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Who: Miah and Marhi and anyone else
Broadcast: Both parts video
Action: First part on the Marsiva!
When: July 25, backdated to before the Shuffle!

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[The camera will record a rather amusing sight on the Marsiva today, given that Miah doesn't usually sleep in full plate armor. Given the spikes and decoration on it, it takes her a full minute to extricate herself from the sheets without it catching on something or another, and then another still to actually try to free the sheets from her shield without tearing anything. Really, this would be easier without thick gauntlets on, but given that she's woken up in unfamiliar territory, she's not inclined to remove her armor. Instead, she'll just be watching the area carefully, ready to fight at a moment's notice. It won't be long before an armored boot accidentally connects with the camera, switching it off.

Just video

[This time, Miah can be found sitting and facing the camera properly, though her tail flicks around behind her anxiously. She's still in the full plate armor, though. Beside her is a slightly less armored, slightly taller woman of dark blue skin with a black and white tuxedo cat pattern to her hair, cat ears and tail. ]

... Greetings. I am Miah Lanbatal. Though I like not the idea of it, I now understand the situation, due to this 'implant'. If there is aught else I should know, I would ask that I be told. How long has this 'reality show' been going on for? And what is known of the Atroma?

Aside that, I seek my companions. A Miqo'te woman, C'Ranmaia, or barring them, an Elezen boy and Lalafellin woman, Alphinaud Levilleur and Tataru Taru. They all of them possess garb quite distinctive, so if they are here, they should be quite easy to find. Thank you for your assistance.

[ The second, blue woman abruptly leans into the camera. ]

As Miah has asked all else, I must question if there are any who know of “Teams”, “Takshaka” or the land “Kyriakos” here. If it so, answer anon. [ A belated pause as she recalls common courtesy. ] Please.

[With that, Miah’ll reach forward and, after fumbling with the communicator a bit (seriously, gauntlets make buttons hard), she'll switch the feed off.]

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[Well, it's an innocent enough question, but it takes Miah a moment to figure out how to summarize.]

Allagan Tomestones- Encrypted information from ancient Allag. There is a collector who is quite fond of them, who trades all manners of rarities for them.

[...yeah, basically no word in that sentence meant anything to him. He blinks.]

[Miah isn't exactly a big speaker herself, so she'll just wait silently. Surely there's nothing awkward about that.]

[This may take a while.

Eventually, Nux realizes no further exposition is coming.]

Could I get one of those?

... The Tomestone, or the armor?

The-- Tomestones get me the armor?

Neither are here, unless this place is of Allagan make.

[Sh...rug...?]

And... I think it unlikely my armor would fit you.

[She's 4'11, after all.]

[And he is 6'3", so yeah, no.]

I didn't mean yours.

[...although if he were scavenging or raiding and he came across it, he would absolutely find a way to make that work. There's a not-so-nice part of him in the back of his mind that will think on that.]

Were Lady Rowena here, I would ask. As it is, I expect to see her with a booth and over-inflated prices ere long.

The maker?

[He sounds a little distracted, eyes darting around the screen as he tries to take in more of the armor.

He could easily widen those shoulders, he thinks...]

The seller. I know not the maker.

Hm.

[He lets that go there, with a little grunt of acknowledgement and confusion and not much else to contribute. The woman's armor lingers in his mind over the next day or so, though, and when he spots her in person on the Hospitality Deck, he can't help but feel a stab of visceral jealousy. It's all shiny, all chrome, but those shoulder guards especially...

The War Boy code of ethics is a fairly simple one: when a War Boy wants something, he takes it; when someone wants something that belongs to him, or to his leader -- the Immortan Joe, once, and now Furiosa -- he defends it to the death. Nux wants those shoulder guards, and he doesn't dwell on it much beyond that. He crosses the deck and tries, very simply, to take them.]

[As he reaches to take the guards from her shoulders, a gauntleted hand is immediately gripping his wrist with strength one could not really expect from such a small girl.]

Do not touch.

[The girl part of that doesn't faze him at all -- not when he knows Imperator Furiosa as well as he does. But Furiosa is also almost as tall as he is, so... the other part is a little jarring. He scowls and jerks his arm away.]

Don't touch me.

Are those words you have the right to say?

[She steps backwards, turning to face her body straight at him.]

[Nux tends to hunch -- in part because it's actually difficult for him to stand up straight for too long, with the sickness choking off his lungs just enough to wind him easily -- but now he draws himself up to his full height, well over a foot taller than her, and squares his narrow shoulders. He grins toothily.]

I give myself the right. And those are gonna be mine now!

[She slings the shield off of her back- He's only a food taller than him. She regularly fought gods and titans- even Shiva, the smallest of the Primals, was easily twice her height.]

Stop.

[It's said quietly, but with the force of a command. There's a steel to her voice, that implies he had better listen.]

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[It's innate in Nux to take commands, after a half-life of mostly servitude, but he's already decided that she's not someone he needs to listen to. She's not an Imperator. She's not even another War Boy -- not that he'd take an order from one of his own, anyway.

He shakes his head, then darts down to make another grab for one of the shoulder guards, fast for all his size.]

[Well, that settles that. She steps back out of his reach, and in the same, smooth motion, she... hurls her shield at his head. Hard.]

[It catches him under the chin, hard, and he drops with a startled cry. He crashes to the floor, lying stunned on his back for a moment.]

[Getting hit with a flying shield must be pretty stunning, moreso when it returns to her immediately, allowing her to catch it out of the air. Still, she won't follow up quite yet, waiting to see if that smack was enough.]

[It isn't. He remains stunned for a moment, the wind knocked out of him -- but then he reaches out suddenly and grabs her ankle, yanking hard to try to bring her down to the floor with him.]

[She's pulled down, but after Bismarck, something like unsteady footing barely slows her down. As she falls, her combat instincts take over, and she lifts her free leg, dropping it in an axe kick to Nux's wrist. Dodging it wouldn't be hard, though- It would just require letting go.]