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]

For all the place was so commonly the arrival point for newcomers, the newest one seemed to be getting something of an uneasy reaction from those passing through the Plaza, for all she was small.

Perhaps it was the armor, or the mess of gore and greasy ash she was marred with. Perhaps it was the sharpness of her tone as she was swearing raggedly, tugging at the straps of the breastplate that had been crumpled around her, the dents reminiscent of large fingers. A frustrated snarl slipping from her as one of the buckles, too twisted from damage refused to give, the girl snatching the obsidian knife from her belt to slice through the leather instead, yanking the breastplate off like it had personally offended her, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the pavement as she found herself finally able to take a proper breath again as her gaze skipped around the area.

She kept hold of the armor, knowing that even if it was wrecked for it's current use, the metal was still viable for other things. Waste not want not.