<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/68/13/3668135e7257e12a9d6d14483073c7bd.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Adelaide Meeks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269826.msg13302961#msg13302961)</strong></span><br/><br/>Place:     A strange room with stranger people.<br/>Tagging:  The Wicked and the Dead<br/><br/>Adelaide's smile broadened at the corridor of clothes and she held up a finger, "<strong>Pardon me just a moment, if you would</strong>." She backed away from the door, returning to the bed chamber to pick up a stack of drinking glasses. Lady Meeks paused before leaving the room to reach out with her free hand and snuff out a candle.<br/><br/>She rubbed the black soot between her thumb and forefinger before applying a long dab across her eye lids, examining herself in one of the mirrors before joining the others in the clothing corridor. Adelaide reached for a soft leather coat that was far too big for her and laid it out on the ground. She grabbed a thick soled boot and brought it down on the glasses with a crash.<br/><br/>The red head clacked her teeth together like an insect as she picked through the glass shards. She picked out two long thin bits, two rounded bases and one small bit with a dull edge.<br/><br/>Those she set aside while bringing the shoe down on the rest, grinding them against the ground. It was a designer imposter recipe she had taught herself once when she had met an assassin who used, "Brittlby's Blind Powder", an alchemical dust that blackened the eyes of its victims and left weeping holes of maggots in their eye sockets! She just used broken glass dust, which was not as mystical but so much cheaper.<br/><br/>Adelaide took the leather shoe lace in her teeth and pulled it free from the boot with a yank. She gripped one of the glass blades in her silk clad hand and shredded through the leather, cutting swaths of the coat free, before gathering up the ground glass in two bundles.<br/><br/>She split the leather cord and used it to bind the pouches, before moving onto the 2 rounded glass pieces. It was on some level horrific to watch the alacrity with which she armed herself as she sharpened the glass against the stone floor.<br/><br/>Once she had finished making them deadly sharp, she began digging through the shoes before finding a pair of tall heeled boots. She jammed the glass into the tread of the boot arch, wiggling it into place. Nestled in the arch, they did not impact walking but would cut the throat of anyone whose neck she stood on.<br/><br/>She cut long strips of leather from the sleeves, wrapping and binding them around the base of her glass shivs. Meeks wrapped the last small glass shard in a scrap of leather before packing it in her cheek with a practiced smugglers panache.<br/><br/>The tiny woman finally got to her feet and began digging through clothes. She picked out a white blouse and dark corseted vest combo, setting it aside as she chose her stockings and undergarments with greater consideration than she had spent making her blades. She selected black lace, which was one of her favorite choices when it came to battle vestments.<br/><br/>She stood up on  the tips of her toes to grasp a lovely top hat, careful of the hat pins. Adelaide typically would taint them with poison but she was just now getting her bearings and testing her new body. Dressing was a quick affair, as she found places in her corset to hide her glass shanks.<br/><br/>Curiously, she noticed the row of belts and looked down at her silk pillow case, "<strong>Hmmm, doable</strong>.." She dropped the silk case carelessly before grabbing a handful of belts, testing them between two hands as if imagining what they would feel like on her or someone else's neck. She fastened them about her corset, knowing she could never have enough leather straps in the wild. She chose a pair of fingerless gloves to complete her ensemble, finally feeling closer to her old self again. She looked at herself in the mirror once more before sharply slapping herself against both cheeks for color,<strong>"I shall try being candid with you all as we are all... colleagues, but I am not very good at it. Let me admit to you, I was not so foolish as to put my tongue into a powder keg, Cassandra. Your gifts were not well understood at the time. And do not be silly. Civility and nobility aren't what makes us better, my little cabbage. We are wolves amongst sheep. They are meat. That is what makes us better.</strong>"