MAD MAX SANDBOX POST

[iamawaited]

Welcome to the Wasteland: a sandbox/open post for Mad Max RP

(Seriously, go nuts.

That's what this canon is for.)

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[antiseed]

(she stares at him for a long, even moment, desperately trying to process this information. eventually she turns back and rests her chin on her knees again, staring at the grass as it sways in the breeze. the immortan is dead.

she can see furiosa's plan laid out neatly before her now, knowing that. he had taken his entire war party out to chase them across the sand, leaving the citadel unattended. she hiccups on a breath, and presses her cheek into her knees, squeezing her eyes shut tight. the relief is unbearable. there's something else there too, something twisted and scared, a small part of her that thinks he'll be the next to show up.

when she gets a grip on herself again she stands, unable to help marveling at how easy it is to stand now that she isn't carrying the extra weight of a child with her.)

You helped them? (she asks, coming to stand opposite the war boy, drawing herself up tall before him.)

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[He watches her grapple with it, feeling lost and unsure. This place is her place; he doesn't understand it, and he doesn't know if he understands what looks like grief or fear or both to him.

Well, no. He understands it perfectly well, if that is what it is. He just doesn't understand why it's hers. Isn't she happy? Hadn't she hated him? Or does she feel just as confused as Nux without him, even so?]

I tried.

[That's another kind of grief. He wishes he knew what happened next. What had happened to Capable... He swallows.]

I drove the rig into the canyon pass. To bring the rocks down -- block the pursuit coming back.

[antiseed]

Oh.

(it's all that angharad can think to say. she doesn't feel badly about facing him harshly, before– she hadn't understood, then, and how could she have known what he did? she feels badly for him now, instead. she isn't sure how she is supposed to react.

her mind is still reeling from the amount of information he's threaded her.)

... Thank you. (gratitude is always a good start. she startles herself with how sincere she sounds when she says it, but if he sacrificed himself to aid in their escape, why shouldn't it be so? she had been prepared to do the same. she's touched to know she isn't alone in that respect.)

[iamawaited]

[He doesn't blame her for it, though it does make him a little awkward around her now. If she were Capable, Furiosa, he might know how to take the thank you. With Angharad... He's just as unsure as she is, if not moreso, and all he can think to do is give her an uncomfortable nod.

Like her, he's still dressed the same, right down to the mismatched boots. He hitches his thumbs in his belt and hunches a little, ducking his head as he glances around.]

What is this place?

[antiseed]

(she takes her time with answering, slow turning in place on the spot to take in the green, and the trees.)

I don't know, (she admits eventually, fingernails pressing gentle into her palms. something old and half-forgotten bubbles to the surface as she thinks, something she thinks miss giddy must have mentioned to her a long time ago.)

Maybe this is Heaven.

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Heaven.

[He echoes it without any real understanding. Then he thinks of the Dag, though, praying to anyone who would listen, and he wonders if someone heard.]

Wonder why.

[Why this place. Why them, and not any of the others who'd died.]

[antiseed]

Mmm.

(maybe it is only a stop on the way to something else.

still, she's glad she got to see it. she loves the trees, how the steady breeze makes the leaves rustle gently above them. it's hot, but not so much that sweat sticks to the back of her knees and under her arms.)

Whatever it is, I wouldn't mind staying.