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Who: Imperator Furiosa
Broadcast: Yes; Accidental arrival video
Action: Marsiva
When: 7/24

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[There's not much in the way of audio to this feed. Furiosa wakes and sits up, casting a wary eye over her surroundings. Her right hand reaches up to ghost fingers over her face, where she found her previous wounds nonexistant. How long had she been she out? They couldn't have cleared up overnight. That wasn't possible. Her attention shifts to find her clothes are cleaner than they've ever been, quite literally, and the idea that she was out of the them for any length of time it took to get them clean was disconcerting. Her neutral expression pulls into a slight frown.

The room is unfamiliar, the architecture and decor too clean and sterile. It's an alien environment, for someone who's spent a lifetime in a poisoned world, surrounded by dust and wind and scorching sun. She doesn't trust it.

Furiosa finally stands, and it's here the camera gets a good angle on her left arm, ending in a stump just below the elbow. It doesn't seem to deter Furiosa much as she stops to finally pick up the communicator and turn it over in her right hand. This is certainly unlike any tech she'd seen before. And why was that little red light blinking?]

Action

It's time to survey her surroundings. Her thick boots make a resonating tok tok tok as she takes long strides through the Hospitality Deck on the Marvisa. Her augment is filling in some of the gaps; the idea of the vastness of space and existence of other planets and star systems, but she's still wary. What happened at the Citadel that brought her here? Where were the others, the Wives? The Warboys?

Once she reaches the viewing bay, she'll stick around for a while. It is so absolutely unlike any other vista she's ever seen; foreign and exotic in ways she can't even describe. It was one thing to be looking up into a star-studded sky from the ground, shifting sand under her feet, a chilled nighttime breeze, but it's something else altogether to see it from within the void itself; from relative safety and comfort within the ship.

The cafeteria is greeted with wariness. While her world had a severe shortage of food and water, she was unwilling to trust such an unlimited supply right off the bat. She wasn't that hungry, yet. She would stay a while, observing others, noting their habits and trying to see if there were any lingering effects.

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... even when it comes out of a machine?

[ ... He never thought of that. Of course, he'd never thought of purposefully making food bad either. It was usually just that he sucks at cooking that his food turned out not good. ]

... and I don't think I have anything ripe here.... [ His little apples aren't quite ripe, and the little oranges have just startled looking like trees. ]

.... but that wouldn't help you, you're on the big ship where new people show up...

Never had it from a machine. [All the more reason to distrust it, really. But she realizes she will have to eat, sometime. It's worth looking into. She just needs to know more about the people in charge.]

Big ship? So there are more?

Its a little funny looking, but doesn't taste that bad.

[ Some nodding, complete with leaf rustling sounds as his hair moves. ]

A lot more! ... Or.. [ He counts on his fingers. ]

... well, 17 is a lot, but not a lot a lot?

That's not what turned your face blue, is it? [She has to ask.]

A lot, then. [Far more than she's used to, certainly, which is none. That was even a lot for a standard Warparty. Size wise, however, it's nearly incomprehensible.] And why? [Why ships? Why space?] You said this is where the new people show up?

[She needed to find the Wives.\

[ What's blue? Three, two, one. OH. ]

I am all.. I am purple, not blue. I didn't know food could make you change colors... [ Yes, that is clearly the most important part to nitpick. But here, he raises a hand to the video, and sure enough, his hand is the same pale purple as his face. Just more obviously a mix of plants, woven roughly like bone and muscle that make up a hand. ]

Uuuhmm. Why is.. I think because space-ships are better than cloud-ships for exploring? The little ships fly around the big ship, and the big ship goes to new places! We've been to... .. three planets after I got here? [ He thinks? ]

Yes! At the end of the week, you leave the big ship and end up on one of the smaller ships. But if you don't like your small ship, you can ask to get sent to another one, next week.

Purple. My mistake. [Doesn't make him any less odd. In fact, the further detail she sees of him the less sure she knows what he is. She'd never seen any plants resemble human bones and sinew, and while she may have had more experience with plants than most, and while she may have known people to alter their appearances in both temporary and permanent manners (herself included), they were still very much human of a sort underneath.

She's not so sure she can say the same about this kid.

For now, Furiosa decides to hold onto this information. She can question him further if they ever meet up.]

Hm. I'm familiar with that tactic. [Considering she was in charge of the 'big ship' herself, she's quite intimate with it. And how to break free of it. This, at least, is some promising information.] What if I prefer to stay on the big ship?

It is okay, purple and blue are close. [ ... And his eyes are actually a very pale blue, but that's beside the point. ]

.... I don't know. I don't remember getting to pick which of the small ships I got to, so I don't know if you can pick to go back to the big one. I like my ship, so I never looked... [ Even if he has one crew mate who thinks he's a demon. ]

Hm. [She'll have to look into it, if she could find someone in charge to actually question about it.]

What are you? [Okay, no. She has to ask.]

I am Sylvari.

[ He's cheerful enough in answering. She's not the first one, and she's being fairly polite about it! ]

Sylvari are people who are made of plants, and eat and sleep like humans do.

[How is this even possible? Is it a product of the sickness of the world? But no, she's going to have to remember she's not on her own world any more. Other worlds had other sickness, or possibly no sickness at all.]

What do you eat? [That's a curiosity.]

Uhhhmm.. Here, I have been eating the things that taste like vegetables, and this sauce called "teriyaki" on it. It's interesting.

[ He feels like that isn't the question though. Hmmm. ]

Chicken is also good. But I have an easier time getting fruits and vegetables, so I eat those, because I can't cook very good. Fresh fruit tastes better than burnt... just about everything.

[ So he doesn't consider eating cabbage cannibalism. ]

I can't eat by putting down roots, and sitting in the sun. I think it would be much easier if I could.

[Putting sauce on things? That certainly sounded extravagant.]

Where I'm from, even putting down roots doesn't guarantee survival. You're better off.

[ Asteffiel scratches at his head. ]

That is a good point. I can run away from scary things, even if I am eating, if I don't use roots.

[ Although he squints at her in a moment. ]

.. Did you mean.. "putting down roots" like building a home? [ She had asked what he was, so that means she didn't have Sylvari. ]

[It hadn't been what she'd meant, but at the Sylvari's mention, she can't help but think back on the Green Place of Many Mothers. Her expression softens slightly.]

It could mean that.

[ Hmmm, maybe he'd been confused. ]

... Does your home have problem with plants growing, then? [ The Maguuma Wastes were like that, so he'd heard. Probably the same with the Crystal Desert, just because it has a very rocky dry name. ]

[Oh, there aren't enough words for how much of an understatement that was.]

Yes. My world is poisoned. There are oases, but they're rare and viciously protected.

[ Asteffiel rubs at his head for a bit, trying to get the idea of a poisoned world to make sense.

Well, it could be like the Brand. Nothing new grew in the Brand, unlike in Orr, where you could find healthy plants here and there.

He sort of.. droops. He wishes he could help your world, lady. He can grow plants really well! ]

... When you get on a ship, would you like a little plant? I have a bunch of potted ones.

[Her expression shifts, slightly surprised that such a thing would even exist so readily that someone would be willing to part with it. To her, so far, plants had eith been a means toward tyranny, or a complete mirage, lost to the poisoned land. To have one of her own ... that would mean something deep to her.]

I would like that. [She'd like that a lot.]

... Would you like a surprise plant, or do you want a specific color or anything. Like flowers?

[ Project, project!! He's practically bouncing on his end. ]

[She's ready to say just surprise her, but there's a small hesitance. It's a long shot, all things considered, but it's worth a try.]

Do you have any peach stones?

... Peach.. stones...? [ He's confused for a moment, before he blinks and understands. Pits! ]

Let me check!

[ And he darts off video in a rustle of leaves. There's the sound of him mumbling to himself, but he's far enough away that it's just recognizable as him.

He comes back, looking a bit sad. ]

I don't... I don't think any were ripe last time we were on a planet with fruit... But if anyone gets a peach, I can grow a tree from it! Just a little one, so it will fit inside.

[She's not surprised. They were hard enough to come by in her own world (nearly impossible, one might say). ]

Thanks. [It's warm and honest.] In the meantime, surprise me.

I'm not sure what ship I'll be on, can you find me by name?

Okay! [ He will pick out a little plant friend. ]

I think so?

[ Wait. ]

... If I knew your name. ... My name is Asteffiel.

[ There's a slight pause. She's got a chance to redefine herself here, but with Nux here it might be beneficial to hold onto the title for a little longer.]

Imperator Furiosa.

Thank you, Asteffiel.

[ ... That's a fancy name. It sort of sounds like a charr name to him, but he repeats it to himself quietly to try to remember. ]

It isn't any trouble! I will find you when I have your plant ready!

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