"Imperator Furiosa." he nods, drawing out a few syllables a bit longer than anyone else might. Names were strange.
He looks to her arm, then his own and mimics the gesture. The clasp is brief, just enough.
"A name..." he looks around the cell, quiet a moment, mind obviously far away, long ago. "I was Commander once among my fellow kin." He looked back to her. "A human named me Todd. You may call me that."
She seems mildly relived by the brevity of the touch, not because she's repelled, but because close proximity to his right hand seems risky just now. He's probably been starved for a long time, unless Joe tossed more prisoners to him than she ever knew.
"Todd." She repeats, and gives him a faint, thoughtful smile. That's an old world name, but of course he's longer-lived than a human would be...and that is a big part of her motivation for being civil, rather than threatening. He must know things. History that has been lost. Maybe even things that can help them.
"Behind me, that's Hela," she indicates the woman. "Guzz is the jumpy war boy that left. That other one's Crank. We'll get you out of here in a little, but I want to see if you can stomach some of our soup first."
He looked to each one she introduced, giving a polite nod to each in turn.
He then looked to Furiosa, contemplating something for awhile, then thought better of voicing it just yet. Best not put all your eggs into one basket just yet.
He remained quiet, saving his energy. If he couldn't eat real food any more, he had to rely on the reserves he had from feeding on his last victim to get him through until he managed to ambush someone in the wastes. And his reserves were pretty low.
The silence seems like it makes Crank nervous, and even Hela shifts restlessly. Furiosa is more or less a rock, though, even with her wounds stinging, and is not pressed to make further conversation.
It's only a few minutes before Guzz returns with a small, lidded kettle of soup, and a dented canteen. "S'got egg in it," he says, holding it out while he stands at the doorway, then looking vaguely ashamed as Furiosa comes to meet him and advancing to get to her halfway. "Sorry, boss."
"You're all right, pup." She shoos him back out of the cell and sits on the floor, placing the kettle between her and Todd and offering him the canteen. "Just water. Don't know if you need it?"
Todd lifted his gaze on the war boy as he returned, the smell of food enticing to him. A good sign.
But the look he must have given the boy must have spooked him for he dare not go further.
Once Furiosa settled down on the floor, he joined her, sitting across from her. He took the canteen with a nod of thanks and opened it, about to take a sip when he paused. Perhaps it was tainted, poisoned. Smelled okay...He cupped a hand and poured some of the cool, clear liquid out into his palm. Looked fine. He sucked it up. When he didn't keel over immediately, he took a few good gulps from the canteen itself before setting it aside.
"When I feed from humans, water isn't a necessity. Everything I need comes from the life I take" he said. He was fortunate that that had not changed with the gene therapy, otherwise he likely would have died from thirst long ago.
Maybe Todd isn't familiar with the very old human rules of hospitality. Most of the residents of the Citadel themselves aren't, but both Hela and Furiosa remember, thanks to the oral tradition of the Vuvalini. Sharing food, and accepting food, creates a kind of oath between host and guest, that neither will harm the other.
Of course, neither the food nor the water is poisoned. Furiosa nods calmly as he tastes it, willing to eat and drink first if he needs the reassurance, but content to let him make that request, rather than offer.
The war boys are still nervous, and Guzz asks softly, "Like how they eat their dead in Gastown?"
"I should never have told you boys that story," Furiosa says, shaking her head wryly.
He opened the tiny kettle of soup, the smell of it-whatever it was-making his mouth water. Another good sign.
Picking it up, he takes a spoonful of just the broth first. A moment of contemplation and he tastes it.
Good. real good. A few more broth spoonfuls and then finally some of the meat. Little at a time, both to ensure he didn't vomit it all up from lack of such nutrition after so long, but also to gauge if this was actually satisfying him.
Todd took it slow, focusing only on the meal and little else. Half the bowl gone, he stopped and set it down with a smile and a nod at Furiosa, picking up the canteen of water for a few more sips before speaking. "Seems as though my need to feed on humans is not necessary. It satisfies."
For all that Gastown has long been an ally of the Citadel, Furiosa and most of the war boys and pups around her tend to regard it as a degenerate place. A hive full of half-feral soldiers following the People Eater, who got his name for a reason. The tales they tell about the place may not be entirely true, but Furiosa knows there's at least a grain of truth to most of them. Life in Gastown is cheap. Dirt cheap.
In the Citadel, even the lowest denominator of slave was used more for muscle power or blood donation, never meat. Now, Furiosa and the Sisters have no intention of burning out the life of anyone if it can be helped. Todd can rest assured this particular broth is made from nothing worse than lizards and turnips and salt.
Furiosa watches him eat and looks increasingly pleased. He can eat it without getting sick, clearly. A good sign. And when he speaks, she gives a little sigh and a smile. "Good. Consider yourself both free and welcome here, then. We'll run you on double rations until you recover from being locked up down here."
She glances back at Hela, who nods, also smiling. "I'll let the girls know."
Todd gave another nod of thanks and returned to eating the rest of the soup, still taking it rather slow to ensure he didn't throw it up.
"I have a few requests." he said, pausing to chew on a rather gamy piece, but not complaining about it. They were working with the bare minimum of supplies.
"Whether you fulfill them or not won't change..." he was going to say "loyalty" but that might be weird. Wraith society was different than human. "My support. After all, you've given me my freedom so the debt I have to pay is greater. Still, one or two of said requests would be very much appreciated. One, I'd like a knife. You're all armed or at least have access to arms, so a little something to protect myself would be appreciated."
Hela departs, but the war boys stay, and Furiosa seems comfortable where she is, content to wait while he finishes eating. She's feeling a little weary already, in all honesty, but she's a pro at continuing on when her energy is at a low ebb, and powering through. This is nothing.
She shrugs casually when he mentions requests. He's allowed to ask whatever he wants. She won't promise to fulfill them, but letting him speak won't harm anyone.
"A knife is not an unreasonable request," she says, though her brow knits a little. His asking for a weapon first off could bode ill...but then again, he doesn't need a weapon to slay a human. It might be best for him to have a knife, in case he's attacked, rather than being forced to fall back on his own biological defenses.
"A place to sleep on my own." This was more for the sake of those here, and to avoid temptation of getting murdered in the middle of the night.
He hadn't the slightest idea how this place was laid out, so he wasn't even sure if extra rooms were available. Apart from maybe Joe's own but if that was the case, he'd rather sleep anywhere else. He'd take the damn hallway before he slept in that man's chambers.
Finishing the soup he set the bowl aside and drank from the canteen, waiting on Furiosa's answer.
That's actually a trickier one, and Furiosa has to take a moment to consider how to work it out. "Mmm. That's practical, I admit. I'm not sure what we're doing with the old Imperators' rooms. They're all dead except me. Mothers know I don't need the whole damn floor, but the Sisters and the Council should get their say first."
Pausing, she gives him a thoughtful look. "What kind of environs do you need? Guess there's always the Vault, but..."
But. She is sure as hell never going back in there herself, even with the door taken off the hinges. Not if she can help it.
"Or the greenthumb shacks in the garden. Or Organic's room. He's dead, too." She sounds pretty pleased about that.
Todd assumed she meant the Wives when she said Sisters, perhaps also the Vuvalini. He'd not take that from them, even temporarily.
Furiosa would be delighted to know that females of his kin were treated almost impossibly better than those here on earth, even before the world went to shit. Didn't mean a male like himself was treated badly, but still, the choice between which was more important in a hive, the commander or the queen was a simple one.
He'd not say no to a shack near the gardens, seeing green every time he awoke would be a very pleasant change over solid rock. "Organics?" he asked, cocking his head. A gardener?
Primarily when she says the Sisters, she does mean the Wives. They'd rather be known by their relationships to one another than by what they were to a dead man they loathed. It's safe to say they count the two living Vuvalini as family now, too, though.
She'd be happy to see him set up in the gardens. He might have to learn to deal with the Dag's sharp tongue, but after what he's already been through...well, that might be more entertaining than unsettling.
"Ugh," she shakes her head. "No, Organic was...the Organic Mechanic. Sort of a poor excuse for a healer. Last I heard, he got left in the desert, and good riddance to the oily smeg."
"A doctor." He snorted, hardly be living that anyone willingly under Joe's rule would be doing anyone any good. The guy was likely more butcher than healer.
"I'll see both, but the gardens sounds far more pleasant."
He finished the canteen of water and got up. "My third request might benefit us both. Before being caught and brought here I lived out of an old bunker. It's a ways from here, three or four days, but if Joe managed not to find it-and I doubt he did-there are more than a few items in it still including maps and books." He said. "I'd like to return to it and scrounge what's useful."
"For a given value," she shrugs. Organic knew his business, she supposes, but he was more or less a butcher.
She gestures at him to keep the canteen. He'll need one of his own to carry around, anyway. They can refill it in the garden, or on the way to the lift. "They are. They're only going to get better."
She's proud of what they've already accomplished, but very much looking forward to making more things grow. The mention of maps and books very definitely catches her attention, though, and she gives him a thoughtful look.
"And you'd share the information with us?" That sounds like what he's suggesting.
"I call that more than fair. But you'd best give yourself a day or two to bounce back, first."
"Of course" he replied, a little surprised that she'd think he wouldn't. But then again he ought not to be, Joe had been fairly old, old enough to know perhaps things that he kept from Furiosa and the rest.
"One more thing." he said. "I'd like to have a look at the source of the water." Obviously it wasn't piped in from any nearby stream or lake therefore it was likely from a reservoir underground. If he could have a look, he could calculate how much they had left.
Those waterfalls Joe did and the celebratory ones were likely doing more harm than good. If the reservoir was low, they were all in trouble and they'd need to find another one or, better yet, make their way to the ocean and build a filtration system. But even if it was high, every drop spilled on the ground that didn't go to someone's mouth or to a plant, was wasteful and a new way to deliver water to the masses was needed if it hadn't already been implemented.
But, she was right, a couple days at least were needed to settle in and recoup from his imprisonment before he did anything more.
Todd waited for her to lead the way out of the cell.
In retrospect, Furiosa thinks Joe kept secrets of the old world from himself, too. Deliberately forgotten, in favor of his ambitions to reshape the Wasteland in his own image. He was like that, Immortan Joe. Thought he could impose his will on reality itself--if he told a lie often enough, he assumed everyone believed it, and started believing it himself. The hell of it is how well and how often he succeeded.
She should have done for him long ago.
"Good luck with that one," she tells him. "But I need to visit the silverthumbs anyway. Get them on board with the rest of us. It's an aquifer," she explains. "Deep underground. I don't think we know the depth, but I'll show you the charts Joe had. It's big, unbelievably big, but I know there's no way of knowing how much is left in it."
She's thought about this already, as she recovered. The waterfall can't stay on forever. Letting it run this long is a calculated risk. They're going to need the Wretched to support them when the inevitable attacks from the remnants of those war parties come around.
An aquifer? That did complicate things a bit, still, he'd give it his best shot. He was good at calculations after all.
They made their way out of the cell, Todd not looking back as they headed to the surface. There was a bit of a walk, as the cell was rather deep. But slowly he felt and tasted the subtle air changes until, at last, they were on the surface.
It must have been a little after midday and he stepped out into that early afternoon light. How long had it been? A life time. Well, a human's anyway. Taking long, deep breaths, the Wraith relished the warmth of the light and the brightness of the almost too blue sky.
Todd looked to Furiosa after a moment. "So, going to give me the grand tour?" he grinned.
The cell will be better put to other uses. Storage, probably, as Furiosa doesn't have any intention of keeping prisoners, but no space will be wasted.
The war boys follow behind them as they go up, and Furiosa looks almost as relieved as Todd to be back in the open air. They're on a low ledge now, and if he looks down he can probably see some of the Wretched milling around, seeking shade to rest the midday hours in.
"I suppose I'd better," Furiosa tells him. "For the sake of making sure there are no misunderstandings."
Letting him wander around alone so soon might cause a wave of panic amongst the war boys. That wouldn't be safe for anyone. "Organic's rooms first, I think. I need to check them for painkillers anyway."
Todd looked down upon the Wretched briefly before he gave a grunt and a nod and walked along beside her, keeping pace despite easily being able to walk ahead of her.
"Are you the only female Imperator?" he asked. She'd mentioned there were none left of course but he assumed at one time or another there were many, or several at least. Had Joe been non-sexist in that department or had she needed to fight her way to be with the boys as it were? Considering how he treated women around here, he assumed the latter.
"I'm not Imperator any longer," she answers quickly. "It's not a title I want, now I have a choice."
What they'll end up calling her is not necessarily a matter she has control over, though. "I was the only female Imperator. In the ranks, there were a few women--openly women, I mean, there've always been some people who paid Organic to help them become war boys--but they were all half-lives. Full-life girls...Immortan had other ideas about what they were good for. It took a lot of work to convince him I was a fighter."
It's an unusually candid admission from her, perhaps. Maybe it's a relief now to not to have to play everything so close to the chest.
Took him a moment to realize what she meant by "help them become war boys". Made sense though, a life as a woman here sounded like a hell that rivaled, if not surpassed, his imprisonment. Becoming one of the boys seemed like a far better life than as Breeder or Milker, even if you died young. But Furiosa had done it, marvelously too it seemed.
They made their way to Organics, drawing looks and mumbles all the way. Todd didn't care. He'd never been ashamed of what he was or regret what he'd done. He'd fed to survive, that was all there was to it.
The odd pair reached Organics soon enough. Todd had a look around, checking out the equipment and any drugs the man had created or somehow had gotten a hold of.
"Needs a serious cleaning" Todd snorted dryly.
The guy had a bit of everything, from surgical instruments to what he guessed was a blood type tester. Still, the place looked like a tetanus shot waiting to happen.
There were also, of course, plenty of half-life women working as treadmill rats, kitchen slaves, greenthumbs, and assorted other positions in the Citadel. By most estimations, the life of a war boy was better than that, as well. Even if you died young, you at least got better rations and some respect before you bit the dust. Furiosa understood the reasoning of many of the war boys who started out as girls. A number of them trusted her once, too, until she became an Imperator. Maybe they'll trust her again now that Joe is gone and there'll be no threat of them being forced to be baby factories.
Furiosa, too, ignores any stares directed their way--she may be the focus of some of them, as well as Todd, although there seems to be some awe involved when she's whispered about. There are weird rumors going around. Because Immortan Joe got his title due to apparently coming back from death, and now some of the denizens of the place think Furiosa's done the same.
She waits patiently while Todd inspects the room, but she seems tense in here. She had her reasons for disliking Organic, and the place still stinks of him. Maybe they should take what salvage they need and just burn the rest. "Organic needed a serious cleaning," she mutters. "He was always a throat in need of cutting."
The place stank of blood-old and new-and other bodily fluids and the like. he couldn't sleep here, but he had other plans.
"Mind if I put it to a better use?" he asked "Everything is still in working order it seems, remarkably. May have been a foul man but he kept his instruments pretty well maintained."
Likely because getting anything out here was next to impossible, so when something important was gone, it was gone for good or Jerry-rigged into something half-assed.
He saw himself using the place as a lab. A real one. Not some tenth century butchers block. He was no medic but he was quite sure he'd be far better one than Organic ever was. He also had a few ideas up his sleeve. Literally.
Todd was actually excited about the prospect of actually having something to do again. Prison not only meant isolation and the like, but a lack of anything to do was the real pain. Normally his kin didn't devote so much time to humans, let alone helping them, but what else was he going to do? Wander the wastes? Sit around and eat his rations lamenting the old days? No, Wraith weren't like that. He'd put himself to use.
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Date: 2016-07-23 03:32 am (UTC)He looks to her arm, then his own and mimics the gesture. The clasp is brief, just enough.
"A name..." he looks around the cell, quiet a moment, mind obviously far away, long ago. "I was Commander once among my fellow kin." He looked back to her. "A human named me Todd. You may call me that."
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Date: 2016-07-24 02:08 am (UTC)"Todd." She repeats, and gives him a faint, thoughtful smile. That's an old world name, but of course he's longer-lived than a human would be...and that is a big part of her motivation for being civil, rather than threatening. He must know things. History that has been lost. Maybe even things that can help them.
"Behind me, that's Hela," she indicates the woman. "Guzz is the jumpy war boy that left. That other one's Crank. We'll get you out of here in a little, but I want to see if you can stomach some of our soup first."
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Date: 2016-07-24 02:24 am (UTC)He then looked to Furiosa, contemplating something for awhile, then thought better of voicing it just yet. Best not put all your eggs into one basket just yet.
He remained quiet, saving his energy. If he couldn't eat real food any more, he had to rely on the reserves he had from feeding on his last victim to get him through until he managed to ambush someone in the wastes. And his reserves were pretty low.
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Date: 2016-07-24 02:40 am (UTC)It's only a few minutes before Guzz returns with a small, lidded kettle of soup, and a dented canteen. "S'got egg in it," he says, holding it out while he stands at the doorway, then looking vaguely ashamed as Furiosa comes to meet him and advancing to get to her halfway. "Sorry, boss."
"You're all right, pup." She shoos him back out of the cell and sits on the floor, placing the kettle between her and Todd and offering him the canteen. "Just water. Don't know if you need it?"
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Date: 2016-07-24 02:49 am (UTC)But the look he must have given the boy must have spooked him for he dare not go further.
Once Furiosa settled down on the floor, he joined her, sitting across from her. He took the canteen with a nod of thanks and opened it, about to take a sip when he paused. Perhaps it was tainted, poisoned. Smelled okay...He cupped a hand and poured some of the cool, clear liquid out into his palm. Looked fine. He sucked it up. When he didn't keel over immediately, he took a few good gulps from the canteen itself before setting it aside.
"When I feed from humans, water isn't a necessity. Everything I need comes from the life I take" he said. He was fortunate that that had not changed with the gene therapy, otherwise he likely would have died from thirst long ago.
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Date: 2016-07-24 04:06 am (UTC)Of course, neither the food nor the water is poisoned. Furiosa nods calmly as he tastes it, willing to eat and drink first if he needs the reassurance, but content to let him make that request, rather than offer.
The war boys are still nervous, and Guzz asks softly, "Like how they eat their dead in Gastown?"
"I should never have told you boys that story," Furiosa says, shaking her head wryly.
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Date: 2016-07-24 04:15 am (UTC)He opened the tiny kettle of soup, the smell of it-whatever it was-making his mouth water. Another good sign.
Picking it up, he takes a spoonful of just the broth first. A moment of contemplation and he tastes it.
Good. real good. A few more broth spoonfuls and then finally some of the meat. Little at a time, both to ensure he didn't vomit it all up from lack of such nutrition after so long, but also to gauge if this was actually satisfying him.
Todd took it slow, focusing only on the meal and little else. Half the bowl gone, he stopped and set it down with a smile and a nod at Furiosa, picking up the canteen of water for a few more sips before speaking. "Seems as though my need to feed on humans is not necessary. It satisfies."
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Date: 2016-07-25 01:37 am (UTC)In the Citadel, even the lowest denominator of slave was used more for muscle power or blood donation, never meat. Now, Furiosa and the Sisters have no intention of burning out the life of anyone if it can be helped. Todd can rest assured this particular broth is made from nothing worse than lizards and turnips and salt.
Furiosa watches him eat and looks increasingly pleased. He can eat it without getting sick, clearly. A good sign. And when he speaks, she gives a little sigh and a smile. "Good. Consider yourself both free and welcome here, then. We'll run you on double rations until you recover from being locked up down here."
She glances back at Hela, who nods, also smiling. "I'll let the girls know."
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Date: 2016-07-25 01:51 am (UTC)"I have a few requests." he said, pausing to chew on a rather gamy piece, but not complaining about it. They were working with the bare minimum of supplies.
"Whether you fulfill them or not won't change..." he was going to say "loyalty" but that might be weird. Wraith society was different than human. "My support. After all, you've given me my freedom so the debt I have to pay is greater. Still, one or two of said requests would be very much appreciated. One, I'd like a knife. You're all armed or at least have access to arms, so a little something to protect myself would be appreciated."
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Date: 2016-07-26 02:18 am (UTC)She shrugs casually when he mentions requests. He's allowed to ask whatever he wants. She won't promise to fulfill them, but letting him speak won't harm anyone.
"A knife is not an unreasonable request," she says, though her brow knits a little. His asking for a weapon first off could bode ill...but then again, he doesn't need a weapon to slay a human. It might be best for him to have a knife, in case he's attacked, rather than being forced to fall back on his own biological defenses.
"Yes. We'll do that. What's the other request?"
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Date: 2016-07-26 02:26 am (UTC)He hadn't the slightest idea how this place was laid out, so he wasn't even sure if extra rooms were available. Apart from maybe Joe's own but if that was the case, he'd rather sleep anywhere else. He'd take the damn hallway before he slept in that man's chambers.
Finishing the soup he set the bowl aside and drank from the canteen, waiting on Furiosa's answer.
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Date: 2016-07-26 03:01 am (UTC)Pausing, she gives him a thoughtful look. "What kind of environs do you need? Guess there's always the Vault, but..."
But. She is sure as hell never going back in there herself, even with the door taken off the hinges. Not if she can help it.
"Or the greenthumb shacks in the garden. Or Organic's room. He's dead, too." She sounds pretty pleased about that.
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Date: 2016-07-26 03:10 am (UTC)Furiosa would be delighted to know that females of his kin were treated almost impossibly better than those here on earth, even before the world went to shit. Didn't mean a male like himself was treated badly, but still, the choice between which was more important in a hive, the commander or the queen was a simple one.
He'd not say no to a shack near the gardens, seeing green every time he awoke would be a very pleasant change over solid rock. "Organics?" he asked, cocking his head. A gardener?
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Date: 2016-07-27 02:51 am (UTC)She'd be happy to see him set up in the gardens. He might have to learn to deal with the Dag's sharp tongue, but after what he's already been through...well, that might be more entertaining than unsettling.
"Ugh," she shakes her head. "No, Organic was...the Organic Mechanic. Sort of a poor excuse for a healer. Last I heard, he got left in the desert, and good riddance to the oily smeg."
He had a nice room, though. Lots of space.
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Date: 2016-07-27 03:09 am (UTC)"I'll see both, but the gardens sounds far more pleasant."
He finished the canteen of water and got up. "My third request might benefit us both. Before being caught and brought here I lived out of an old bunker. It's a ways from here, three or four days, but if Joe managed not to find it-and I doubt he did-there are more than a few items in it still including maps and books." He said. "I'd like to return to it and scrounge what's useful."
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Date: 2016-07-28 01:36 am (UTC)She gestures at him to keep the canteen. He'll need one of his own to carry around, anyway. They can refill it in the garden, or on the way to the lift. "They are. They're only going to get better."
She's proud of what they've already accomplished, but very much looking forward to making more things grow. The mention of maps and books very definitely catches her attention, though, and she gives him a thoughtful look.
"And you'd share the information with us?" That sounds like what he's suggesting.
"I call that more than fair. But you'd best give yourself a day or two to bounce back, first."
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Date: 2016-07-28 02:06 am (UTC)"One more thing." he said. "I'd like to have a look at the source of the water." Obviously it wasn't piped in from any nearby stream or lake therefore it was likely from a reservoir underground. If he could have a look, he could calculate how much they had left.
Those waterfalls Joe did and the celebratory ones were likely doing more harm than good. If the reservoir was low, they were all in trouble and they'd need to find another one or, better yet, make their way to the ocean and build a filtration system. But even if it was high, every drop spilled on the ground that didn't go to someone's mouth or to a plant, was wasteful and a new way to deliver water to the masses was needed if it hadn't already been implemented.
But, she was right, a couple days at least were needed to settle in and recoup from his imprisonment before he did anything more.
Todd waited for her to lead the way out of the cell.
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Date: 2016-07-28 01:10 pm (UTC)She should have done for him long ago.
"Good luck with that one," she tells him. "But I need to visit the silverthumbs anyway. Get them on board with the rest of us. It's an aquifer," she explains. "Deep underground. I don't think we know the depth, but I'll show you the charts Joe had. It's big, unbelievably big, but I know there's no way of knowing how much is left in it."
She's thought about this already, as she recovered. The waterfall can't stay on forever. Letting it run this long is a calculated risk. They're going to need the Wretched to support them when the inevitable attacks from the remnants of those war parties come around.
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Date: 2016-07-28 03:29 pm (UTC)They made their way out of the cell, Todd not looking back as they headed to the surface. There was a bit of a walk, as the cell was rather deep. But slowly he felt and tasted the subtle air changes until, at last, they were on the surface.
It must have been a little after midday and he stepped out into that early afternoon light. How long had it been? A life time. Well, a human's anyway. Taking long, deep breaths, the Wraith relished the warmth of the light and the brightness of the almost too blue sky.
Todd looked to Furiosa after a moment. "So, going to give me the grand tour?" he grinned.
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Date: 2016-07-29 01:30 am (UTC)The war boys follow behind them as they go up, and Furiosa looks almost as relieved as Todd to be back in the open air. They're on a low ledge now, and if he looks down he can probably see some of the Wretched milling around, seeking shade to rest the midday hours in.
"I suppose I'd better," Furiosa tells him. "For the sake of making sure there are no misunderstandings."
Letting him wander around alone so soon might cause a wave of panic amongst the war boys. That wouldn't be safe for anyone. "Organic's rooms first, I think. I need to check them for painkillers anyway."
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Date: 2016-07-29 01:40 am (UTC)"Are you the only female Imperator?" he asked. She'd mentioned there were none left of course but he assumed at one time or another there were many, or several at least. Had Joe been non-sexist in that department or had she needed to fight her way to be with the boys as it were? Considering how he treated women around here, he assumed the latter.
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Date: 2016-07-30 04:45 pm (UTC)What they'll end up calling her is not necessarily a matter she has control over, though. "I was the only female Imperator. In the ranks, there were a few women--openly women, I mean, there've always been some people who paid Organic to help them become war boys--but they were all half-lives. Full-life girls...Immortan had other ideas about what they were good for. It took a lot of work to convince him I was a fighter."
It's an unusually candid admission from her, perhaps. Maybe it's a relief now to not to have to play everything so close to the chest.
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Date: 2016-07-30 05:32 pm (UTC)They made their way to Organics, drawing looks and mumbles all the way. Todd didn't care. He'd never been ashamed of what he was or regret what he'd done. He'd fed to survive, that was all there was to it.
The odd pair reached Organics soon enough. Todd had a look around, checking out the equipment and any drugs the man had created or somehow had gotten a hold of.
"Needs a serious cleaning" Todd snorted dryly.
The guy had a bit of everything, from surgical instruments to what he guessed was a blood type tester. Still, the place looked like a tetanus shot waiting to happen.
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Date: 2016-07-31 01:17 am (UTC)Furiosa, too, ignores any stares directed their way--she may be the focus of some of them, as well as Todd, although there seems to be some awe involved when she's whispered about. There are weird rumors going around. Because Immortan Joe got his title due to apparently coming back from death, and now some of the denizens of the place think Furiosa's done the same.
She waits patiently while Todd inspects the room, but she seems tense in here. She had her reasons for disliking Organic, and the place still stinks of him. Maybe they should take what salvage they need and just burn the rest. "Organic needed a serious cleaning," she mutters. "He was always a throat in need of cutting."
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Date: 2016-07-31 01:49 am (UTC)"Mind if I put it to a better use?" he asked "Everything is still in working order it seems, remarkably. May have been a foul man but he kept his instruments pretty well maintained."
Likely because getting anything out here was next to impossible, so when something important was gone, it was gone for good or Jerry-rigged into something half-assed.
He saw himself using the place as a lab. A real one. Not some tenth century butchers block. He was no medic but he was quite sure he'd be far better one than Organic ever was. He also had a few ideas up his sleeve. Literally.
Todd was actually excited about the prospect of actually having something to do again. Prison not only meant isolation and the like, but a lack of anything to do was the real pain. Normally his kin didn't devote so much time to humans, let alone helping them, but what else was he going to do? Wander the wastes? Sit around and eat his rations lamenting the old days? No, Wraith weren't like that. He'd put himself to use.
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