[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] Soulless Fade Between
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	Not a man lost for words often, or at all, really, Vladimir's initial silence in the face of the sudden slide between realities was birthed of introspection. His [i]Gologramma[/i] was never intended for anything like this. At all. Ever. The development, as passed down from generation to generation, refined from one practitioner to another, was purely for the purpose of combating a specific type of Soulless native to the Russian Empire on even(ish) footing. The fact that it made for a fine tool in his arsenal as an entertainer just meant that he got to practice it more. And he was decent enough at it. This shift wasn't just unexpected. It should have been impossible. Drawing upon astral energies to made a copy that exists in the physical and astral simultaneously should have nothing to do with actually going anywhere. It [i]was[/i] impossible. Yet, here they were. 

	[color=B22222]"Elsevhere..."[/color] mused Vladimir, [color=B22222]"Elsevhere is good a name as any."[/color] He tapped the flat of his exposed blade on the brim of his hat, then twirled it between his fingers with practiced nonchalance. He took the opportunity to look around him, seeing who all came along on this joyride into oblivion. More importantly, their physical status after the fight and the sudden ...travel. They seemed intact, luckily no extremities were left behind. Wait, was that a possibility? An imperfect transport that left an arm or a foot behind, if they were just barely too far away from some undetermined radius? Was that why Elizaveta insisted on them holding hands? And if there was a radius for this newfound application of his [i]Gologramma[/i], did that make Constantin and the guy with the violin case very lucky, or determined by fate to accompany them? Such might be very lucky indeed. Or merely a setup for their eventual evisceration by hands unknown to them all.

	His assessment of the people around him (because after all, that's what matters most) complete, Vladimir turned his attention back to his own sense of dramatic purpose. [color=B22222]"Ve are alive. And ve are [i]Elsevhere[/i]. It is for maybes that [i]ve[/i] are vones being seek-ed."[/color] That was a sobering thought. [color=B22222]"Or perhaps, as ve are all here, ve vere supposed to find ...[i]each other[/i]..."[/color] His face darkened beneath the brim of his tall hat. He smiled, and continued, [color=B22222]"For [i]ve[/i] are vith the coming together; Great Bazhooli, Grand Duchess, Lady Crypt, Constantin Firevalker, and,"[/color] Vladimir looked over to the fifth of their number, forgetting whether or not the man had introduced himself nor whether Vlad himself had the presence of manners to ask. Still, he was hip-deep in his speech and couldn't just stop midspeech. [color=B22222]"...and eh, [i]Violin Guy![/i] Da, force to be reckoned vith, all ov us, together. [i]NOW[/i],"[/color] He paused, flicking out a second blade to twirl with the first, a bright smile forming, [color=B22222]"Here for purpose, da? Ve stay here for vaiting, ve go looking, or... does Great Bazhooli attempt vorld jumping [i]Gologramma[/i] vonce more? Maybe this time, ve try the same trick ...[i]ON FIRE?[/i]"[/color] Clearly, he was having too much fun with this.