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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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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.]

Edited (html my nemesis) 2015-07-30 07:00 (UTC)

[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.]

[He lets go as soon as he feels her start to topple anyway, rolling away a half a turn before she can fall on him in all that heavy armor. When he hears -- feels -- her hit the ground behind him, he rolls back hastily and scrambles to try and get on her, pin her down.

He doesn't quite realize yet that on the ground like this, his height is actually a disadvantage in the right hands. He's stronger than anyone as skinny as he is has any right to be, but if he can't use that strength to immobilize her right away -- well, then there's a lot more of him to hit than there is of her.]

[Fighting from the ground is new to her, but fighting people larger than her most assuredly is not. She recalls her training at the Pugilist's Guild, short though it was, and rolls. His attempt to pin is met with a snap punch to the chest, followed by a spiked knee aimed for his gut. But even so, she's angling her attack so the spikes don't get him. She doesn't want to hurt him, and frankly, she doesn't beieve he is a threat.]

[It doesn't seem like he's unused to wounds -- the purposeful and extensive scarring on his face and chest speaks to that -- but it's true that he's far from invulnerable. The combination of the blows to his chest and stomach get him good, and he chokes and rolls off her again.

He'd only been winded for a second before, but now the air is really knocked out of him, and his half-life lungs struggle to compensate. He curls in on himself defensively, coughing hard, fighting for breath.]

[Too far. Miah rolls to her feet and immediately kneels next to him. White magic.. No, Thyrus was taken from her. Clemency then. A bright light surrounds them both, as she casts the healing magic on Nux.]

[It might surprise her to see that it doesn't actually seem to have much effect at all. Not right away, anyway -- it clears the cuts and rising bruises from his chin and his bare torso, but it doesn't appear to make it much easier for him to breathe. He still gasps for a moment before the rise and fall of his narrow chest finally evens out.

He sits up slowly when it does, rubbing his throat and grimacing, although he's surprised to realize that he doesn't hurt as much as he expects to. He looks down at himself, then up at her.]

What'd you do?