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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?"
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?"
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Honestly, she might have just fallen asleep and dreamed her way to the Nexus. Stranger things have happened. In a world where the sea has literally evaporated due to nuclear disaster, there could be dimensional rifts all over the place. She may need a consult.
She's blissfully unaware of this at the moment, though, more inclined to focus on direct possibilities.
"They can wonder all they want, if we can get some of these plants to grow. We have a lot of mouths to feed." She points to a tree a few dozen yards away. "I've never seen a real peach tree. Only paintings and photos."
Never seen one, but she knows what it is, and she's excited, in an understated sort of way. And determined. Reacting belatedly to his name, she turns, glances at his hand, and then clasps his wrist. It's a powerful grip, actually. When you greet War Boys a handshake is a challenge. Not so, she thinks, with this man, but she'll match him for pressure all the same. "Furiosa. Of the Vuvalini of Many Mothers."
Not Imperator. Not any more.
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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?"
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She can't help but note the rings as they shake, but refrains from comment. Jewelry is more of a hazard than an asset, in her opinion--but then she's never seen a magic ring.
There's a limit to how much produce she'd be able to carry. She might take a sampling, but no one needs to worry about her stripping the place. "You're offering?"
Weird. Hospitality is always unexpected, but she nods, definitely curious. She may also want to fill her canteens while she's here.
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"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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She matches pace with him, anyway, and for all that she's missing that arm, her legs seem to be in perfect working order. Of course, having that prosthetic arm means she's very quick to pick out, from his motion, that the left-leg weakness isn't weakness so much as adaptation. Maybe she's perverse, but that makes her a little more comfortable with him, not because she thinks it makes him weak, but because it tells her a story: either he's met with some bad luck and pain, or he was born a little different from most.
"No violence?" That's important to know. "I guess if there's so much to go around here, there's not much need to fight."
"It's not like this where I came from." What the hell, right? She can meet kindness with at least a sliver of trust. "It's all desert. Sour ground, except on top of the towers, and not much water."
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"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.
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She gives a bitter little chuckle at the commentary. "Noticed that, but I don't want a haven, strategic or not."
They are going to make a new Green Place, and she's bound herself to help, for as long as she lives. "Not unless it's the one I've been trying to help build. But I'll take seeds if I can get them, and it's good to know there's clean water here."
On that note, she leaves his side and pulls a canteen off her belt, diverting course to have a look at a shallow little stream. And crouching, she stares into the water, dips up a capful, and then stares again. "...are those fish??"
In point of fact, they're tadpoles, but she's had little occasion to see either, since very early childhood.
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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."
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"...I remember frogs. I think." Little ones that came out once a year and made hideous noises all night. They were good cooked, but there were fewer and fewer of them every year. "They were all gone by the time I was initiated."
Maybe the Green Place was going sour even before she was taken from it. She's not sure that's a comforting thought.
"All our pollination is done by hand." She fills her canteen and looks up at him intently. "There's a hydroponic setup indoors, and gardens on the summits of the towers. There are flies, but no bees."
Bees. Mothers, what a good idea. Bees make honey, too, don't they?
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"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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Having filled her canteen, she moves to follow him again. "It was a warlord's lair. It's very well set up. The problem is a lot of it relied on slave labor, and we're not doing that any longer. Ever."
Figuring out alternatives for some things has been tricky. Luckily most of those who were once captives are content to stay on and help, for the promise of safety and food and a little kindness.
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Magic? She barely knows what he means by the word.
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"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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Furiosa's lips twitch at that thought.
"You're saying magic is...common, in your world?"
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"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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And then she tastes the fruit and looks for a moment like she just swallowed a live wire. Her eyes fall shut, and she makes a vague 'wait, wait' gesture with her prosthetic arm.
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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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She licks her lips a few times, like a cat that's tasted some delicacy it enjoyed, but then she takes a drink of water to wash the flavor away. "Where I grew up, there was green. Trees and shrubs and plants. Some insects and small animals. Last I saw it, everything had died."
And she didn't remember the taste of these until now. She may need a moment to recover. "I want...I need to take some to Max and the girls."
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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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"...if you're willing, I'd like that. At least one for each of them. You're very kind."
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"...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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When he comes back, she'll be sure to ask him questions. For now, she only nods soberly and pops the blackberry into her mouth. It tastes like a little mouthful of Heaven, just like the last. The Sisters will love these.
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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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She takes the baskets he offers and looks them over with interest, then nods to him. "Thanks. I have no idea how I'll explain, but the people I intend to tell trust me more than anyone should. The worst they'll do is make sure I haven't been hallucinating from heatstroke."
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