"I am the backup," she says wryly, shrugs one shoulder, and steps off the bike to approach. "The smoke is from my city's trade caravan. We got attacked."
She looks them over again. "You can call me Furiosa. Either of you any good with an engine?"
Daxter eyed Jak for a second and raised a eyebrow "If you are the [i]backup[/i], then who's... the main guy?"
Jak nodded and got out of the dune buggy "Furiosa, I'm Jak, you could also call me Mar if you'd like, This is Daxter... he's... a ottsel and used to be human at one point but you'll find he's just as good at what he does."
Jak looks over at the taller female "Furiosa, I'm excellent at engines.. I've worked with cars all my life.. All i need is some water and I can get your car up and running like new." "Dax, come help me down here for a second.."
"Guy?" She repeats skeptically, and smirks. "What I mean is, my friend is driving this run, not me. I'm playing escort. Damn Buzzards ran us into soft sand."
She shakes her head. "Never heard of an ottsel. If you can work, I don't care what you are or what you were. Follow me. We have enough water to share."
"Then I'm sorry you didn't get away with them by traveling here," Furiosa says dryly. "The Buzzards are scavengers. No conscience. They eat their own dead."
She means that literally. "I would advise you to stay away from them, wherever you plan to go from here."
As they get closer to the smoke, it becomes clear that there is a large truck, rather than just a car, foundered in the sand and smoking due to a dying engine fire. There are also marks along the side of it that suggest it's been hit with a very large blade. Two men painted white, and an older woman in multilayered clothing, are leaning over the massive engine and frowning. Under the shadow of the rest of the vehicle, a few other people sit tending wounds and watching for further trouble.
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Date: 2016-08-07 03:35 am (UTC)She looks them over again. "You can call me Furiosa. Either of you any good with an engine?"
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Date: 2016-08-07 08:31 pm (UTC)Jak nodded and got out of the dune buggy "Furiosa, I'm Jak, you could also call me Mar if you'd like, This is Daxter... he's... a ottsel and used to be human at one point but you'll find he's just as good at what he does."
Jak looks over at the taller female "Furiosa, I'm excellent at engines.. I've worked with cars all my life.. All i need is some water and I can get your car up and running like new." "Dax, come help me down here for a second.."
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Date: 2016-08-08 01:00 am (UTC)She shakes her head. "Never heard of an ottsel. If you can work, I don't care what you are or what you were. Follow me. We have enough water to share."
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Date: 2016-08-08 07:30 pm (UTC)Jak nodded and Daxter hopped on his shoulder, letting Furiosa take the lead toward the car that needed the repairs and toward her friend.
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Date: 2016-08-11 02:35 am (UTC)She means that literally. "I would advise you to stay away from them, wherever you plan to go from here."
As they get closer to the smoke, it becomes clear that there is a large truck, rather than just a car, foundered in the sand and smoking due to a dying engine fire. There are also marks along the side of it that suggest it's been hit with a very large blade. Two men painted white, and an older woman in multilayered clothing, are leaning over the massive engine and frowning. Under the shadow of the rest of the vehicle, a few other people sit tending wounds and watching for further trouble.