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driftfleet2017-02-25 01:39 pm
kill_switch) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-25 01:39 pm
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Who: Furiosa & Gemini
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Starstruck
When: Today
[Furiosa could never quite tell what was going to trigger a hallucination; they seemed to occur without provocation that she could tell, and last anywhere from a flash of a moment to a few minutes (although they could almost feel like an eternity, either way). Sometimes, it was one simple, single thing from her past; an overwhelming smell of oil and gunpowder, the sound of wind over sand, or the feeling of a harsh sun at her back. Sometimes, as she found sitting with Max, people from her past would find their ways into the people of her present.]
[Those were the ones that were hardest to pull herself out of. It was so easy to lose herself in the memory of the person, become enveloped by the feelings associated with them. As such, she made it a point to keep away from people as much as possible. She spent most of her time resting in Max's quarters (or rather, storage area), and venturing out only for necessities. It wasn't a particularly stimulating existance, but she told herself it was temporary, and the less she ran into people the less chance of loosing herself to her past.]
[But, it's a small ship with its own crew and it's only a matter of time before the inevitable happens and she runs into someone else.]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Starstruck
When: Today
[Furiosa could never quite tell what was going to trigger a hallucination; they seemed to occur without provocation that she could tell, and last anywhere from a flash of a moment to a few minutes (although they could almost feel like an eternity, either way). Sometimes, it was one simple, single thing from her past; an overwhelming smell of oil and gunpowder, the sound of wind over sand, or the feeling of a harsh sun at her back. Sometimes, as she found sitting with Max, people from her past would find their ways into the people of her present.]
[Those were the ones that were hardest to pull herself out of. It was so easy to lose herself in the memory of the person, become enveloped by the feelings associated with them. As such, she made it a point to keep away from people as much as possible. She spent most of her time resting in Max's quarters (or rather, storage area), and venturing out only for necessities. It wasn't a particularly stimulating existance, but she told herself it was temporary, and the less she ran into people the less chance of loosing herself to her past.]
[But, it's a small ship with its own crew and it's only a matter of time before the inevitable happens and she runs into someone else.]
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Glutton for punishment huh? Well if that's what you want...
[The punch she throws at Furiosa's face is almost lazy, but it still has enough force to break her nose if it connects.]
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[So, she staggers with Gemini's hit, grunting, but it doesn't deter her. She follows it up with a swing with the wrench, aiming for Gemini's torso.]
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She could stop that wrench but really why bother? It isn't as if it will hurt her and in fact Gemini can use it to her advantage. The wrench slams into her torso and instead of bouncing off it sinks into her torso with a viscous squelch, and sticking like in quicksand. Gemini's deliberately trapping the makeshift weapon inside her, slamming her head forward in a vicious headbutt to try and make Furiosa let it go.]
I'll take that.