driftfleet | Wastelander 101

Who: Furiosa & You!
Broadcast: Video, Open
Action: Bridge, First Breath
When: Today

[The feed opens on Furiosa's face. She's tired, not exhaustively so, but she feels like she's been doing a lot of damage control for Max, and on top of that just generally worrying about Angharad, now that the other woman is here.]

We're all here, from different worlds, different societies and cultures, which makes for miscommunication and culture shock. I've been doing a lot of explaining for the world that Max, Angharad, and I come from, and I figured ... I might as well just make a public post about it. ['How to deal with Max' and 'Look at Angharad wrong and I cut you' were probably too ... forward.]

In our world we are known as Wastelanders. That's all there is. Miles in every direction is scorched and poisoned Earth, with the occasional ruin or dwindling oasis. Anyone who's learned to survive in my world has done so through hardening themselves, through paranoia, and through cunning. We are not people to surprise. We are not people to touch without consent. This may be a little late coming, [Max's victims, she's talking to you] but hopefully a general notice will ... help avoid future incidents.

I held rank in my world. Imperator, something of ... a General, I think, in other comparable societies. If you have questions, you can come to me.

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[He stroked his beard again, before stating simply.]

It is the world I grew up in, Furiosa. I can no more change history than you can change yours. I can, however, change my perceptions. Can you?

[She stares hard at the feed. This was definitely getting into dangerous territory, and while she wasn't exactly thrilled this was a public thread she's not about to back down that the proverbial challenge has been thrown - whether or not that was Tyrion's intention. It could be said her judgement here has become clouded by her own previous history, and the more she processes his words the more the cut deep into her and remind her of the years she spent as Imperator.]

[Her voice is cool and controlled, though no less carrying a weight that hints Tyrion is treading on thin ice.]

I have. I won't go back. I didn't nearly give my life taking down that system in order to land back in it.

[He frowned at her for a long moment, before he considered the weight of her glare and the fact that she could in fact kill him by just by putting her boot on his spine. He sighed, deeply, before he sat up a little more.]

What makes you think that system even exists here?

[Because as far as he could see ... it did not.]

There isn't. I want to keep it that way.

And you think it is possible for me, all by myself, to ... somehow overthrow the current system for this other despotic one?

No. But I don't discount your ability to get allies.

[She takes in a breath and shifts in her seat, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.] I don't think you're ... actively trying to overthrow anyone. But ... from my understanding you're used to a higher level of living and from my experience, people don't want to give that up, even if it means stopping the suffering of others.

[Tyrion arched both eyebrows at her, before he leans forward to the camera.]

Right now, in my world, I have just come off from being imprisoned and turned into a clownish dwarf for the amusement of the masses. I'm currently trying to amass an army for Daenrys Targaryen so she can claim the Iron Throne from my rather duplicitous sister Cersei.

So all of my interests? Are in a completely different place, in a different time.

I have about as much interest in taking over this Fleet as I do cutting off my own cock - and I have no interest what-so-ever in making myself a eunuch.

Edited 2016-05-20 01:37 (UTC)

Like I said, I didn't think you were trying to take over the Fleet.

[She's stubborn. She's not apologizing. Neither is she easing up.]

[His gaze narrowed, slightly, and then he just ... sighed.]

All right. If that is what you need to believe, then that is what you need to believe.

[She doesn't know what to say at first, but maybe some transparancy is in order. He is a member of her crew. She's not about to apologize, but she will probably spend some time thinking on his words. She's wary and distrustful, Tyrion, for good reason. She'll come around, eventually.]

Listen we ... we've got our differences, but you're part of my crew and part of my protection. I've protected bad men before. I don't ... I don't think that's you. I've been here nearly a year, that's not nearly long enough to make me forget my demons.

[Honestly at this point all he wants is for her not to murder him in his sleep.]

I understand the weight of demons praying upon one. [He tapped his fingers together, his voice quiet.] I have not forgot mine.

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