Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Anne Marie's heart fell when Yasmine confessed that she didn't know how her brother had met the Devil King. They would ask Ioseb, of course, but he was likely too smart to reveal his secrets. It was a relief that she didn't intend to return to the catacombs, however. Working would be easier without innocent--and not so innocent--civilians getting in the way then asking awkward questions afterward. She opened her mouth to speak again after Colin expressed concerns that they might not still be there when a voice interrupted her.
Kieran jumped and turned on his cushion and had a hard time not laughing. The man looked ridiculous, dressed as an ethnicity to which he didn't belong. Still, the pirate supposed he couldn't laugh too hard; he'd taken on much more ridiculous and flamboyant disguises before. Instead he simply shook his head and scooted over to make room. He was content to let the others talk: diplomacy and politics had never been his strong suit. It was much easier to torture for information and run a person through if they didn't tell you what you wanted to know. In situations which called for more finesse he was more than happy to let Anne Marie take the lead.
Madame LaMonte laughed a silvery sort of laugh as Ioseb plopped down next to her. "I think you were born to the wrong country, Monsieur," she teased gently. "You look quite handsome as a Turk." It was always good to flatter and, in some cases, seduce, especially in situations like this. She listened carefully as he described the lair they hadn't been able to get a good look at.
"Fortunately for us, they do not know where we are staying," she said with a smile. "And hopefully they did not get a good look at us. So tell us, Monsieur Jugashvili, how is it you wound up in such a place?"
Kieran jumped and turned on his cushion and had a hard time not laughing. The man looked ridiculous, dressed as an ethnicity to which he didn't belong. Still, the pirate supposed he couldn't laugh too hard; he'd taken on much more ridiculous and flamboyant disguises before. Instead he simply shook his head and scooted over to make room. He was content to let the others talk: diplomacy and politics had never been his strong suit. It was much easier to torture for information and run a person through if they didn't tell you what you wanted to know. In situations which called for more finesse he was more than happy to let Anne Marie take the lead.
Madame LaMonte laughed a silvery sort of laugh as Ioseb plopped down next to her. "I think you were born to the wrong country, Monsieur," she teased gently. "You look quite handsome as a Turk." It was always good to flatter and, in some cases, seduce, especially in situations like this. She listened carefully as he described the lair they hadn't been able to get a good look at.
"Fortunately for us, they do not know where we are staying," she said with a smile. "And hopefully they did not get a good look at us. So tell us, Monsieur Jugashvili, how is it you wound up in such a place?"