Thread: Tales of the Meridian Society!  (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

There is nothing we can do for the ones already converted, he said quietly. Sam's eyes were wide with horror as she continued to stare at the mutilated woman, and she wiped at her mouth as if she had vomited. No... she murmured, voice shaking a little. No. There's got... got to be something we can do for her. For them. But they are perhaps hiding prisoners in another part of the mansion to await conversion. Here... Near the work table were stacks of body parts ready for use and he picked up two of the masks as well as two pairs of gauntlets to hide any flesh they might show. She flinched away from the mask and gauntlets . No! Loathing filled her voice. You cain't... Ah cain't wear.. wear that ! The fear in her voice disgusted her, but the thought of that mask and those gloves touching her, of the screws digging into her flesh and boring into bone, was hideous. We can more easily move about if we are disguised, if they think we are already converted, Erik answered, reasonably. Then he laid the mask and gloves down, turning to look for something else. Sam stared at them, forcing herself to breath slowly and deeply. You're right, of course, she finally said. No way we can fight our way through all a them. Flesh crawling, she holstered her automatic and slipped her right hand and arm into the armored glove. Nothing happened. No hooks or bolts dug in. If anything, it was slightly loose. Erik returned with a hat that - and she'd never actually ever admit this out loud - she thought was kind of cute. Slipping her left arm into the other gauntlet, she cocked her head and looked at him curiously. Here, he said without much further explanation. He piled Sam's hair on top of her head and hid it underneath the hat. Just be sure it does not fall off, ya? She'd once broken a man's jaw for commenting on her hair. But Erik's sure fingers didn't seem to bother her in the slightest as he tucked her hair under the hat and set it on her head. Ja, she said, then chuckled a little. Ah mean, yeah. No reason to attract attention, right? Now we find where they are hiding prisoners, we get the innocents out, then we take down this Devil Lord. She fumbled a little with the face mask, before getting it seated correctly. It smelled of leather and metal and old sweat, and was clammy and slightly damp on her forehead and cheeks. All in all, she decided, she'd be tearing it off the first chance she got. Sounds like a plan, she agreed cheerfully. Take him down. All the way back down to Hell, where he belongs. Erik led the way to the steps leading up from the basement to the rest of the house. He reached for Sam's hand but thought better of it, instead taking her arm. She hesitated for a moment, then crooked her arm and allowed him to do so. We're a right pair, she smiled behind her mask. Jus' two more o' th' Devil Lord's Machine-Man slaves, out fer a night on th' town. The stairs opened into a small enclosure just off the main hallway. Sam cracked the door and peered through. Looks clear, she whispered. That's good. Ah'd hate to have to trust our disguises more'n we need to. Behind the mask her brow furrowed in concentration. If'n Ah recall correctly, she finally said, Ah'm pretty sure Ah saw bars on th' windows on th' east side o' th' house. She glanced back at Erik, before remembering that neither one of them would be able to see the other's expressions beneath their masks. Mebbe th' prisoners are held there?