One of these days, Furiosa plans to work on finding them other energy sources. She's heard rumors of methane and bio-fuels being used elsewhere in the Wasteland. They might be just that--rumors and wishful thinking--but sometimes survival requires trying ridiculous things. Things like trying to take on three war parties with one Rig, a dying war boy, a handful of determined women, and a half-crazy feral. And, hell, that worked out.
Right now, she's still thinking over her strategy. Who to back here, who to push out of the way. Assassination is a possibility if worst comes to worst, but she's still trying to keep her promise to Angharad, out of guilt and sentiment, perhaps: no unnecessary killing. It's just so hard to know what is and isn't necessary, sometimes.
The massive size of Gastown does mean that there are a number of caches and dungeons and hiding places around, so Furiosa is not entirely surprised to see the door in the wall. The symbol makes her pause, though, back of her neck tingling as if the brand that still sits there is reacting to the proximity of the other image. She rolls her shoulders irritably and tugs at the door lightly with her right hand.
When that doesn't budge it, she switches to the left, slightly reckless with misdirected anger. But who will stop her, anyway, and if something within did belong to Immortan Joe, she killed him fair and square and has a right to claim it if she wants to. The pull and twist of her reforged metal arm succeeds in popping the door, and she glances around, checking for onlookers, then placing her hand over the pistol holstered at her hip before she goes in.
She makes a small circuit of the hallway, checking for signs or traps, then eyes the second door and taps it with her metal fist, which makes for a fairly impressive thump-clang.
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Date: 2016-07-30 03:08 pm (UTC)Right now, she's still thinking over her strategy. Who to back here, who to push out of the way. Assassination is a possibility if worst comes to worst, but she's still trying to keep her promise to Angharad, out of guilt and sentiment, perhaps: no unnecessary killing. It's just so hard to know what is and isn't necessary, sometimes.
The massive size of Gastown does mean that there are a number of caches and dungeons and hiding places around, so Furiosa is not entirely surprised to see the door in the wall. The symbol makes her pause, though, back of her neck tingling as if the brand that still sits there is reacting to the proximity of the other image. She rolls her shoulders irritably and tugs at the door lightly with her right hand.
When that doesn't budge it, she switches to the left, slightly reckless with misdirected anger. But who will stop her, anyway, and if something within did belong to Immortan Joe, she killed him fair and square and has a right to claim it if she wants to. The pull and twist of her reforged metal arm succeeds in popping the door, and she glances around, checking for onlookers, then placing her hand over the pistol holstered at her hip before she goes in.
She makes a small circuit of the hallway, checking for signs or traps, then eyes the second door and taps it with her metal fist, which makes for a fairly impressive thump-clang.