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.
"Who tends to these?" he asked as they walked the path, pausing to look at the sugar cane, surprised they had it. Sweeteners were a luxury back in his galaxy for humans. And usually said sweetener was honey. Which they seemed to have here as well judging by the bee boxes at the far end.
The dandelions were a surprise as well as they were often considered a weed and thus were likely kept in rigorous check here. He assumed you could eat them, otherwise why grow them?
"Technically, up until now, mostly slaves," she says with a sigh. "That's splitting hairs, I guess. They wanted to come up and work, for the most part. Even a rough job up here is better than starving on the ground, but we're going to make some changes, as quickly as we can without letting the infrastructure fall apart."
"The Dag is going to handle the gardens and fields. Directing the planting, I mean. We may be able to grow even more than we do now, if we're clever about it."
She nods at the rows. "Growing greens under taller stalks is one trick. The shade keeps the delicate plants from wilting."
Oh, the dandelions are definitely for eating. The blossoms make dandelion wine, too, but it will be quite a while before they get to try that.
He observed the few tricks she pointed out. Indeed, that was clever, specially since otherwise, up here, they'd be getting sun all day long without any relief.
"Guess I should meet this Dag if I'm to be living up here" he said as they came upon the first of the shacks.
It really was a shack. Four walls, a grimy window, and a bed. A shovel and a towel were hung on one wall. It was also very hot up here. He was second-guessing his preference for staying up here.
Perhaps though it was best he stayed down in Organics. He wasn't a gardener anyway, knowing about as much of it as Furiosa would know how to pilot a dart ship.
"I would advise that. She's...bound to be a little territorial." Furiosa hides a smile. The Dag is far from violent, and despite being tall, she's a willowy slip of a woman, so she's not physically imposing. Still, Furiosa has no doubt that if she feels her little green children are threatened, she'll very easily become a mother bear.
Plus, there's the pregnancy hormones starting to kick in. The Dag will be a terror before much longer.
The shack will be cooler and more pleasant in the evenings, but Furiosa won't blame him one bit if he prefers the indoors. She's thinking he's more of a scholar than an outdoorsman, from the limited acquaintance they've had. That, and if he's got the knowledge for making use of Organic's equipment, they want that working for them.
"Not that pretty, I know." She says with a shrug. "But a step up from a cell."
He's dealt with Wraith Queens all his life. He was quite sure there would be no difference between one of them and Dag. Was the "the" necessary? Names were strange. So all he had to do was listen, keep eye contact to a minimum, and he was sure he'd remain on her good side.
Oh he loves the outdoors, in fact he can't wait until the sky darkens and the first stars appear. He's just not used to this environment after being underground in a relatively climate-controlled area for so long.
"I'll remain in Organics until its up and running properly I think, and then settle up here." Todd decided as they left the shack to tour more of the gardens.
Was better anyway, meant he didn't have to make the trek back and forth in his recuperating state. In the meantime the shacks could be cleaned up and outfitted with mattresses that weren't crawling with bedbugs. Also, once he was up to it, make his own to his preference.
Come to think of it, Furiosa isn't sure whether 'the' needs to be there or not. She's sure 'the Dag' is a nickname, but beyond that, not positive. She could probably ask sometime, but by and large she leaves it up to the Sisters to tell her what they think she needs to know when she needs to know it.
"I have no objection to that," Furiosa says easily, and hopes he doesn't think she's a pushover because she's agreeing to his requests without a protest. He hasn't asked anything unreasonable so far.
The next terrace up takes a short steep climb up a flight of rock-carved stairs, and she's panting by the time they get to the top. Her lungs aren't quite right yet, and she's suffering from the days-old loss of blood. She looks irritated to be so weak, and sits on a boulder to recover, looking out at the view Northward into the bright desert.
He's quite sure she'll eventually draw the line somewhere on his requests, but for now what he asked for was needed and really a no-brainer.
Todd paused as she seemed to collapse. Heat stroke? No. Her breathing sounded strange. She'd been injured in the fight with Joe, he wondered just how badly if it was still affecting her a couple days later. Clearly it was taking a toll on her during their stroll
He could help...After all, her cooperation was the best thing for him right now...But if it wasn't a fatal wound, he felt as though he'd be wasting himself...Plus...it was a gift.
He decided to put aside his pride and offer it to her. If she refused, so be it.
"Wraith have a unique ability to give back the life we took." he said, lifting his right hand and looking at the slit in his palm. "It stems from an enzyme we naturally produce. You see, our method of feeding on humans is so traumatizing to the victim's body, that if we didn't inject the enzyme while simultaneously feeding upon them, they'd die within a couple seconds. But it also can be used on its own. Be it reviving someone from the dead a short while ago, to extending the lives of our devout worshipers..." Todd looked to her injured side. "Or healing an injured brother."
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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.
argh notifs are being a pain again
Date: 2016-08-05 03:18 am (UTC)The dandelions were a surprise as well as they were often considered a weed and thus were likely kept in rigorous check here. He assumed you could eat them, otherwise why grow them?
I'm getting no notifs at all right now :/
Date: 2016-08-07 03:43 am (UTC)"The Dag is going to handle the gardens and fields. Directing the planting, I mean. We may be able to grow even more than we do now, if we're clever about it."
She nods at the rows. "Growing greens under taller stalks is one trick. The shade keeps the delicate plants from wilting."
Oh, the dandelions are definitely for eating. The blossoms make dandelion wine, too, but it will be quite a while before they get to try that.
i'm getting them through my DW inbox but not email :/
Date: 2016-08-07 04:39 am (UTC)"Guess I should meet this Dag if I'm to be living up here" he said as they came upon the first of the shacks.
It really was a shack. Four walls, a grimy window, and a bed. A shovel and a towel were hung on one wall. It was also very hot up here. He was second-guessing his preference for staying up here.
Perhaps though it was best he stayed down in Organics. He wasn't a gardener anyway, knowing about as much of it as Furiosa would know how to pilot a dart ship.
supposedly it's resolved now but I'm a little concerned still
Date: 2016-08-08 12:56 am (UTC)Plus, there's the pregnancy hormones starting to kick in. The Dag will be a terror before much longer.
The shack will be cooler and more pleasant in the evenings, but Furiosa won't blame him one bit if he prefers the indoors. She's thinking he's more of a scholar than an outdoorsman, from the limited acquaintance they've had. That, and if he's got the knowledge for making use of Organic's equipment, they want that working for them.
"Not that pretty, I know." She says with a shrug. "But a step up from a cell."
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Date: 2016-08-08 01:15 am (UTC)Oh he loves the outdoors, in fact he can't wait until the sky darkens and the first stars appear. He's just not used to this environment after being underground in a relatively climate-controlled area for so long.
"I'll remain in Organics until its up and running properly I think, and then settle up here." Todd decided as they left the shack to tour more of the gardens.
Was better anyway, meant he didn't have to make the trek back and forth in his recuperating state. In the meantime the shacks could be cleaned up and outfitted with mattresses that weren't crawling with bedbugs. Also, once he was up to it, make his own to his preference.
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Date: 2016-08-08 02:41 am (UTC)"I have no objection to that," Furiosa says easily, and hopes he doesn't think she's a pushover because she's agreeing to his requests without a protest. He hasn't asked anything unreasonable so far.
The next terrace up takes a short steep climb up a flight of rock-carved stairs, and she's panting by the time they get to the top. Her lungs aren't quite right yet, and she's suffering from the days-old loss of blood. She looks irritated to be so weak, and sits on a boulder to recover, looking out at the view Northward into the bright desert.
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Date: 2016-08-08 02:59 am (UTC)Todd paused as she seemed to collapse. Heat stroke? No. Her breathing sounded strange. She'd been injured in the fight with Joe, he wondered just how badly if it was still affecting her a couple days later. Clearly it was taking a toll on her during their stroll
He could help...After all, her cooperation was the best thing for him right now...But if it wasn't a fatal wound, he felt as though he'd be wasting himself...Plus...it was a gift.
He decided to put aside his pride and offer it to her. If she refused, so be it.
"Wraith have a unique ability to give back the life we took." he said, lifting his right hand and looking at the slit in his palm. "It stems from an enzyme we naturally produce. You see, our method of feeding on humans is so traumatizing to the victim's body, that if we didn't inject the enzyme while simultaneously feeding upon them, they'd die within a couple seconds. But it also can be used on its own. Be it reviving someone from the dead a short while ago, to extending the lives of our devout worshipers..." Todd looked to her injured side. "Or healing an injured brother."
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