The system exists for a reason. It protects Imperators from War Boys and War Boys from Imperators. You don't rise in the ranks at all without blood on your hands, and by the time you get to Imperator--if you live that long--it might be the blood of War Boys, not just Buzzards or scavs or the Wretched.
Not that anyone's encouraged to kill other soldiers in the Immortan's army, but accidents happen. A lot of accidents happen.
Furiosa's lips twitch subtly. Slit's response, his body language, it's all completely inappropriate, and she's delighted. She's been off the road too long, she's restless, and she's expecting a meeting with the Immortan soon, and all of that makes her blood itch. If he's going to present himself as an easy target, she's going to take the shot.
"Pretty sure there's supposed to be a 'yes, Imperator' in there somewhere, Slit." She says his name like a threat. Or a curse. "Are you looking for trouble?"
Most War Boys flinch when an Imperator's got them in their sights. There's a sear of something in Slit that's like that-- he knows he's blatantly breaking rules, not respecting her. But he's in a rowdy enough mood he doesn't care.
So his response:
"Nahh, tryin' to get to the bloodbag pens..." His voice betrays that he's not entirely concerned with getting down there.
Her eyebrows rise, diverted from her intentions just long enough to wonder what the hell kind of business he thinks he has at the bloodbag pens. Honestly, that makes it sound like he is looking for trouble, just not the kind she's interested in offering him.
Hm. Organic ought to thank her for this.
She advances on him slowly, body language deceptively loose. He's taller than she is, and as broad-shouldered and heavily built as any War Boy in the place. "Doesn't sound urgent. Spar with me. I need to burn off some energy."
If it sounds like an order, that's because it is.
She usually takes off her metal prosthesis to spar, because punching someone in the throat with steel claws is a great way to kill them unintentionally. She's waiting for his acknowledgement as she reaches for the buckle of the cross-strap. Of course, if he's feeling particularly kami-crazy, he could just lunge at her while she's distracted.
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Date: 2015-07-28 11:45 pm (UTC)Not that anyone's encouraged to kill other soldiers in the Immortan's army, but accidents happen. A lot of accidents happen.
Furiosa's lips twitch subtly. Slit's response, his body language, it's all completely inappropriate, and she's delighted. She's been off the road too long, she's restless, and she's expecting a meeting with the Immortan soon, and all of that makes her blood itch. If he's going to present himself as an easy target, she's going to take the shot.
"Pretty sure there's supposed to be a 'yes, Imperator' in there somewhere, Slit." She says his name like a threat. Or a curse. "Are you looking for trouble?"
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Date: 2015-08-14 04:21 pm (UTC)So his response:
"Nahh, tryin' to get to the bloodbag pens..." His voice betrays that he's not entirely concerned with getting down there.
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Date: 2015-08-16 05:50 am (UTC)Hm. Organic ought to thank her for this.
She advances on him slowly, body language deceptively loose. He's taller than she is, and as broad-shouldered and heavily built as any War Boy in the place. "Doesn't sound urgent. Spar with me. I need to burn off some energy."
If it sounds like an order, that's because it is.
She usually takes off her metal prosthesis to spar, because punching someone in the throat with steel claws is a great way to kill them unintentionally. She's waiting for his acknowledgement as she reaches for the buckle of the cross-strap. Of course, if he's feeling particularly kami-crazy, he could just lunge at her while she's distracted.