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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[witness_this]

"Wait here."

She instructs him, and then gets to her feet. Furiosa is moving very carefully- a punctured lung is not something you walk off, and she'd had a dozen other serious bumps and scrapes besides. But she makes it to the shelf where some of the room's old trinkets still live, and brings back to him one of Joe's baubles for the girls. A book.

It's fairy tales, not that that makes a difference right now, what she wants him to see is the paper. She limps over to him and settles, with something just shy of a gasp, down on the edge of his cot, and opens it up to the centre, so the sheets fan out. It's stained, yellowed, and old, but still, she offers it for him to touch.

"Gentle, but feel this. These are like leaves, except this is dead, and leaves are alive. Imagine, this, with the feel of skin warmed by the sun. Alive, and with a scent like the freshest, cleanest thing you can imagine. Each one-" Making a circle with her forefinger and thumb "-small, like this, and attached to the tips of the branches. Millions, on every tree."

[iamawaited]

Nux watches her curiously, though he respects her enough to purposefully take no notice at all of the way she limps or the tiny hitch in her breath as she sits down. She is here to show him something; he masks his own discomfort, too, as he shifts painfully to look. Fortunately, his hands are undamaged, as agile as the day he first picked up a socket wrench. He takes the leaf from her with due caution, holding it by the stem and twisting it carefully back and forth in his fingers as he examines it. When she says scent, he gives it a sniff.

This is dead, and leaves are alive, she says. He tries to imagine it alive, maybe rippling in the wind like the shiny wire-grass. Fresh and clean aren't words that come up often in his part of the Citadel, so he looks around this room -- easily the cleanest place he's ever been -- and breathes in deep, though his ribs and Larry and Barry all complain at him for it. There they are, his old mates: shrunken with whatever they've given him, but never forgotten. Not worth thinking about, right now. He turns his attention back to the leaf.

"Do we have them in the green place here?" he asks, twisting it again. "Leaves? Trees? Grass? Or is it all in..." The other one. The one she wants to grow in the ruins of Valhalla.

[witness_this]

"We do. And Capable will take you, once you've had a little more rest."

She says, taking it gently back, closing the book and setting it aside- but in reach, in case he needs.

"Do you think you could try to sleep, until then?"

It would give her a chance to, as well, and they both need it.

[iamawaited]

He only just woke up, he wants to protest, but either he's in worse shape than he thought or they've given him something, because he finds when she says it that he probably could if he tried. He doesn't really want to. It seems like a waste when they both agree that his time is limited, and besides, he wants to hear more about the new world he helped create.

He's more used to following orders than not, though, so he gives a reluctant nod and gingerly lies back down, curling up on his side this time so that both the book and Furiosa's cot are in his line of sight. "I'll be strong again soon," he murmurs. It won't change the outcome, but she'd offered him a choice, and he still wants to go out fighting.