eumenis: (tension)
Furiosa ([personal profile] eumenis) wrote in [community profile] nexus_sages2015-07-19 01:59 pm

Enter the (Ex-)Imperator.

There's a woman at the edge of the Parklands, knee-deep in grass. She looks like a soldier, one arm a metal prosthetic, a skull-shaped brand marking the nape of her neck, a machete in a sheath at her hip, and possibly other weapons hidden on her person. She's dirty, stained with dust and oil, and tension sings along the lines of her back and shoulders. Like she's waiting to be attacked.

At the same time, though, there's a distinctly misty look in her eyes as she stares out over the field before her. Flowers. Insects. Streams and lakes. Maybe she's hallucinating. Maybe she's dead.

She has one question, though, because beauty is so often a trap: "Is this water safe?"
bitterguardian: (hunh)

[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-07-19 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh dear... you're well enough now, I trust?" The concern is genuine, if mild. She seems to be up and walking and talking without trouble, after all. He figures if she were really in dire straights it would be more obvious.

His handshake is firm, but it's not a challenge and he's learned long ago to adapt his grip in a way that avoids crushing people's hands into the rings. He's gentle, in a way that's probably foreign in her world.

"My condolences for that, but yes... prepared food is a bit risky- the brochure will explain LOL's, I believe, but the plants are safe enough, and I don't imagine anyone would mind you taking some of the produce." If she has a lot of mouths to feed, he wants to be sure she's not going to just strip the place bare, because some people would be short-sighted enough to take that route. "There's a number of different fruit trees, and a few other things besides. Would you like to take a stroll and explore?"
bitterguardian: (little smile)

[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-07-19 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am. I could always use the exercise." He smiles, easily and freely, lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. "Have you been here very long?" Horvath won't offer his arm because he's not quite sure how she'd take that, she's looking at him like he's something to be puzzled out still. He does set out at an easy strolling pace, though, and the limp is obvious once he's on the move, a kind of swinging stride with an ankle that doesn't really bend.

"I believe most people find the Nexus to be a boon in their lives, despite the... Complications that it also provides. The resources are virtually unlimited and there's supposedly an anti-violence field at least in some of the main areas that keeps things safe. That allows people to speak freely on a neutral ground, with no fear of danger." He gets the impression this is the kind of thing that might be important to her.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-07-19 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see..." He gives a slow nod, and if he notices the assessing glances that dart his way he makes no show of it. Horvath tends to assume the fact that his leg is a prosthetic is obvious, even if it's nowhere near as exposed as her arm is. He's slightly curious about that arm, in fact, which appears to be more about function than form, and with the harsher world that she describes he's wondering if she made it herself. Possibly he should try turning his hand to that, since he's putting off seeing a doctor about a replacement anyways.

"Limited resources will certainly make for reason to fight, at least for many people. But there are always those who need little excuse to attack others, too. The Nexus provides a haven, however temporary that may be for you." There's something in the way he speaks about fighting that may strike her as the tone of an old soldier, despite the calm and easy way about him now.

"Just as you're welcome to make use of the resources here, if you find yourself threatened in your own world for that... mm. Well, a retreat is often not an appealing option, I know, but sometimes a strategic one." He sighs, just a little wistfully.
bitterguardian: (Neutral)

[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-07-20 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't sure how accepting she'd be of that idea, so he's not going to push it, but some people have gone so far as to flee permanently to the Nexus, if their world is bad enough. That she'd opt instead to stick it out and try to build something better is a quality he can very much admire.

Horvath ambles after her, leaning over on his cane and squinting a little to look. "...No, tadpoles, I think. Baby frogs. Mind you don't catch any by accident." He's just a little charmed, because if water is scarce in her world then probably a lot of this is new to her, and that's interesting to watch.

"Seeds are a good start. Do you have pollinators? I'm afraid I'm no botanist, but it seems to me if you're trying to grow things properly, you could do with a beehive or something."
bitterguardian: (big smile)

[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-07-20 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"You said... it's a desert world? You'd probably want to find some sort that's adapted to the climate. I'm afraid I don't know much about it, but ask around the Nexus, you're sure to find somebody who does." He straightens up again, taking a couple of careful steps back from the bank.

"It sounds as though you have a well thought out sort of set-up already. Between that and what you'll find here, you ought to do well." He's not entirely oblivious to the looks of wonderment that keep crossing her face. In his own world, he doesn't want for much, but he's seen other people come here who do, and it's always nice to see the way their eyes light when the possibilities just open up before them.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-07-20 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Horvath frowns, hearing all this, and of course the idea that it's something post-apocalyptic comes to mind, and that makes him frown all the more. "You don't by any chance- as far as you're aware, have magic in your world...?" Hopefully even if she doesn't, she'll have some idea what that is. Certainly he would hope hers is some more far-distant place rather than a world where he failed and Morgana brought about world destruction, but he can't keep the thought from crossing his mind.
bitterguardian: (unsure)

[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-07-21 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"...Mmm." It's a communicative sound, and his expression is slightly wary in return, but he nods mildly and there's sure to be more words to follow.

"Never mind, then. It's just that one never knows what one may run into here. Some worlds... run parallel, and some of those closer than others."
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-07-21 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't believe I ever did say such a thing, no..." He's resuming the stroll at his easy, rocking pace, granting her plenty of time to look around as they go. There are berry brambles ahead, full of scratchy thorns but also glistening dark blackberries ready for picking.

"It's not common and it's not even widely regarded as... real, anymore, but it does exist. And one of its practitioners was planning the downfall of mankind and the world at large. I've yet to encounter a world in which she's succeeded, but in the Nexus it's hardly out of the question that I might yet." He gives a weary kind of sigh, gaze going slightly distant, and that's a somewhat familiar look but on him it's more melancholy than crazed.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-08-10 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Horvath lifts his eyebrows in an expression of mixed amusement and surprise, but rocks on his feet to settle into a more stable pose, leaning on the cane. He waits, and watches, and when he's fairly sure the berry is basically gone from her mouth he murmurs a single word softly. "Blackberries."

Whether she's had them before her world went pear-shaped and this is a jolt of memory, or whether she's never had anything like it at all, he's willing to let her savor the experience.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-08-10 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Max?" One eyebrow arches, because he's just a little amused to find she's got somebody else at home that shares his own name. "There's enough for you to have more yourself, too. Would you like me to fetch you something to carry some home in, though?" Now that he's watched her reaction, Horvath can't help but take a few limping steps over to pick one for himself, savoring it with a thoughtful smile.

Most of his food these days comes from the grocery store, although Mara has gotten him back to the land a little, more recently. He can see the nostalgic effect they might have, and briefly his mind goes back to picking them when he was just a boy, very long ago.

"I'm sorry. It's... a terrible thing, to live to see the home of one's early life fall to ruin. Perhaps it could be brought back to life, but I know it wouldn't be the same." That's the voice of experience, there, and genuine empathy.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-08-28 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Good name." He smirks just a little, eyes twinkling, and gives a mild nod. "If you don't mind waiting here a few minutes, I'm sure I can find something for you to take some home in. Such things are probably better, shared." He limps back a step or two, careful with the cane.

"...And thank you, I suppose. My Master taught us that it benefits the world best when we lift each other up, use our gifts to aid others." Obviously he took the lesson to heart.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2015-08-29 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He retreats a short distance, not wanting to alarm her too much with his unconventional means of transport, but when he does return he has a small stack of square baskets with lids. They're smallish, only the size of soup bowls, and probably manufactured in some sweatshop in China, but they're woven from some kind of flat straw or wicker, natural materials that he hopes wouldn't raise too many eyebrows in her world. He's not even sure if that's an issue for her or not, but better safe than sorry.

The rocking limp is distinctive, more an issue of balance than a leg that won't hold weight, and his left ankle doesn't bend. It's a kinder world, that he's from, but not one without its share of injurious circumstances. He offers out the baskets with a gentle smile, though. "I'll help pick. You... won't have any trouble, I hope, bringing home unexpected gifts? For some people this place is too awkward to explain, back home..."

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