Their lives might be longer, but it was true, a human's life, even here in the wastes, was far more full than a Wraith's. Art and music, the things humans took for granted and created with relative ease, practically non-existent in Wraith society. Even stories, apart from historical facts, weren't a part of their culture. If it didn't have to do with feeding, it was rarely a hit. The idea of fiction for entertainment was a mystery to them. Sparring between brothers or racing around in darts was about as far as entertainment got. Todd understood a bit of it all having been around humans-not to eat-far longer than any other of his kind known to him.
Even though he didn't know of her past with Joe, he could only imagine how awful standing in the man's quarters might feel. But while her anxiety may be up thinking about going into that room, excitement was his only feeling. His only regret was that Joe couldn't watch them touch what he hid second most dear to him.
Todd gave a grunt and nod when she told him when they'd go. The idea of doing it tonight was tempting but she likely had a lot to get done before bed and he was already pushing himself for adventures so soon out of the cell.
They headed inside the armory and he had a look around, though stuck nearby Furiosa as she called for "Toast".
Art and ornamentation is still very much alive after the Apocalypse. Furiosa's tendency is to devalue non-functional artworks as mere trinkets, but she's much more enthusiastic about pretty tools, attractive clothing, well-made cars. Her personal steering wheel was quite elegant, set with intricate wire-work.
Stories, poetry, and music are different. Those are always valuable, in her eyes.
She guides them past the guards at the entrance to the armory, looking around for Toast. It's a large room with stacks of crates and shelving, and Toast is a petite girl, if gifted with more than the usual amount of grit and determination. It might take a minute to turn her up. In the meantime, Furiosa goes to a wall rack hung with various knives and looks them over critically. If she's going to give Todd one, it's going to be a decent one.
Todd follows along, drawing looks from the few war boys in the room. Furiosa stops in front of what is indeed a large wall of blades.
Hand-to-hand combat was always taught to the wraith, even the queens and females were taught at a young age how to fight. While a lot of their battles were in space, there were occasions that being on the ground left one vulnerable. As a result the wraith had developed two primary blades. A simple knife, often hidden in a boot or up a sleeve, and a long blade much like a scimitar. Their stunners were more often used, a large one akin to a shotgun or rifle for the drones and the pistol-sized ones everyone carried.
Todd browsed the wall, picking up and handling a knife that he liked then putting it back. Many were quite large and he wanted something small, simple. Finally he came across with with a sharp blade and a smooth plain handle. He slid it up his sleeve then swiftly drew it to see how it fit in his grasp. He held it by the tip and held it up to Furiosa. "I think I'll take this one."
He then looked around at the guns while they waited for Toast.
A bit like a rapier and a main gauche, perhaps? They seem to have a few swords in the armory, too. They're little-used, though. Hand to hand combat is still taught here, but war boys mostly fight from the backs of vehicles, which means they need ranged weaponry more than swords or daggers. Knives are mostly used for hunting or other practical tasks, but Furiosa and the pups she's taught know how to use every weapon they can get their hands on, from a rifle to a switchblade.
She lets Todd look over the blades, picking up and putting them down as he chooses, and nudges one or two toward him to inspect. Her choices in weapons are small but weighty, always with a tang the full length of the knife handle. The one he chooses is a weapon she approves of, and she smiles faintly. "You can have that one. Yes."
"We'll find you a sheath for it later, or I can have a leatherworker make one..." She follows him past a half-empty rack of rifles, and on the other side of it is where they find Toast. She's small and lean, but curvy, dusky-skinned, with short brown hair. There's a healing wound on one cheekbone, but it doesn't seem to bother her, stitches small and tidy. She seems to be cleaning a Smith and Wesson model 10, and doesn't even look up as they approach, busy.
"Hey, Furi. So, you let him out after all?" she says, smirking. "That Corpus is going to be horrified."
"Corpus isn't in charge," Furiosa points out. "But he can be horrified all he wants. You can call this one Todd. Todd, this is Toast."
He nodded his thanks then added, "Don't need a sheath" he said, sliding the knife back up his sleeve. Hidden from view and easy to access if needed.
He followed her around and got to meet Toast, which was, if possible, an even stranger name than The Dag. She seemed to care even less about him than the other woman had. Fortunately his Wraith pride died many years ago.
Like the Dag, he inclined his head respectfully when Furiosa introduced him but looked back at the former imperator. "Who's Corpus?" he asked. Another of Joe's close henchmen?
"More power to you, then." She flashes him a wry smile. The metal will keep better outside a sheath, anyway. "I'll get you a little clean oil to sharpen it with later."
Toast is watching them out of the corner of her eye, but it's her way to appear as unimpressed as possible until she can't any longer. She's curious, though. Once the ice is broken, he may be peppered with questions. Todd's Wraith pride might be more gratified when he meets Cheedo. She does wide-eyed, innocent awe better than anyone Furiosa knows.
"Corpus is one of Joe's sons," Furiosa answers. "The middle son. He had three, but the other two are dead."
"Good riddance," Toast adds, and rubs the stock of the gun clean with a rag. "They're all bad seeds, you know."
"Maybe so, but Corpus has the potential to be useful." She looks at Todd. "He's the small one. Confined to a chair, with delicate bones. He knows more about the old trade alliances than anyone else in the place, though."
Todd was rather surprised Joe only had three sons. He thought the man had forced himself on his Wives quite a lot. Perhaps thanks to their circumstances the women miscarried or the like often. Or the man had boasted more than his britches. Either way, only one of three remained. Sounded like Corpus though had to stick around if he knew such, though he hoped the guy knew that if he stuck a toe out of line he'd likely have the whole Citadel on him just for being related to Joe.
He discreetly watched Toast as she did them, the way she handled and cleaned the gun with care any military dog would be proud of. She'd likely be happy to know there was a small but significant stash of guns and ammo at the bunker.
There's a dirty little secret hidden there. Todd isn't wrong about what Joe wanted and what he did, just overestimating the man's fertility. That, and there were many miscarriages, children too deformed to survive, girls birthed and discarded to be slaves, and at least one deliberate infanticide that Furiosa knows of. It's a dark history, possibly too dark to dwell on in full detail.
"...I'll introduce you later," Furiosa says slowly, thoughtful. Because Corpus is a wild card. He's absolutely no physical threat, and for that reason she hesitates to harm or kill him. But he's clever, he knows too much, and he might be able to rally followers.
And apparently the idea of Todd being free to wander around the Citadel makes him nervous. Furiosa isn't above using that sort of thing to her advantage.
At last, Toast looks up, squints at Todd, and stands, setting the gun aside. She's all of 5'2" but she seems to be trying to look taller. "Hey," she says mildly. It seems to be her way of greeting him formally at last.
Deformities were exceedingly rare among Wraith, especially after they perfected the birth-by-hive method which was more or less the Queen transferring her fertilized DNA to the ship to finish the growing process, ensuring she wasn't physically burdened and also allowing the offspring to grow more than they would if she carried them within like humans did. If a Wraith was born with a deformity, they were given the same chance as any youngster.
Todd had not seen as many deformed humans as he had until he'd come to earth, before and after the death of the world. Due to relatively poor medical treatments, humans in Pegasus likely committed a lot of infanticide, for if you were not born healthy you might be a burden in the future, getting yourself and those around you caught by the Wraith.
He grinned a bit at that. Making Corpus feel on edge might ensure the man cooperates. Especially since he'll know the Wraith will back the woman who let him out until his dying breath.
At six-four, Toast barely meets his shoulder, still, he'll treat her with as much respect as he would if their heights were reversed. He nods again at Toast. "How long have you been handling weapons?" he asked. He didn't think Joe would allow his wives to go anywhere near such arms, but she handled the rifle as though she'd been born with one.
They'll have to talk about Wraith hives later. Furiosa has almost no inkling of his species culture. Very little has survived the apocalypse, in the way of information. It's possible Immortan Joe had some books in his personal chambers, though. Regardless, she will be fascinated to hear about Queens.
The Wasteland has mixed feelings on congenital deformities in its children. Life is so harsh on the healthy, the chances of a weak infant are very, very poor. Still, the ones that can make it in spite of their weaknesses often prove themselves very cunning, or very tough, indeed. Corpus and Rictus were coddled, being Joe's sons as they were. Furiosa is still hesitant to underestimate Joe's last living blood.
She sees Todd grin, though, and knows he can tell exactly what she's thinking. She's starting to like him quite a bit, and she gives him a subtle, approving nod.
Meanwhile, he's asked Toast exactly the right question. She straightens her spine a little further, proud. "I was Wasteland-born, but my family settled at the Bullet Farm when I was little. I was counting rounds as soon as I learned numbers, and I could load a gun long before I came here."
"The other girls call her the Knowing sometimes," Furiosa says. She likes Toast. She's practical, and fearless. "For good reason."
The Queens were everything to the Wraith. A hive felt and looked weak without one. They lived double his own age at their peak and were more powerful than a male. They controlled legions of drones with a mere thought and the only thing she had to fear was another Queen.
There is much to talk about and little if anything was actually jotted down about the Wraith. His and his kin's involvement was more or less right before the world went apart. Most about them was at Stargate Command and Area 51, far, far from here. And everything released when the Stargate program went public was mostly on the internet, long gone now.
He listens attentively to her little backstory. So, like Furiosa, not born here. Taken. Or perhaps given as a gift between towns for Joe.
He glanced to Furiosa when she mentioned a nickname for Toast. More names. Thank goodness for a long memory.
A little more talk before they left, heading back to Organics as Todd needed some rest.
"Good group here. A shame much of their early lives were wasted with Joe leading them." he said
Furiosa and Toast work together well. There's a level of comfort there that wasn't present with the Dag. More like her interaction with Hela, the Vuvalini, earlier on. As fond as she is of all the Sisters she rescued and fought with, Furiosa is most comfortable with people who can handle themselves in a fight. Rough people that she doesn't have to worry about breaking.
Todd is tough, clearly, and not remotely breakable, although his inhuman intellect is several cuts above what she's used to. Her brain is leaping and bounding to try and keep up. She doesn't mind the workout.
"They are," she agrees with him, quietly proud. "The Sisters are shine and chrome. Even most of his soldiers, the war boys, are good men in spite of the old schlanger's best efforts. I just wish we hadn't had to kill so many in the road war." She pauses a moment, and looks sideways at him.
"I hate this place. I always have, thanks to him. But the people in it are worth building something better for."
He did have a couple years on her, still, there was much he had to learn from her as well.
"War always has its causalities." he said. The death of the world had taken everything from him after all. A way home, the humans he'd come to know, and a few loyal kin as well. He could only hope that, with the death of Joe, the world would start to heal. Or at least this corner of it.
There were signs it was. This place was already seeing great change thanks to Furiosa. And it had only been a couple days.
"Unless this Corpus starts going behind your back, recruiting against you, I think you'll have the war boy's full cooperation." he said. He stopped in their walk a moment to look at the sky, now dark and full of stars.
"Seen too much violence," she nods. "Maybe you have, too. We'll see still more, I'm sure. That's just...the world as it is now."
She's not happy about it, but unlike Angharad, she accepts it. Violence isn't inherently good or bad, she feels. Neither is killing. Both are tools, that can be used for bad ends or good ends, taken up and put back down as needed. If she has to use them to build this place up, she will, and grieve for it later.
"He won't be in a hurry to make trouble," she says. "I think he'll bide his time." And then she looks up with him, letting her shoulder bump his lightly, a friendly touch. "Do your people have different names for them than we humans do? The Vuvalini used the old Greek names for the stars. The War boys have their own."
Oh he'd seen a lot of killing and done his fair share of it, and not just for feeding.
He looked at her at the shoulder bump, a strange gesture, but shakes his head. "No, remember, we aren't the naming type." he chuckled with a grin. "Though thanks to several books I do know the names the Greek gave them."
His gaze returned to the sky for a bit longer before they continued to walk.
They were too far south to see the constellation Pegasus, in which his galaxy resided. Still, the open infinite of the sky was great to feel again.
At her best--on her own turf and her own terms--Furiosa is a fairly tactile person. It sometimes feels like a small triumph to be able to touch someone in a way that's neutral or kind rather than violent. She still remembers sleeping in puppy-piles with the younger trainees in the lancer barracks. The security of numbers, and the warmth of body heat.
She hums at his answer, nodding, and follows slowly, pointing. "Orion," she says. "The war boys call that one Blackfinger, and the three stars at the center are his toolbelt. And that one..."
She gestures to Ursa Major. "That one's the Spanner." Smile. "They're single-minded sometimes."
Oh did they have that in common. Young wraith did the same. All those who had yet to turn to feeding on humans stayed with one another in a creche. They did everything from eating and sleeping together to wandering their hive ship and learning about it and their older kin. You stayed in that group until maturity, and even then, like your brothers, you helped teach the younger generation.
A chuff as she described them. Humans couldn't help but name everything, even so, some names, like the Greek, stuck around for eons. Who knows? Perhaps in a thousand years Ursa Major would only be know as Spanner?
All too soon they were back at Organics. It had been quite the amazing day, and, thanks to Furiosa, he'd have more of them. Tomorrow they'd check out Joe's personal vault, and perhaps meet more of the sisters.
"Shall I wait for you to come to me tomorrow?" he asked, not quite sure about roaming around on his own just yet...also he had no idea where she rested in the Citadel so he'd likely find himself lost.
She'll like hearing about that. While the idea of a species that devours human life force is naturally unpleasant to her, and Todd is far from cuddly, some of his race's habits may be more reassuring to her than those of humans. He hasn't told her much yet, but from some of his offhanded comments, she's already intrigued.
Names have power, in Furiosa's estimation. Her own birth name, bestowed by her mother, is something she does not share casually. Furiosa is an initiate name, given later. Perhaps it suits her better, but there's a part of her that will always be Anna Jobassa, if only in remembrance of the mother that carried her.
"If you like, I can do that. I'm up at dawn. I'll bring you breakfast." She smiles a little. She did promise double rations for a while, to help him get back up to full strength. "Anything in here was Organic's, and you can have it. But if you need more or cleaner bedding, let me know in the morning. I'll see to it."
The Wraith nodded, thanked her again and they went their separate ways for the night.
He slept against the far wall as closer inspection of the mattress revealed some unpleasantness.
Just as well, the frame was very loud and creaky, and he was used to sleeping as he was. He just hoped when he awoke this wasn't some strange and wonderful dream.
Nope, it was real. Down to the smell.
Spine popping as he stood from the sitting position, Todd got up just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. While he waited for Furiosa, he began to work a bit on what was to be the hospital, tossing anything he knew right away that needed replacing or was just unneeded down the disposal chute. A little oil he found-who knows what its original purpose was-did the trick in stopping the squeaky bed and he applied it to all the others as well. In the end, all the mattresses had to go, stained or infested with something, there was no place for them here. Shoving them down the chute with the rest of the junk proved impossible so he merely moved them out of the room as a reminder they needed to be disposed of. Burning was likely the best course of action.
He was having a second look at some of the more intricate instruments when the far more pleasant aroma of food enticed him to the door.
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Date: 2016-08-29 02:48 am (UTC)Even though he didn't know of her past with Joe, he could only imagine how awful standing in the man's quarters might feel. But while her anxiety may be up thinking about going into that room, excitement was his only feeling. His only regret was that Joe couldn't watch them touch what he hid second most dear to him.
Todd gave a grunt and nod when she told him when they'd go. The idea of doing it tonight was tempting but she likely had a lot to get done before bed and he was already pushing himself for adventures so soon out of the cell.
They headed inside the armory and he had a look around, though stuck nearby Furiosa as she called for "Toast".
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Date: 2016-08-30 02:34 am (UTC)Stories, poetry, and music are different. Those are always valuable, in her eyes.
She guides them past the guards at the entrance to the armory, looking around for Toast. It's a large room with stacks of crates and shelving, and Toast is a petite girl, if gifted with more than the usual amount of grit and determination. It might take a minute to turn her up. In the meantime, Furiosa goes to a wall rack hung with various knives and looks them over critically. If she's going to give Todd one, it's going to be a decent one.
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Date: 2016-08-30 02:47 am (UTC)Hand-to-hand combat was always taught to the wraith, even the queens and females were taught at a young age how to fight. While a lot of their battles were in space, there were occasions that being on the ground left one vulnerable. As a result the wraith had developed two primary blades. A simple knife, often hidden in a boot or up a sleeve, and a long blade much like a scimitar. Their stunners were more often used, a large one akin to a shotgun or rifle for the drones and the pistol-sized ones everyone carried.
Todd browsed the wall, picking up and handling a knife that he liked then putting it back. Many were quite large and he wanted something small, simple. Finally he came across with with a sharp blade and a smooth plain handle. He slid it up his sleeve then swiftly drew it to see how it fit in his grasp. He held it by the tip and held it up to Furiosa. "I think I'll take this one."
He then looked around at the guns while they waited for Toast.
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Date: 2016-09-05 05:11 pm (UTC)She lets Todd look over the blades, picking up and putting them down as he chooses, and nudges one or two toward him to inspect. Her choices in weapons are small but weighty, always with a tang the full length of the knife handle. The one he chooses is a weapon she approves of, and she smiles faintly. "You can have that one. Yes."
"We'll find you a sheath for it later, or I can have a leatherworker make one..." She follows him past a half-empty rack of rifles, and on the other side of it is where they find Toast. She's small and lean, but curvy, dusky-skinned, with short brown hair. There's a healing wound on one cheekbone, but it doesn't seem to bother her, stitches small and tidy. She seems to be cleaning a Smith and Wesson model 10, and doesn't even look up as they approach, busy.
"Hey, Furi. So, you let him out after all?" she says, smirking. "That Corpus is going to be horrified."
"Corpus isn't in charge," Furiosa points out. "But he can be horrified all he wants. You can call this one Todd. Todd, this is Toast."
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Date: 2016-09-05 05:23 pm (UTC)He followed her around and got to meet Toast, which was, if possible, an even stranger name than The Dag. She seemed to care even less about him than the other woman had. Fortunately his Wraith pride died many years ago.
Like the Dag, he inclined his head respectfully when Furiosa introduced him but looked back at the former imperator. "Who's Corpus?" he asked. Another of Joe's close henchmen?
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Date: 2016-09-05 07:42 pm (UTC)Toast is watching them out of the corner of her eye, but it's her way to appear as unimpressed as possible until she can't any longer. She's curious, though. Once the ice is broken, he may be peppered with questions. Todd's Wraith pride might be more gratified when he meets Cheedo. She does wide-eyed, innocent awe better than anyone Furiosa knows.
"Corpus is one of Joe's sons," Furiosa answers. "The middle son. He had three, but the other two are dead."
"Good riddance," Toast adds, and rubs the stock of the gun clean with a rag. "They're all bad seeds, you know."
"Maybe so, but Corpus has the potential to be useful." She looks at Todd. "He's the small one. Confined to a chair, with delicate bones. He knows more about the old trade alliances than anyone else in the place, though."
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Date: 2016-09-05 08:47 pm (UTC)He discreetly watched Toast as she did them, the way she handled and cleaned the gun with care any military dog would be proud of. She'd likely be happy to know there was a small but significant stash of guns and ammo at the bunker.
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Date: 2016-09-06 01:48 am (UTC)"...I'll introduce you later," Furiosa says slowly, thoughtful. Because Corpus is a wild card. He's absolutely no physical threat, and for that reason she hesitates to harm or kill him. But he's clever, he knows too much, and he might be able to rally followers.
And apparently the idea of Todd being free to wander around the Citadel makes him nervous. Furiosa isn't above using that sort of thing to her advantage.
At last, Toast looks up, squints at Todd, and stands, setting the gun aside. She's all of 5'2" but she seems to be trying to look taller. "Hey," she says mildly. It seems to be her way of greeting him formally at last.
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Date: 2016-09-06 02:21 am (UTC)Todd had not seen as many deformed humans as he had until he'd come to earth, before and after the death of the world. Due to relatively poor medical treatments, humans in Pegasus likely committed a lot of infanticide, for if you were not born healthy you might be a burden in the future, getting yourself and those around you caught by the Wraith.
He grinned a bit at that. Making Corpus feel on edge might ensure the man cooperates. Especially since he'll know the Wraith will back the woman who let him out until his dying breath.
At six-four, Toast barely meets his shoulder, still, he'll treat her with as much respect as he would if their heights were reversed. He nods again at Toast. "How long have you been handling weapons?" he asked. He didn't think Joe would allow his wives to go anywhere near such arms, but she handled the rifle as though she'd been born with one.
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Date: 2016-09-08 02:19 am (UTC)The Wasteland has mixed feelings on congenital deformities in its children. Life is so harsh on the healthy, the chances of a weak infant are very, very poor. Still, the ones that can make it in spite of their weaknesses often prove themselves very cunning, or very tough, indeed. Corpus and Rictus were coddled, being Joe's sons as they were. Furiosa is still hesitant to underestimate Joe's last living blood.
She sees Todd grin, though, and knows he can tell exactly what she's thinking. She's starting to like him quite a bit, and she gives him a subtle, approving nod.
Meanwhile, he's asked Toast exactly the right question. She straightens her spine a little further, proud. "I was Wasteland-born, but my family settled at the Bullet Farm when I was little. I was counting rounds as soon as I learned numbers, and I could load a gun long before I came here."
"The other girls call her the Knowing sometimes," Furiosa says. She likes Toast. She's practical, and fearless. "For good reason."
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Date: 2016-09-08 02:54 am (UTC)There is much to talk about and little if anything was actually jotted down about the Wraith. His and his kin's involvement was more or less right before the world went apart. Most about them was at Stargate Command and Area 51, far, far from here. And everything released when the Stargate program went public was mostly on the internet, long gone now.
He listens attentively to her little backstory. So, like Furiosa, not born here. Taken. Or perhaps given as a gift between towns for Joe.
He glanced to Furiosa when she mentioned a nickname for Toast. More names. Thank goodness for a long memory.
A little more talk before they left, heading back to Organics as Todd needed some rest.
"Good group here. A shame much of their early lives were wasted with Joe leading them." he said
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Date: 2016-09-09 01:24 pm (UTC)Todd is tough, clearly, and not remotely breakable, although his inhuman intellect is several cuts above what she's used to. Her brain is leaping and bounding to try and keep up. She doesn't mind the workout.
"They are," she agrees with him, quietly proud. "The Sisters are shine and chrome. Even most of his soldiers, the war boys, are good men in spite of the old schlanger's best efforts. I just wish we hadn't had to kill so many in the road war." She pauses a moment, and looks sideways at him.
"I hate this place. I always have, thanks to him. But the people in it are worth building something better for."
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Date: 2016-09-09 05:58 pm (UTC)"War always has its causalities." he said. The death of the world had taken everything from him after all. A way home, the humans he'd come to know, and a few loyal kin as well. He could only hope that, with the death of Joe, the world would start to heal. Or at least this corner of it.
There were signs it was. This place was already seeing great change thanks to Furiosa. And it had only been a couple days.
"Unless this Corpus starts going behind your back, recruiting against you, I think you'll have the war boy's full cooperation." he said. He stopped in their walk a moment to look at the sky, now dark and full of stars.
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Date: 2016-09-10 02:00 am (UTC)She's not happy about it, but unlike Angharad, she accepts it. Violence isn't inherently good or bad, she feels. Neither is killing. Both are tools, that can be used for bad ends or good ends, taken up and put back down as needed. If she has to use them to build this place up, she will, and grieve for it later.
"He won't be in a hurry to make trouble," she says. "I think he'll bide his time." And then she looks up with him, letting her shoulder bump his lightly, a friendly touch. "Do your people have different names for them than we humans do? The Vuvalini used the old Greek names for the stars. The War boys have their own."
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Date: 2016-09-10 02:18 am (UTC)He looked at her at the shoulder bump, a strange gesture, but shakes his head. "No, remember, we aren't the naming type." he chuckled with a grin. "Though thanks to several books I do know the names the Greek gave them."
His gaze returned to the sky for a bit longer before they continued to walk.
They were too far south to see the constellation Pegasus, in which his galaxy resided. Still, the open infinite of the sky was great to feel again.
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Date: 2016-09-11 04:03 am (UTC)She hums at his answer, nodding, and follows slowly, pointing. "Orion," she says. "The war boys call that one Blackfinger, and the three stars at the center are his toolbelt. And that one..."
She gestures to Ursa Major. "That one's the Spanner." Smile. "They're single-minded sometimes."
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Date: 2016-09-11 04:22 am (UTC)A chuff as she described them. Humans couldn't help but name everything, even so, some names, like the Greek, stuck around for eons. Who knows? Perhaps in a thousand years Ursa Major would only be know as Spanner?
All too soon they were back at Organics. It had been quite the amazing day, and, thanks to Furiosa, he'd have more of them. Tomorrow they'd check out Joe's personal vault, and perhaps meet more of the sisters.
"Shall I wait for you to come to me tomorrow?" he asked, not quite sure about roaming around on his own just yet...also he had no idea where she rested in the Citadel so he'd likely find himself lost.
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Date: 2016-09-14 02:31 am (UTC)Names have power, in Furiosa's estimation. Her own birth name, bestowed by her mother, is something she does not share casually. Furiosa is an initiate name, given later. Perhaps it suits her better, but there's a part of her that will always be Anna Jobassa, if only in remembrance of the mother that carried her.
"If you like, I can do that. I'm up at dawn. I'll bring you breakfast." She smiles a little. She did promise double rations for a while, to help him get back up to full strength. "Anything in here was Organic's, and you can have it. But if you need more or cleaner bedding, let me know in the morning. I'll see to it."
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Date: 2016-09-14 02:44 am (UTC)He slept against the far wall as closer inspection of the mattress revealed some unpleasantness.
Just as well, the frame was very loud and creaky, and he was used to sleeping as he was. He just hoped when he awoke this wasn't some strange and wonderful dream.
Nope, it was real. Down to the smell.
Spine popping as he stood from the sitting position, Todd got up just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. While he waited for Furiosa, he began to work a bit on what was to be the hospital, tossing anything he knew right away that needed replacing or was just unneeded down the disposal chute. A little oil he found-who knows what its original purpose was-did the trick in stopping the squeaky bed and he applied it to all the others as well. In the end, all the mattresses had to go, stained or infested with something, there was no place for them here. Shoving them down the chute with the rest of the junk proved impossible so he merely moved them out of the room as a reminder they needed to be disposed of. Burning was likely the best course of action.
He was having a second look at some of the more intricate instruments when the far more pleasant aroma of food enticed him to the door.