Open Text/Open Vanquish

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Who: Furiosa and You
Broadcast: Open Text
Action: Vanquish, First Breath
When: Month of May

Network - Text

Back to the same old grind. What's the most interesting thing that's happened to you in the past ... let's say year? What's noteworthy?

Open - Vanquish Hangar Bay

[Furiosa is practicing knife work, one-handed, with the blades Natasha had loaned her. She's good with improvised weapons, but her familiarity lies more with firearms than melee, so she's spending some extra effort during drift getting familiar with the motion. She's got a board set up against some crates with a crude target on it, tossing the daggers one at a time, and then retrieving them to try again.]


Closed - Tyrion

[Eventually, in part restlessness, and in part gearing for any eventual battle (infrequent as they might be, she prefers to be prepared). She shuttles over to the hangar bay of the First Breath, feeling a pang of nostalgia as she navigate the familiar ship, and makes her way to Tyrion's engineering station.]

Hey. Got time for another project?

Comments

[outstandingbalance]

[There's more than one kind of privacy. Natasha feels that way, at least. They're living together in a relatively confined space; there's only so much physical privacy that they can expect.

In lieu of that, she generally tries not to be nosy. Doesn't ask where or why she learned to throw a knife.

Instead, after a while, she comments:]

Looks like you know what you're doing.

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[That's an idea Furiosa can understand - if they were to talk about it. There is a sort of tacit understanding, though; it's a comfortable silence.

Furiosa takes a moment to look over at the complement, then goes to collect the knives from the target.]

Well, at least I've got someone fooled. [There's a small smile, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, that knows better than that. But, she holds them out to Natasha.] Mind showing me what a master can do?

[She's assuming that someone who took such care and had such superb weapons must know how to use them.]

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A master, hm. [The corner of Natasha's mouth twists up and one eyebrow arches higher.] I'm not sure if I'd call myself that.

[Not because she doesn't have the skills, but because it's not necessarily something she feels like she should be complimented for. Even if she remarked on it in others.]

But I could probably show you a few things.

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I'm certainly curious to see.

[She hands the blades over, then stands back and gives her a nod. Master or not, it's a good way to see what her Captain was capable of.]

[outstandingbalance]

[She takes the knives back, testing their weight even though she knows them inside out.

She approves of the care they've been shown.]

In that case...

[It's a flick of the wrist. A quick, casual motion without any waste. The kind that might not even draw attention in a crowd.]