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

Sam followed Erik's lead, trying to match his military stride as he stiffly marched into the kitchen. She wasn't as polished - the Tejas Rangers were a police force, after all, not a military - but she managed without attracting any attention. Taking a position at one of the half-empty carts, she waited. And waited. Sure was a lot of food, she decided. And more'n 50 tin bowls. But the must be keeping the prisoners alive, and even relatively healthy. The 'gruel' appeared to be more of a stew of barkey and lentils and root vegetables. Probably even be tasty, with a marrow bone and some seasonings. But probably nutritious. The Machine-Men in front shifted, carts rattling to life as they begsn moving. Swallowing hard she fell in behind them. Why oh why did this have to be covert?
Thread: Tales of the Meridian Society!  (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Erik felt his stomach tighten in hunger as he stared at the bowls of stew. It occurred to him he hadn't eaten since the previous evening. They had been going and doing so much that they had forgotten to eat. He gripped the cart a little more tightly and kept from sighing. It certainly smelled good. They were moving. Erik quickly fell in step, following the others out of the kitchen and down the hall. As predicted, it was a straight shot down the very long corridor to the cells in the east wing. A series of zigs and zags through the more labyrinthine wing. Suddenly they stopped and Herr Heinz-Schmidt nearly ran into the automaton in front of him. The Machine-Man at the front of the little convoy stepped out of line to unlock a heavy iron door. Please let us go! Mercy! Have you no souls? Pitiable wails came from within and Erik shuddered as they walked in. He followed the other automatons' leads, bending stiffly at the waist to set food down and slide them under the cell bars. He wanted to whisper to them that they were about to be rescued, but to do that would be to risk everything just for a little assurance.
Thread: Tales of the Meridian Society!  (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Erik shuddered at the sight of the cells, giving Sam a moment's concern that he'd give them away. But the German scientist mastered himself quickly, continuing the charade of being an automaton with uncanny skill. Being a waltzing champion, she decided, must teach all kinds of control. The iron door was heavy, balanced to swing shut once it was no longer closed. The walls were thick, effectively muffling all sounds, and there were no signs of any speaking tubes or periscopes. Good. That made this easier. She pushed a bowl through the slot, watching the little girl on the other side stare blankly at her. She'd seen that expression before, more times than she cared to think. Children, women, even men had it when they'd lost all hope. Smiling behind her mask, she winked. Rising, she reached back inside her duster as she spun. Her free hand grabbed the Machine-Man's face, jerking him backwards and stretching his neck. As she did, her right gauntlet clattered to the ground and a hand whipped around gripping twelve inches of glittering steel. Her pappy's Bowie knife, the only gift she'd ever had from the man. Blood and other fluids spurted as she half-cut half-chopped into the Machine-Man's throat, opening it to the spine. The other Machine-Man jerked around as Sam let the first corpse tunble to the ground. She twisted, using her gauntleted hand to bat the hybrid's arm and heat ray out of line, then drove the keen point of the Bowie into the hybrid's voicebox and out the back of his neck. The point grated on metal and bone, and the Machine-Man stared blankly at her for a moment. Sam tore the knife free, twisting it as she did. Welp, she said, nimbly dodging the spray of hydraulic fluid and blood, they led us here. Figgure we don't need them no more.
Thread: Tales of the Meridian Society!  (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Erik bent to slide a bowl beneath the cell bars of a man only a little younger than himself who was most certainly once heartily built before being left to waste away here. He heard the grate of metal on metal and jerked quickly to a standing position, only to hit his head on the heavy lock on the way up. He was bent double for a few moments at the most, rubbing the back of his head, before straightening to see Sam standing amongst a mess of bodies and fluids. He stared blankly at her for a few moments before pulling off his mask. What did you do ? He looked down at the automatons, still leaking blood and fluids, before turning a confused expression back up to Sam. Welp, they led us here. Figgure we don't need them no more. Erik blinked once. Twice. It made sense, he supposed, though a little heads up would have been nice. He was simply glad he had been put with someone who could handle herself so efficiently. His mask clattered to the ground as he let it slip from his fingers before he pulled off one of the gauntlets and let it fall as well. I hope you do not mind, but I am keeping this. He gestured to the wrist-mounted heat ray. I need a weapon. Let us try to get everyone out before sturdier automatons are notified. He aimed the heat ray at the nearest lock, which after a few moments sprung open, the metal thoroughly melted. Do not be afraid, Erik said quietly to the woman huddled at the back of the cell. We are here to help.
Thread: Tales of the Meridian Society!  (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

One by one the prisoners emerged into the basement hallway, blinking in surprise. Sam let Erik handle the locks - she was a decent shot with a heater, but she didn't have the fine touch of the German inventor. Instead she set herself to keeping an eye on the door, and getting the prisoners organized. S, es cierto. Estamos aqu para ayudarle, she told them, her Spanish owing much more to the Mexican than the Castillian, but comprehensible enough. Come. Usted necesitar su fuerza. Finally, they were all loose. With that, she scooped up their fallen gauntlets and handed Erik back his mask. Reckon we'll still need these, she told him, removing his hat and gently pulling the brass mask back over his face. Once we get these here folk outside, we still gotta find th' Devil Lord. She grimaced as she pulled her own mask back on, and stuffed her arm back into the gauntlet. Be a might easier, if'n we ain't gotta shoot our way to him. A pause. Specially if'n they call out th' sturdier Machine-Men you mentioned. A pause. Then she put his hat back on his head. Y'all ready, Erik? Then she glanced over her shoulder. Mantenga en secreto, amigos. Vamos a salir de aqu. OOC I am trusting Google Translate for my Spanish, here.
Thread: Tales of the Meridian Society!  (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

As Sam spoke to the prisoners Erik paused in his work, his eyebrows raised in mild surprise. A smile played at his lips, but he went back to his work. Still, there was something not quite right...they couldn't just let fourty or fifty prisoners walk loose about the castle like this. He spotted shackles against the wall and crossed to grab them. No, no, no te preocupes, he soothed a woman who began to cry and back away as he approached her. Slo necesitamos una manera de sacarte de aqu. Es slo un disfraz. Confe en nosotros. He gently clasped the shackles around her wrists, making sure to show her he wasn't locking them before moving on to the next person in line, essentially creating an unsecured chain gang. You speak Spanish, Erik mentioned lightly as Sam removed his hat and pulled his mask over his face before handing him his other gauntlet, I am impressed. He didn't mention that he himself spoke eight languages living languages and two dead ones--Latin and Sanskrit--but linguistics was his occupation. It was somewhat expected. Y'all ready, Erik? You know, that is a rather curious thing that's almost entirely unique to your dialect, this referring to a singular as a plural. Particularly in the second person. I really-- Sam put his hat back on him and he clamped his lips shut. Stupid. Babbling. Yes, I'm ready. Mantegna en secreto, amigos. Vamos a salir de aqui. The best way to get them out would be to lead them back to the laboratory, Erik muttered from the corner of his mouth as they walked through the heavy iron doors, leading the chain of escapees. Act like we are taking them for reconstruction then sneak them out the way we came in.
Thread: Tales of the Meridian Society!  (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

You speak Spanish, Erik mentioned lightly as Sam removed his hat and pulled his mask over his face before handing him his other gauntlet, I am impressed. Shucks, t'wern't nuthin', Sam mumbled, feeling unaccountably embarrased by his praise. Ah'm from Tejas , after all. Y'learn Spanish, comin' from there. Speak some Nahuatl as well, an' Apache an' Hopi. An' a bit o' Creole French, too. Trying to distract herself she focused on the importance of staying disguised, so they didn't have to fight their way through assembled ranks of Machine-Men hybrids. Finally, she asked Y'all ready, Erik? You know, that is a rather curious thing that's almost entirely unique to your dialect, this referring to a singular as a plural. Particularly in the second person. I really-- Smiling behind her mask, she perched his hat back on his head. We c'n talk about mah dialect after we get finished here, she said, not unkindly. Yes, I'm ready. Good. She glanced over her shoulder. Mantenga en secreto, amigos. Vamos a salir de aqu. The best way to get them out would be to lead them back to the laboratory, Erik muttered from the corner of his mouth as they walked through the heavy iron doors, leading the chain of escapees. Act like we are taking them for reconstruction then sneak them out the way we came in. Right, she muttered back. The walk back was short, but nerve-wracking. With every step Sam was convinced she could feel invisible eyes on her, watching everything they did. And the people they'd rescued were, understandably, anxious. They looked around wildly, keeping up a murmured litany of prayers and curses as they did. Fortunatly, it lent an air of authenticity to their proceedings. Finally, they reentered the laboratory. Sam crossed the room, cracking open the exterior door and glancing through. It's clear, she said, before adding Est vaco. Pngase en marcha - ir a la orilla del ro, luego seguir al sur. Some of the prisoners nodded, and the rest looked frightened but determined. El pueblo ms cercano est a unos treinta kilmetros ro abajo.
Thread: Tales of the Meridian Society!  (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Erik, too, felt eyes on the back of his neck. It was highly disturbing and he wished he could shake the feeling. He felt like a shepherd leading frightened livestock through a tight pass with unseen wolves pressing in on all sides. He wished he could comfort them somehow, assure them that their escape was real, but he simply kept on in his stiff walk down the long corridor. Once they reentered the laboratory, Sam crossed the room and checked outside. The coast was clear. The prisoners nodded as she told them to get to the river, that the closest village was about twenty miles down stream. Still, for some reason, they stood. Erik's heart pounded in his chest, creeping up his throat. They were running out of time. He pulled the chains off of them as Sam spoke and when they didn't start going he opened the door a little wider and motioned to the smooth lawn and the glittering river beyond. Vais! Correis! Ahora! He motioned out the door. Rapido!
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

OOC Hey Creeya this is so cool! Yeah like Sencreeya said this is an RP between her and I! Name- Randolph Gates Age- Sixteen Gender- Male Description- Randolph has shoulder length caramel brown hair and light soft gray eyes. He is shorter than other sixteen-year-old boys being at five foot six. Personality- Randolph is shy and quiet. He doesn't really talk that much or at least not like other people. He's scared not of the world but of his dad and mostly his poker budies. Randolph is reserved putting up a wall or mask to hide behind. He is nice though but he is confused about what's going on so he withdraws back into his own world. Bio- Randolph grew up with his dad gambling almost everything away. In fact one of his earliest memories was watching his dad gamble. Of course his dad saw him and hurt him. His mom was sweet and would always protect him. That lasted until he was ten. Then she passed away leaving the boy in the hands of his almost neglectful father. After his mom was gone Randolph started to create his own world. It was to block the pain and misery of his life. He didn't care that you weren't supposed to do that. What else did he have! So he withdrew never really talking to his father maintaining a distance that has lasted to this day. When he met Keegen he was lost and didn't know where he was going. Sometimes it always felt like that. The older teen helped him when other kids avoided him or called him names because of his dad's excessive gambling. Soon they were hanging out and listening to music. By that point in his life Randolph had stopped caring about his family. The only family he had had died six years ago and Jonathan Gates was not his father! He lived mostly on his own learning to cook. In the rare times he did see him the man invoked so much fear into the boy that he would do as the gruff and uncaring man ordered him to do. That was the only reason he hadn't run or gone back down into that basement. His dad had threatened him and Randolph recoiled from those thoughts. Although his mask covers his feelings and emotions deep inside Randolph wants someone to break through the tough exterior. He knows that once someone discovers his real true emotions and feelings and not the cool uncaring boy he would be safer. However people haven't tried and he wonders if anyone will. So will Keegen rescue Randolph? Will he break in? Or will Randolph be closed off and hidden for the rest of his life? Stay tuned and find out! LO!
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen kept his face straight and towards the ground as his father walked him over to the house not far from his, a house he had been to about two times, but now would be living there, for a year, as a slave. The word made him shudder, of course he had to do things before, but he always got to come home. Rick had a stride about him that was not proper or fatherly in the slightest for this occasion. He was even smirking and chatting on the way there as if they were going to a friendly football watch rather than a slave exchange. Alrighty we are gonna show those Gates! Just wait! You get in there Kee, and just get all the information you can! We will take them down from the inside out. It's Gen. What? If your going to nickname me, its Gen. The seventeen year old said stalely as Rick just snorted and knocked upon the Gate's grand door.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Randolph was not happy. In fact he was angry. He didn't want a slave as if the servant could emprove their relationship. He was laying on his couch in his room cursing mentally and hating Jonathan more and more. Well He refused to treat him like a servant tat was for damn sure. As their was knock on the gates Jonathan laughed smirking. The property has arrived he thought walking out and opening the gate. He smirked at Rick. Ah Rick you've brought your son! He had a fake smile on his face as he talked and looked down at Keegen before looking back to Rick.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Rick also smiled hugely at the man,Johnathan! My good man, glad we could resolve this without resorting to the courts or anything. He reached into a bag and than into the folder handing the whole thing over, These are the papers all drawn up wit hour agreement and signed myself and son, Keegen. Keegen looked up at the man, smooth features on his face before nodding and using his manners, It's a pleasure to met you, Master Gates. Gen of course had no idea he was for his son and not him, in fact he had never met the man in till now, even when he was over.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Jonathan smiled and accepted the folder. Yes nice to meet you too. He muttered nodding and pulling Keegen in. Well yes I'm glad this didn't have to resort court either. Well have a nice day. He pulled the boy with him, up the stairs and down the hall. He knocked on the door before pushing the door and leading Keegen. Boy this is your slave! He said pushing Keegen in and giving his son a disgusted look. Then he turned to Keegen. Now you do whatever he orders you too got it? He asked before leaving and slamming the door shut. Randolph sighed and lay back on the couch. Well Keegen hey. He said cranking his music up louder. Guess your here too. So welcome! Just enjoy and relax!
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen gasped very softly expecting the man would pull him in but still not completely ready for it, his ebony eyes fell to his father, a fleeing look of timid fear that a kid would get right before going to their first sleepover away from home, only this one lasted an entire year. But it vanished as his father waved goodbye with a wink and was on his merry way. He obediently followed the man without any complaints about the man's grip or his tugging. He still managed to kept his balance as he was pushed in making shoving look a bit graceful. When addressed, Keegen looked up at the man, Yes sir! He nodded sharply before turning to Randolph as he spoke, Hey. He spoke before remembering and quickly adding, Master. Keegen stood still and looked around, on the outside he was alert and a bit tense but on the inside he was heavily unsure of what to do and embarrassed.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen please drop the master stuff! Jonathan isn't here so just talk to me like normal ok? Listen though when he's around though you gotta do that stuff ok? He asked then grinned. His features then smoothed out like always it did so he couldn't see the emotions that were fighting to get out. So what kind of music do you like? He asked skipping through the tracks and settling on a song.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen just stared at Randolph before coming over to his sofa and sitting down and stretching out very nonchalantly, Yeah okay, I get it, if that is what you want, Randolph....better you than him. An easy smile crossed his face, How about something from imagine dragon when this song is over? Keegen requested sinking in more to the couch. This boy as well hid his emotions as he had been schooled and taught too, never been able to express them fully.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Mky. When the song was over Randolph pushed three times and demons came on. This is one cool song! He said starting to sing along grinning slightly.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen smiled in response and as demons came on, he started to hum smiling lightly as Randolph started to sing along himself. Humming was as far as Keegen he would not go, he did not sing. This is one of my favorite songs from them along with Monster. Keegen was thinking that this whole deal may not be half bad, but he was no foolish anymore an knew it was still early to see for sure. We are still made of greed, hm wonder who that line is talking about. The male sarcastically mentioned swishing one leg lazily about.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Randolph with no humor in his smile. Both of our fathers! he said bitterly his mask snapping back in place. Anyway they're not here so He sighed and looked around. Want some food? He asked gring and gettingup
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen tilted his head he was observant and reserved so he could pick up on the difference even if it was quick and swift, Ding ding ding, and Randolph wins the round. Came the cool response before the male slipped into a standing position, I am, really actually. Gen admitted.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

As they headed down Randolph once down headed over to the stove and started cooking. He made a good meal grabbing two plates and piling it high with fried potatoes and sausage and gravy along with chedar garlic biscuits. He made another plate sticking it in the mocrowave before joining Keegen at the table. Well after this I'll give you a tour! He said before starting to dig.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen got up and followed after Randolph who led him through the rather big home. Keegen silently observed taking notes of any or all exits. Just in case. Keegen frowned lightly even as the good smells teased his stomach making it rumble, Mast. Er I mean.... Randolph, you should allow me to cook, I am here to serve and assist. Though the teen sat and watched the plate go in the mircowave no doubt for his father.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Hmm maybe next time! Randolph said although he promised himself that he wouldn't. Keegan wasn't his slave. Sure when his dad was around, but other times no way! As he ate his stomach came alive and he started eating more grinning widely. See good right? He asked wiping his mouth with his napken. He liked that he and his dad didn't have sit down meals. It was better that way. They could keep their distance from one another and Randolph didn't have to pretend that they were a family when they clearly weren't.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen nodded waiting for Randolph to eat first before he even picked up his fork and slowly he began to eat, the gravy was warm and savory and slicked down his throat. It's very good thank you. He listened to how he might beable to cook, I can make about anything you could want, in any style. Keegen insisted. He ate a bit more before stopping. Food deprivation a been a thing in his life, so he never ate much. Master, may I use the restroom?Gen had forgotten to not call Randolph that already he turned his eyes towards the boy that held a collective inquire in their dark dephs.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Randolphfrowned. Yeah you don't have to ask. Unless of course you plan on escaping then I gotta do something! Just call me Randolph though Gen! He said sounding a bit annoyed. He turned and began to eat again licking his lips and turned picking up his empty plate. There was a bit more for each of them so he topped them off and began to eat again. He hadn't eaten that much today.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Keegen turned slightly and nodded gently, I did not mean to offend you. I sincerely apologize, I forgot. I will not run. I belong to you now. He than walked out the room into the hallway standing there for a second looking a bit lost, but not because he did not know where the bathroom was, no, because Randolph was not acting like a master that he now was, but the title he called friend, it was confusing beyond belief and had him on edge inside. Only inside, on the outside that smooth face collective look rained victorious. The male found the toilet and did use it, but took careful note of things as he walked back. His father had assigned him a task and as much as he hated it, he....he still.....still, was a son to his father. Yet he was conflicted. Sitting back down, he saw the food on his plate, more than he left. Picking up the fork, he began to eat again.
Thread: Breaking The Habit (Sencreeya and Kuziya)

Randolph sighed as Keegen left. Was he going to do this all the time? He mentally hit himself. He wanted and needed to smooth the mask back over him so he didn't get hurt. He finished eating placing the dishes in the sink then sat down smirking slightly. Well was this his new horrible life? If it was then he was going to hate it. As Keegen came back Randolph folded his arms and waited. He had a layout of the house designed to completely avoid the basement. If Keegen got curious then several defensive plans would be set into motion. He was ready.