncular questions, were he to see something potentially difficult that he believed she wasn't giving proper attention. But none of that was necessary. She seemed to be fine s far as he could tell at a glance, minus some profound fatigue. 

	Constantin asked an interesting question, however. [color=B22222]"Da..."[/color] he said with some regard. [color=B22222]"I know not vhat this vas. Astral energies flowing around us at all times, yes? Astral vorld is like reflection of ours, but cannot see. I saw something. This day I saw a thing which has disturbing qvalities; exists as vorld along vith ours, like Astral, but is solid vorld. Nothing vas there - no church, no fight, no person or monsters at all. Felt like had less and also had more inside, heavy on Great Bazhooli's spirit."[/color] Vladimir nodded solemnly, finishing up with, [color=B22222]"Vhat bothers most? As [i]Gologramma[/i] became part of me again, vas not like vhisper and smoke; vas solid. Hit like mule kicking chest. Is not supposed to do this. Something vith energies..."[/color] he gestured about, indicating everything around him, [color=B22222]...is [i]wrong[/i]."[/color] Supposition, of course. But he could not deny that something highly unusual had just happened to him. 

	Vlad allowed a moment for his words to settle in and for his eyes to take a darker, more ominous expression. Then just as suddenly, his face changed to the optimistic and he declared allowed, [color=B22222]"More provisioning vith horse; great Brivaldi animal, Tolstoy!"[/color] He had ridden his horse into the church prior to the drama, which he pointed back toward now. [color=B22222]"Vill fetch."[/color]