you can bury my body, but I'll never die

[eumenis]

Furiosa enters the Nexus on the second day of Autumn, flanked by three War Boys. One remains by the gate with a motorbike, but the other two follow her on a trade negotiation with a third party. They're being offered technology that will increase the fuel efficiency of their vehicles, but they need to make sure the cost isn't too high. In the end, the negotiations go well, and Furiosa has a written proposal to take back to the council. She and her men will make a brief stop for medical supplies and a meal for themselves before returning home.

Nexus trips are largely business these days. That's just how things are, but she's also not above buying herself an enormous peach and strawberry boba tea and letting her War Boys get smoothies. And that takes them through the Plaza, past the central area where new arrivals often find themselves dropped, dazed and puzzled from the last thing they experienced before arriving here.

Comments

[missursaminor]

"True enough I suppose." She'd seen it happen often enough, in men and women alike, no matter how old or skilled they were. She knew that for as tough as she was, she wasn't immune to this but accepting it would be a different story entirely.

"I'm thirteen," Lyanna informed them, well aware that she likely still looked younger than that. Annoying, but being underestimated was a useful tactic at times. "I've trained with a sword since I could hold one though, other weapons too. If it's martial training you need, I don't see why I couldn't provide it."

A tart twist of her mouth, arms crossed. "The first one to complain about my age in the process gets a club between the eyes, though."

[eumenis]

Furiosa suspects if battle fatigue doesn't ruffle her, homesickness eventually will. Even a girl of chrome has a heart somewhere. But trying to convince her of it prematurely would be offputting, stifling. Best they get to know one another first.

She nods at the age. She does look young, but Wasteland children tend to look young and be malnourished, so really she's as fine a figure of a thirteen-year-old as Furiosa would expect from a harsh world. "I was Initiated at about that age."

Crux and Spanner break into smiles of varying degrees of amusement at the threat. "I'm gonna ask the Ace if you ever said that," Spanner tells Furiosa.

"I don't remember," she muses. "But I think I mostly went for the crotch when I was angry, back then. Either way, fair enough."

They're coming up on a cafe with picnic tables, umbrellas open over each to cast a pleasant shade. Furiosa selects a table and sits, catching the eye of the waiter. She and the men still have their drinks, but she says, "Don't worry, we're here for food, and plenty of it."