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.
"Organic was very fond of his instruments," she comments dryly. And if he thinks that was dark humor, he would be correct.
"But yes. Provided you do nothing to harm anyone, you're welcome to it. Especially if you have practical use in mind." She makes a sweeping gesture that encompasses the place. "There are chutes to the refuse pits in the far wall. Anything you can't use can be dumped down there. Looks like they've already moved the cages out, and I'm glad to see it."
He looked to the pits in the wall then nodded. A dump, well that made dealing with the gross mattresses a simple solution.
"Create a proper hospital." he replied. "What I've seen of the humans here, you have great need of one." Both for general everyday ailments to a sanitary place for the women and their offspring. "As well as keep an eye on my own self. The gene therapy that allows me to eat normal food was never tested long term let alone what what would happen if I fed upon humans after it'd been given to me."
The microscope Organic had was nothing special but it would suffice for him to see if anything had changed for the worse. He suspected if this flip flopping between diets had any serious affect on him, he'd have felt it by now. Still, there was the small possibility that while the food would satisfy, he'd start to deteriorate from lack of feeding on humans.
Her eyebrows go up. "A hospital. We've released the men who were kept as blood-slaves. You'll have to get voluntary donations from here on out. But mothers know we still have sick men and women here."
She wanders over to one of the chutes and glances down it briefly, tapping metal fingers on the ledge. "But a lot of the former breeders and Milking Mothers have midwife skills. I think you could get assistants, if you're prepared to listen to them."
Affording them simple respect would be enough, really. It wouldn't take much to make them like him better than Organic, or Joe and his sons.
Blood slaves? He hadn't the slightest idea what he'd need a bunch of donators for-willing or otherwise-unless someone was losing blood and a transfusion was needed. Just what the hell were they doing here?
"Of course." he said. He hadn't delivered a baby in...well, a long time-idiotic worshipers-but it was easy, you just catch. Still, he'd let the midwives handle things if they-or the mother-preferred them over him.
Todd had a look at the drug cabinet, seeing what Organic kept. He recognized a few of the drugs but most were labeled strange names without so much as a description of what they cured. If they "cured" anything.
"Anyone work with Organic know what all these do?" he asked, picking up a bottle filled with a clear liquid simply labeled "for pain". Could be anything from morphine to a torture drug of some sort.
On some level, the transfer of blood from healthy men to ailing war boys must have worked, Furiosa figures, or they wouldn't have done it. That doesn't mean there aren't treatments for night fevers and cancers that would work better.
"They're used to handling births and breastfeeding," she explains, following him over to the cabinet. "And also care for small, chronic pain. I used to see Mama Prim when my left shoulder hurt."
She eyes the 'for pain' vial skeptically. Analgesics have always been rare at the Citadel. Her guess would be more toward a pain-causing agent. "He had two apprentices, also. Bile and Twitch. If you want them, I can have them sent to help you organize the place. I'd keep an eye on them if I were you, in case they're ambitious."
She's a little prejudiced against the apprentices, though. There's bad blood there. Without Organic to give them orders, they might be fine.
He nodded and put the bottle back. "Identifying what they're for would be of great help. Unless you have any more of Joe's underlings I can test them on" he chuckled.
Another look around but there wasn't much else to the place that wasn't unidentifiable or couldn't wait until Todd had recovered to play with.
"Next stop, the gardens?" he said and gestured for her to lead the way
She has a feeling she should be appalled by that suggestion. Torturing people, even bad people, is the kind of thing she's trying to leave behind. But chuckling at the suggestion isn't the same as actually doing it, right?
She hopes not, because there's no hiding her own fox-bark of laughter. "Not right now. There's a chance some might find their way here, but I hope not."
"Very well. We'll have to go to the crane-lift." She would normally be capable of using the outer stairs, but she's still weak from her injuries, and he may not be in tip-top shape, either.
That sounds familiar. War boy humor is mostly centered around explosions and guts, except when it's scatological. Furiosa's humor, too, tends toward the macabre. She's lived among the war boys a long time; seven thousand days, plus the ones she forgot to count.
Furiosa only nods politely to most of the people they pass, except for one very lean little man with a lined face, leaning on a cane. Him, she flashes a small smile at when he salutes her. "One of the old tread workers," she explains when they move on. "The ones that live are tough as chrome-plated nails."
And she has their support.
"Oh, the other towns know. The idiot dragged all the war parties out to catch us. The People Eater and the Bullet Farmer are just as dead as he is. That's good and bad. There's a power vacuum, and we're not sure who will fill it yet."
Todd wondered if there were any here in the Citadel that didn't support Furiosa. Any Joe loyalists keeping their heads down? If so, were they making plans to overthrow her, leave, or just accepted the fact things had changed?
Well, that offer of dealing with them if need be would remain on the table.
"I suppose all we can hope for is that they'll fight among themselves awhile before making a run here." he said. "Do they have their own water sources or do they get their water from here?" he asked
If the Citadel was the only water source within reasonable distance for the other two main towns, they'd likely try to regain control of it sooner than later if they weren't in favor of Furiosa.
Again it came down to the loyalists. Would they try to take back their towns in the names of their fallen leaders? Or go with the flow of the majority who likely preferred the more free way of life Furiosa and the Sisters had brought to the Citadel?
Oh, probably. The man was not kind, but he had some level of charisma, or he wouldn't have held the place for so long. There may even be particularly devoted followers lurking around, expecting him to come back from death, as rumors say he did once before.
Furiosa figures they'll cross such bridges when they come up, but she's not oblivious to how delicate her position is. "They have no source, but they do store and recycle some water. It will be a while before they're down to drinking piss, but it'll happen. Not sure whether that will soften them up toward us or make them desperate."
If they wanted to do things on their own terms, they'd likely resort to such...measures. If not, they'd come to the Citadel as allies and for water.
As they walked, Todd memorized what he could. Anyone important Furiosa picked out as well, he also committed to memory. Just because he was recouping, didn't mean he ought to wait until he was at full strength before doing anything. Besides, he was getting the grand tour with the queen herself. More or less.
Speaking of...
"Seems I've been asking all the questions." Todd said as they stepped into the lift that would take them up to the gardens. "Figured you would be the one badgering me this whole time" he chuckled.
She's less concerned about the Bullet Farm than Gastown. The Farm is more of an outpost, and draws limited trade, and therefore has fewer resources to stand with. Gastown can afford to hire mercenaries. Of course, the real disaster would be them allying against the Citadel.
On the lift up, she introduces Todd quietly to the two war pups manning it. They look barely out of adolescence, both wide-eyed boys painted white, and the taller of the two smiles at Furiosa eagerly. As the lift travels, she actually reaches out and pats them absently, petting bald heads in turn.
"I was giving you space to get oriented. What I want, in the long term, is everything you can tell me about history, science, military strategy...anything that can give us an edge to survive here and now. You outlasted the fall of human civilization. I'm assuming you're as tough as you look, and at least as clever."
Todd looked at the boys curiously, but turned his attention to Furiosa at that, eyes widening. Everything?
He laughed.
"My apologies, but my history goes far back beyond this latest civilization's fall."
He watched the ground fall away as they were lifted higher and higher in the air, then looked to her again. "I'm about twelve thousand years old by Earth's calendar. Give or take a decade."
Maybe she's overly ambitious, but she looks more pleased than daunted by that statement. The boys, meanwhile, look like they're not sure they can count that high.
"Guess it will take longer than I thought, in that case," Furiosa tells him, eyes glinting. "We need an edge. We have a lot of enemies out there in the Wastes, and we'll take them down or die trying..."
She looks at the boys, softening subtly. "But I'd rather not die trying. Any knowledge that can help us..."
She trails off, trusting she's made her point, and that her decision to free him rather than kill him is enough to buy at least some loyalty.
Four million three hundred and eighty thousand days. Roughly. He'd be impressed if the boys could figure that out.
For now, he was...sort of glad about Furiosa taking it all in stride. Hey, whatever helped her, she seemed to embrace it.
"I'll do what I can." he replied.
Course he was far more familiar with air and space fights rather than ground ones, but he'd seen and been apart of enough to have a good portion of knowledge about them.
Maybe after Cheedo and Capable finish the school they want to create, the pups will learn how to do the math. In the meantime, Furiosa gives him a little smile and nods upward as the lift moves into the sun and open air.
They're being dropped on one of the lower garden terraces, but it's a big space, with two windmills and a crane as well as several rows of sorghum and sugar cane. Between the taller plants, there are smaller green things: dandelions and baby spinach. At the edge of the drop, there are also some ramshackle fences made of scrap, and a lean-to building with a graywater cistern beside it.
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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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Date: 2016-07-31 03:48 am (UTC)"But yes. Provided you do nothing to harm anyone, you're welcome to it. Especially if you have practical use in mind." She makes a sweeping gesture that encompasses the place. "There are chutes to the refuse pits in the far wall. Anything you can't use can be dumped down there. Looks like they've already moved the cages out, and I'm glad to see it."
"What exactly do you have planned, though?"
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Date: 2016-07-31 04:10 am (UTC)"Create a proper hospital." he replied. "What I've seen of the humans here, you have great need of one." Both for general everyday ailments to a sanitary place for the women and their offspring. "As well as keep an eye on my own self. The gene therapy that allows me to eat normal food was never tested long term let alone what what would happen if I fed upon humans after it'd been given to me."
The microscope Organic had was nothing special but it would suffice for him to see if anything had changed for the worse. He suspected if this flip flopping between diets had any serious affect on him, he'd have felt it by now. Still, there was the small possibility that while the food would satisfy, he'd start to deteriorate from lack of feeding on humans.
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Date: 2016-07-31 04:58 am (UTC)She wanders over to one of the chutes and glances down it briefly, tapping metal fingers on the ledge. "But a lot of the former breeders and Milking Mothers have midwife skills. I think you could get assistants, if you're prepared to listen to them."
Affording them simple respect would be enough, really. It wouldn't take much to make them like him better than Organic, or Joe and his sons.
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Date: 2016-07-31 05:16 am (UTC)"Of course." he said. He hadn't delivered a baby in...well, a long time-idiotic worshipers-but it was easy, you just catch. Still, he'd let the midwives handle things if they-or the mother-preferred them over him.
Todd had a look at the drug cabinet, seeing what Organic kept. He recognized a few of the drugs but most were labeled strange names without so much as a description of what they cured. If they "cured" anything.
"Anyone work with Organic know what all these do?" he asked, picking up a bottle filled with a clear liquid simply labeled "for pain". Could be anything from morphine to a torture drug of some sort.
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Date: 2016-07-31 10:07 pm (UTC)"They're used to handling births and breastfeeding," she explains, following him over to the cabinet. "And also care for small, chronic pain. I used to see Mama Prim when my left shoulder hurt."
She eyes the 'for pain' vial skeptically. Analgesics have always been rare at the Citadel. Her guess would be more toward a pain-causing agent. "He had two apprentices, also. Bile and Twitch. If you want them, I can have them sent to help you organize the place. I'd keep an eye on them if I were you, in case they're ambitious."
She's a little prejudiced against the apprentices, though. There's bad blood there. Without Organic to give them orders, they might be fine.
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Date: 2016-07-31 11:00 pm (UTC)Another look around but there wasn't much else to the place that wasn't unidentifiable or couldn't wait until Todd had recovered to play with.
"Next stop, the gardens?" he said and gestured for her to lead the way
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Date: 2016-08-01 02:31 am (UTC)She hopes not, because there's no hiding her own fox-bark of laughter. "Not right now. There's a chance some might find their way here, but I hope not."
"Very well. We'll have to go to the crane-lift." She would normally be capable of using the outer stairs, but she's still weak from her injuries, and he may not be in tip-top shape, either.
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Date: 2016-08-01 03:25 am (UTC)The trip to the lift was just as eventful as the trip to Organics. Some staring, occasional word or two to Furiosa by those they passed.
"Do the other towns know of Joe's demise?" Todd asked as they continued to make their way to the gardens.
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Date: 2016-08-03 02:05 pm (UTC)Furiosa only nods politely to most of the people they pass, except for one very lean little man with a lined face, leaning on a cane. Him, she flashes a small smile at when he salutes her. "One of the old tread workers," she explains when they move on. "The ones that live are tough as chrome-plated nails."
And she has their support.
"Oh, the other towns know. The idiot dragged all the war parties out to catch us. The People Eater and the Bullet Farmer are just as dead as he is. That's good and bad. There's a power vacuum, and we're not sure who will fill it yet."
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Date: 2016-08-03 05:46 pm (UTC)Well, that offer of dealing with them if need be would remain on the table.
"I suppose all we can hope for is that they'll fight among themselves awhile before making a run here." he said. "Do they have their own water sources or do they get their water from here?" he asked
If the Citadel was the only water source within reasonable distance for the other two main towns, they'd likely try to regain control of it sooner than later if they weren't in favor of Furiosa.
Again it came down to the loyalists. Would they try to take back their towns in the names of their fallen leaders? Or go with the flow of the majority who likely preferred the more free way of life Furiosa and the Sisters had brought to the Citadel?
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Date: 2016-08-04 12:56 am (UTC)Furiosa figures they'll cross such bridges when they come up, but she's not oblivious to how delicate her position is. "They have no source, but they do store and recycle some water. It will be a while before they're down to drinking piss, but it'll happen. Not sure whether that will soften them up toward us or make them desperate."
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Date: 2016-08-04 01:18 am (UTC)As they walked, Todd memorized what he could. Anyone important Furiosa picked out as well, he also committed to memory. Just because he was recouping, didn't mean he ought to wait until he was at full strength before doing anything. Besides, he was getting the grand tour with the queen herself. More or less.
Speaking of...
"Seems I've been asking all the questions." Todd said as they stepped into the lift that would take them up to the gardens. "Figured you would be the one badgering me this whole time" he chuckled.
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Date: 2016-08-04 02:16 am (UTC)On the lift up, she introduces Todd quietly to the two war pups manning it. They look barely out of adolescence, both wide-eyed boys painted white, and the taller of the two smiles at Furiosa eagerly. As the lift travels, she actually reaches out and pats them absently, petting bald heads in turn.
"I was giving you space to get oriented. What I want, in the long term, is everything you can tell me about history, science, military strategy...anything that can give us an edge to survive here and now. You outlasted the fall of human civilization. I'm assuming you're as tough as you look, and at least as clever."
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Date: 2016-08-04 02:36 am (UTC)He laughed.
"My apologies, but my history goes far back beyond this latest civilization's fall."
He watched the ground fall away as they were lifted higher and higher in the air, then looked to her again. "I'm about twelve thousand years old by Earth's calendar. Give or take a decade."
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Date: 2016-08-04 02:41 am (UTC)"Guess it will take longer than I thought, in that case," Furiosa tells him, eyes glinting. "We need an edge. We have a lot of enemies out there in the Wastes, and we'll take them down or die trying..."
She looks at the boys, softening subtly. "But I'd rather not die trying. Any knowledge that can help us..."
She trails off, trusting she's made her point, and that her decision to free him rather than kill him is enough to buy at least some loyalty.
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Date: 2016-08-04 02:50 am (UTC)For now, he was...sort of glad about Furiosa taking it all in stride. Hey, whatever helped her, she seemed to embrace it.
"I'll do what I can." he replied.
Course he was far more familiar with air and space fights rather than ground ones, but he'd seen and been apart of enough to have a good portion of knowledge about them.
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Date: 2016-08-05 02:25 am (UTC)They're being dropped on one of the lower garden terraces, but it's a big space, with two windmills and a crane as well as several rows of sorghum and sugar cane. Between the taller plants, there are smaller green things: dandelions and baby spinach. At the edge of the drop, there are also some ramshackle fences made of scrap, and a lean-to building with a graywater cistern beside it.
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