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driftfleet2015-07-26 07:47 pm
iamawaited) wrote in driftfleet2015-07-26 07:47 pm
Entry tags:
1 - Open as the Wasteland
Who: Nux and you!
Broadcast: Hello world!
Action: All around the Marsiva!
When: July 26
Video
[This video is either going to be very interesting or very boring to viewers, depending on who's watching. It opens on a blue eye in a very pale face, with some kind of dark makeup smudged around it. The eye tilts crazily to one side, then the other. The camera pulls back to on a second identical eye, a scarred nose and cheek -- then further still to reveal a mouth crossed from end to end with vertical scars, like skeletal teeth.
The boy -- it's definitely a boy, or really a young man -- squints at the camera, and then the image tips to the side again and jerks wildly back and forth as he bangs the communicator against the nearest surface and brings it back up to his eye with a curious sound. After a moment, he seems to give up looking for whatever it is he wants from it and puts it down, leaving the camera staring at the ceiling.]
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[He had done the same when he'd awoken. He'd opened his eyes on the cleanest, shiniest surface he's ever seen, and thought, chrome. Then it had hit him all at once: the rig, Capable, Rictus...
...Valhalla...?
Not like any Valhalla he's ever imagined, he'd thought when he'd sat up and taken a look around -- that was when he'd spotted the little machine with its blinking red light.
Now, he abandons it and starts exploring his surroundings closely. There's information trickling into his brain, but it's a lot to take in all at once. The room alone is a lot to take in all at once: real beds, glaring bright lights, equipment he's never seen before, the huge night sky out the window.
Eventually, he finds his way into the showers, blinking when he spots the tap. Guzzoline? Mother's Milk? He turns it and jerks back in surprise when liquid starts spraying out onto him, turning the tap off again quickly. His eyes widen when he licks his scarred lips: water. He wrenches the tap back on and turns his face up to the shower head, taking a few greedy gulps of aqua cola.
Eventually, he'll tear himself away again and resume his exploration, not seeming to care about the fact that he's soaking wet, or that the already-faded white-and-black war paint is running from his bare, scarred torso.]
Broadcast: Hello world!
Action: All around the Marsiva!
When: July 26
Video
[This video is either going to be very interesting or very boring to viewers, depending on who's watching. It opens on a blue eye in a very pale face, with some kind of dark makeup smudged around it. The eye tilts crazily to one side, then the other. The camera pulls back to on a second identical eye, a scarred nose and cheek -- then further still to reveal a mouth crossed from end to end with vertical scars, like skeletal teeth.
The boy -- it's definitely a boy, or really a young man -- squints at the camera, and then the image tips to the side again and jerks wildly back and forth as he bangs the communicator against the nearest surface and brings it back up to his eye with a curious sound. After a moment, he seems to give up looking for whatever it is he wants from it and puts it down, leaving the camera staring at the ceiling.]
Action
[He had done the same when he'd awoken. He'd opened his eyes on the cleanest, shiniest surface he's ever seen, and thought, chrome. Then it had hit him all at once: the rig, Capable, Rictus...
...Valhalla...?
Not like any Valhalla he's ever imagined, he'd thought when he'd sat up and taken a look around -- that was when he'd spotted the little machine with its blinking red light.
Now, he abandons it and starts exploring his surroundings closely. There's information trickling into his brain, but it's a lot to take in all at once. The room alone is a lot to take in all at once: real beds, glaring bright lights, equipment he's never seen before, the huge night sky out the window.
Eventually, he finds his way into the showers, blinking when he spots the tap. Guzzoline? Mother's Milk? He turns it and jerks back in surprise when liquid starts spraying out onto him, turning the tap off again quickly. His eyes widen when he licks his scarred lips: water. He wrenches the tap back on and turns his face up to the shower head, taking a few greedy gulps of aqua cola.
Eventually, he'll tear himself away again and resume his exploration, not seeming to care about the fact that he's soaking wet, or that the already-faded white-and-black war paint is running from his bare, scarred torso.]
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And then there's the other problem, which is that he's not sure where he stands with the V8 and vice-versa when the Immortan is dead. How do you have a religion with no god?
But it's the only one he has, and it's the one that's marked on his face, so he tries the best he can.]
Glory in death comes only to the best and the bravest War Boys. By our deeds, we honor... it.
[He tries that: it, not him. It still feels a little like traitoring.]
By our vehicles, we chase it. Our machines are what we ride to grab hold of the sun; they are the chariots we ride to the gates of Valhalla.
[But this all feels a little numb, a little rote. He just doesn't know if any of it is true anymore at all. He looks strangely lost again.]
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it's rare to find someone with that kind of faith.
War Boys, he mouths to himself. it sounds like something his own mistress would have called him and his brother in arms. they were knights, brave boys, huntsmen, the Queen's guard.
--not were. are. and he almost wishes that he could still speak, so he could say such wonderful-sounding words about his Red Queen.
he taps on the mic again, almost excited now... which is something he hasn't felt for a very long time. he points between himself and the screen, and forms a shape with his hands--two pointed fingers held side-by-side.
then, belatedly, he types out a word.]
alike
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Alike.
[He looks from the text up to Coil's face.]
Were you supposed to go to Valhalla too?
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and whatever his first reaction was almost going to be, it changes quickly. he blinks and his brow furrows, because if he's asking about actually going to Valhalla...
without thinking up a more elegant way to ask, he just types one short word--]
died?
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he looks away, eye flicking around somewhere else. and then he moves away from the communicator altogether. for a couple of seconds, there's only the view of the inside of some dungeony inner room of a ship as he disappears.
pacing away, he takes a very important moment to roll a few things around in his head.
and when he does finally come back, it's a little bit sudden, and he goes right for the keyboard again.]
what happened?
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One that Nux hesitates a little to answer. There's just so much to say, again. How to narrate the events of the past few days, much less explain them? He feels an instant connection to Coil, but if the man doesn't know the Citadel, the Immortan, the Wasteland, much less Capable and Angharad and their sisters...
He settles again for the basics, for now.]
Car crash.
[He makes a little boom gesture to illustrate helpfully.]
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and then he motions for him to continue-- and he means it as a 'then what?' sort of prompt, because maybe he's expecting something to have happened between that moment and now, but it's a vague motion. ]
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Woke up here.
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he's unsettled by something, clearly. and it takes him a moment to remember that he is involved in a conversation and should probably... say something.
social interaction is complicated, okay.]
how do you feel now
I NEVER GOT THIS NOTIF X(
The question makes him cock his head, still a little puzzled.]
Same as I did before.
dw is drunk
nevermind
[it was a weird question anyway.
he can't think of an immediate thing to follow it up with, though... so, there's a first real round of hanging silence, then.]
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