The Rig has two dragons in it; at least, that's what Furiosa would say, if asked. A V8 is as good as any mythological monster in her book.
When she approaches the stranger, it's maybe notable that her entourage is attentive, eyes on her partly to follow her lead and partly to protect her in case the green man does anything treacherous. It's hardly necessary, though; Furiosa is as well-armed as he is, or better, between her prosthesis and her sidearm. As she gets closer to him, she realizes that the green tint to his skin is not paint--not unless it's artfully applied to every bare spot of skin showing. His ears are pointed, too, and there is something about his jaw structure that looks unusual. There are, of course, tons of mutated humans around. Just because she's never seen a green one doesn't mean they're not out there. Still, it's different.
Something about the accent he's got reminds her of some of the older War Boys. The vowels aren't the same but the way he drops the ends of his words puts her in mind of the Ace. There's a flicker of as mile, but then she lowers her arms, sobering. "Fair enough."
"You the one that set the captives free? We ran into a group of them down the road. If so, your planning could use work but congratulations on the balls of chrome."
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Date: 2021-02-28 05:21 am (UTC)When she approaches the stranger, it's maybe notable that her entourage is attentive, eyes on her partly to follow her lead and partly to protect her in case the green man does anything treacherous. It's hardly necessary, though; Furiosa is as well-armed as he is, or better, between her prosthesis and her sidearm. As she gets closer to him, she realizes that the green tint to his skin is not paint--not unless it's artfully applied to every bare spot of skin showing. His ears are pointed, too, and there is something about his jaw structure that looks unusual. There are, of course, tons of mutated humans around. Just because she's never seen a green one doesn't mean they're not out there. Still, it's different.
Something about the accent he's got reminds her of some of the older War Boys. The vowels aren't the same but the way he drops the ends of his words puts her in mind of the Ace. There's a flicker of as mile, but then she lowers her arms, sobering. "Fair enough."
"You the one that set the captives free? We ran into a group of them down the road. If so, your planning could use work but congratulations on the balls of chrome."