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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[sheiscapable]

She wants to ask if he's sure, because he really does seem like he needs a medic, and at this point the Organic Mechanic is actually too frightened of the Wives (a revelation, imagining anyne would actually be afraid of them!) to not do as he is bid - Nux is going to get the best care. But she doesn't, trusting him to know is own mind.

Instead she keeps hold of his hand, an begins to guide him deeper into the Citadel. It's just as much up as it is in, and the stairs cut out of rock that she's guiding him to lead to the very top of the Citadel, an heretofor forbidden zone full of lush greenery. Her fingers tighten around his. She's taking him to a sacred place.

[iamawaited]

Through all of this, from the very beginning, one hope has been recurring in Nux's heart: that whatever the reason the gates refuse to open for him -- or whatever the truth out there might really be -- that he's lived all this extra time to be able to do something great. He'd thought to do it with his death, and it's still an adjustment, trying to think of it as something he could do with his life.

But that's all to say that when he first gets to the green place, he wonders if this might have been it all along. He'd caught glimpses, the faintest glimpses of it before, moving through the aquacoladucts, and he's seen the produce, but... he'd never imagined that there was this much of it. It's almost too jarring to be beautiful, like he doesn't know how to love it. He grips her hand tightly, staring all around them, astonished.