The Grounds

"Either you're going to the world's worst fashion show, or you're up to something..." I say from the branches.

She smirked "let's just go with worst fashion... Keep things simple."

I jump down landing right on my feet, "The blade is enough to disprove that."

"I guess keeping this simple is out of the question then?"

"That's the basic idea..." I look at her sadly, "You don't have to follow those instructions you know."

She sighed "it really isn't that easy.... And besides who knows what this guy has done...im imagining he's done enough to deserve more than what he's going to get."

"If that's the case, then help me arrest him. Put him on trial for his crimes, follow the real legal system."

She couldn't help the scoff the escaped her "your legal system is fucked..."

"We're improving things. Trust us, trust me if no one else."

She bit her lip and looked at him and then toward the front gates wondering how much trouble he would give her "i.." She stopped unsure of what to say.

"Leave it to me and my bro, we don't quite work in the conventional legal ways due to recent events."

She looked at him for a second her eyes were glowing slightly "I'm sorry.." And with that she flew toward the gates running incredibly fast just wanting to make it to the other side quickly.

Having no other choice in the matter, I give immediate pursuit.

Should he catch her..orrr what?

I leave that up to you

Hmm.. What if she makes it but he like grabs on as she apparates?

OOC Works for me

IC

I reach out to grab her arm to stop her.

She had already whipped her wand out to apparate as he grabbed her she swore loudly and both vanished with a loud crack.



Ooc to London?

To London!

"Виноград расцветает,
Виноград расцветает,
А ягодка, а ягодка созревает.

Виноград - Андрий сударь,
Виноград - Андрий сударь,
А ягодка, а ягодка свет Наталья!

Люди ими дивовались,
Люди ими дивовались,-
Как хороши, как пригожи уродилися они.

Дай Вам Бог совет-любовь,
Дай Вам Бог совет-любовь,
Во совете, да в любови, хорошо можно прожить! "


There was a firm amount of laughter from the lone Russian, after he finished the folk song that was, indeed, innocent enough.
Popping the bottle opening into his mouth and swigging Vodka down, holding a red-stained sunflower in his hand.

"Oh, they won't find the missing girl~ No they'll never ever know~ They won't find the missing girl, the ugly little hoe~"

His voice was sing-songey, cruel, yet as happy as any normal person on a holiday.

"Kolkolkolkol~"

"The hell ya singin' over thee?" I ask from a nearby branch. I jump down and land on my feet.

Ivan turned to see Joachim, blinking suddenly, a sober look and mood washing over him, though he smiled sweetly at Joa, his purple eyes twinkling.

"Old Russian song, Da~"
He chimed, his eyes bright.
"Learned during summer blizzards~"

"Russian huh? No goon of Chezhekov I hope..." I owe that guy WAY too much to be around one of his bitches.

The Russian chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"Name does not perk my ear. No, I do not work with that man."

Ivan tossed the bloodstained sunflower to the ground, again sipping the Vodka in his hand.

OOC Sorry for delay!

IC

I look at the sunflower, "Looks like ya in close to the same field..."