A few days... She might be able to pull it off, she probably wouldn't be getting much sleep after today though. She glances back at him, missing the smile, briefly studying the mask on his face. "I could try... How long has it been on there, though? Skin tends to grow and attach to everything. Believe me on that." She taps her metal arm with the wrench for emphasis, walking to the center of the room. She looks over her tools, pulling up a rusted and a well used looking saw. "I got enough pow'r left in a fusion cell t' try to get that off of ya. It's probably gonna hurt like a mother."

Pain was no matter, it was the fact that he was not sure how long exactly the mask had been on. "It's been over ten years I know that much. And..." He gulp as he remembered what happened. "I don't know if it will work, the old fool you see he scalped me before he welded it on. Talk about hurting like a mother trucker." He laughed a bit, though it was a nervous laugh. He again found himself running a hand over the fur on his right arm the bracelet jingling softly as he did. Darim looked at the woman, longing for help. "It's alright if you can't help, I understand if you can't I just wanted to know if anyone could..." His tone was pain filled and sorrowful. He looked away as tears peaked at his eyes.

She falters for a moment, eyes dimming at how long the mask had been on the poor man's face. No doubt the skin had probably long since fused to the metal, and even if she could take the contraption off it would take days, days neither of them had it seemed. The pain in his voice causes her jaw to clench, the feeling of helplessness dropping to the pit of her stomach and spreading through out her body. "I can't promise I'll be able t' get that off... It might be possible, but it would take time." she says in a voice that's desperately trying to cover the sympathy she has for him.

Why did he even bother? No one was going to help him, he was helpless. Darim turned away from her trusting her enough to leave his back facing her. "It doesn't matter as long as it will get this stupid thing off." He grabbed a chair from the side lines and sat in it with his head forward and down cast. "Do it if you are, just cut the whole scalpe away if you want to I don't care anymore."

"Trust me when I say I don't want to."

She's seen enough bloodshed, brought on by those around her, sometimes by herself. Scars were something she both seemed to create and carry... Smirking at man in front of her, Mercury starts the saw, mechanical knuckles creaking as she holds the tool in a vice like grip. "You'd best hold still, Bud. I have a deadline to meet, so I'm not going to be gentle with this." She knows he's said that he wouldn't care, but she cares enough to give the man a warning. "I'm gonna start just above the weld, alright? When I got more time, I'll hack off whatever's left over."

This is what he wanted was it not? Darim nodded slowly then grew still. "Last time I tried though there was blood and lots of it." He warned her this time. Anything to be able to see his face again, even if he had big bald spot on the top of his head, and a scar to match. But his face was likely to be unharmed which was what he wanted, though he was still unsure. "Alright, let's do this...."

"There's probably going to be a lot of blood this time, too. And sparks. You're probably gonna get burned from this." She takes a breath to steel herself, then one more as she approaches the man. Was she really about to do this? Mercury raises the saw up, letting the whirling blade rest mere inches away from the metal mask. Suppose I am... "Here we go... Three, two, one..."

Burned? Too late now. Darim shut his eyes as the saw cut into the metal. His ears rang at first then his whole head shook from the momentum of the saw. 'Anything to get the mask off, anything to get it off.' He reminded himself. Something popped suddenly, the weld snapped under the pressure freeing the back of the mask. Blood trickled down the side of his face. They were so close to getting it off.

She grits her teeth as the shower of sparks kicked up, the thought to get the make shift welding mask she had popping up in her mind. But it was too late for that now. She has to adjust herself every time his head moved, though the woman is too focused to say anything on it. He can't help it. A metallic snap brings the briefest of smiles to her face, though it's gone as soon as she sees the blood. "I think we almost got it... Hang in there." she calls over the shrill grinding of metal.

What other choice did her have? If he sit up he would get cut by the saw, and if be left it on now he would die. Two more welds, just to more. It already felt better to have that much off, not to mention to be able to feel the air on the top of his head again. It was almost pleasing if you could look passed the fact that there was a saw cutting at his head. The second weld snaps leaving only one. The mask felt heavy all of a sudden, though it was more like removing a burden then anything else. More blood trickled down into his face but he didn't care. After nearly ten years if not more it was almost off.