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[kill_switch]

Who: Furiosa and you!
Broadcast: Scenic shots
Action: Planet - Beachside
When: Today

It was almost too much to believe.

An unspoiled planet, clear blue skies, water as far as the eye could see. She pans the camera around to catch the expanse of beach with the ocean stretching out to the horizon, the sun glinting off the waves, a few puffy clouds wafting their way past.

"I will never tire of this."

She'll be on the beach, just walking along and taking it all in. Trudging through sand is not unfamiliar with her, but the sound of the waves is intoxicating and foreign.

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[kill_switch]

[She sighs and focuses out at the ocean for a moment. She at least had the benefit of having grown up in a living, sustaining environment. He can't help feeling the way he does, and she realizes that, but it makes her job of protecting him that much more challenging; it's not just outside forces she has to shield him from, but the lingering toxic environment they both just came from.]

[She needs to save him from himself, to try and give him some greater purpose in life]

There's no conflict here. There's no greater goal. Flying into the sun would have been killing yourself for nothing. Or, you could live as my Warboy. [Live for me instead of die for him. It stirred a fire in her thinking about it, edging out in her tone and her eyes.]

[iamawaited]

[The fire in Furiosa sparks a small one in Nux, too; he feels it flickering to life in his belly, a renewed energy that cuts into the heavy, murky darkness muddying his thoughts. He draws in a deep breath and sits forward a little, hugging his knees loosely.]

What are you gonna do?

[kill_switch]

[That's a good question. What can she do? What should she do? Her main priority as it stands right now is learning about their new environment and the people sharing it with her, and keeping Nux from chasing Valhalla.]

Get familiar with my Rig. Make it better. [Make and hide weapons for easy access because, you never know.] I suggest you do the same and keep me updated with the progress.

[That should at least keep him busy for a while.]

[iamawaited]

And then?

[It's a start. He's already had an eye towards improving his rig; there's a distinct lack of skulls decoration, and even if he was going to ride off into death, he wouldn't want to do it on something boring.]

We gonna raid?

[kill_switch]

If there's someone worth raiding; we're pretty well set up with supplies.

Protect the fleet, protect our crews. That's our top priority. We'll deal with whatever comes up as we have to.

[iamawaited]

[...This is also starting to sound boring. He squints at her.]

Thought you said there wasn't anything coming for us out here.

[kill_switch]

[A Warboy's attention; easy to grab, hard to hold.]

That we know of. We don't know this road, we don't know the bandits. But where there's a road ... [She shrugs. She's not expecting a smooth ride.]

[iamawaited]

[He lets out a dubious little sound, eyeing her over. He'd really rather that be the truth; if it's not, she may have a stir-crazy War Boy on her hands sooner than she likes. If it is, though...]

Might be some raiders to snap?

[kill_switch]

There might be some raiders.

[Please let there be some raiders.]

[iamawaited]

If there's not--

[Then what?]

augh D: sorry I missed this

[kill_switch]

We'll figure it out. You get restless, you let me know.

[iamawaited]

[He thinks this over for a long, long moment. It's true that he doesn't know what else to do, anyway: he's not getting any sicker, for whatever reason, and nothing has tried to fight him since Zhas hit him for taking apart a wall panel and then let him do it anyway.

He sighs eventually and nods, looking a little resigned. He picks a rock up off the sand and tosses it towards the water, resting his chin on his other hand.]