thearena | 001 not seeing the forest because TREES

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001 not seeing the forest because TREES

Who| Nux, his angst, and you!
What| What a lovely...arrival.
Where| The Village
When| Mid Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Updated if needed.

The Forest

"Trees!" See! He knows what they are now. Those. Those are trees. A lot of them.

Yeah. That's a lot of trees. Not that he's afraid of trees, or anything. It's just, you know, way more trees than people around here, and he's not used to that. He's used to odds that include, like...zero trees.

And a lot more people. "Where is everybody? Anybody?" Seriously, he can't be alone out here. He'll circle the edges of the forest, but unless he hears something in there that sounds like a person, yeah, he's not going in there!

Castle

It wasn't the Citadel but he kind of got the feeling Immortan Joe would approve of the place. It had that kind of homey vibe for the War Boy--stone and dark and not exactly, you know, cheerful. The only spooky part was the emptiness--he'd never been alone, like...really alone before and it was starting to get to him, gnawing on the back of his brain.

Nux will wander the castle's various rooms, until he finds the dungeon. Because right now all he's got as a weapon is some rope and a...he thinks it's a pot? Yeah. He's got to do better than that.

But knocking over that pile of metal? Probably not a great start.

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The acceptance comforts Firo somewhat and he nods.

Firo finds himself leaning in without thinking. He pauses, then raises an eyebrow when he hears this important secret. "...Yeah?" He's taken aback by that being an important detail. Ordinarily he'd be worried that his new buddy was some sort of creep, but the guy's really not coming off that way.

"There's, uh, a lotta girls here. Look, don't give 'em any trouble, okay? It's hard enough."

Well, Nux isn't sure it's a secret, but it sure is some interesting information, isn't it? He didn't know girls lived in trees. Like their natural habitat or something!

"Are there? I've only seen the two. In the trees." But trouble? HIM? "I don't want to kill girls!"

"Okay. That's good. Just gotta make sure, you know?"

...Or maybe he doesn't. This kid somehow seems even more new to girls than Firo.

"There's about as many girls as there are guys in this thing, I think. Not all in the woods, probably, they're spread out like everyone else. Did you not see many where you're from?"

"I...," Shhhh it's secret time again. "I actually haven't managed to kill anyone here yet." So, he's kind of a failure.

But he's not gonna start by killing GIRLS!

"See them? I've seen five! Talked to them, even." Boast!

He totally did talk to them though. Kind of. As they threw him out of the truck. "Six, I guess, if you count Imperator Furiosa." Which, she's...technically a girl but he'd expect a backhand if he said that to her face.

Firo tries to smile, but he keeps his voice very low when he answers. Can't be heard flouting the rules too proudly. "...That's good. Means you're still a good person."

Admittedly, that kind of is an impressive record, comparatively! Not that Firo'd admit it. "That's her name? It's pretty damn impressive."

Nux is going to look a little confused for a moment. He's a good driver, yeah, and he thinks--or thought, at least, that he was a pretty good War Boy. But good 'person'? War Boys aren't people. Are they? "Well, I'm a pretty good mechanic?"

Close enough?

"The Imperator? She is! She's an ace driver, and she can fight--she almost took out my bloodbag!" With one arm! He might still get a little glowy eyed just thinking about it.

If Firo knew the cause of that confusion, he'd take a moment to passionately argue. As it is, he's just a bit confused about why being a mechanic is relevant, but figures it's important. He just nods hesitantly. "Uh. Okay, that too."

"She fought a bag a' blood..?"

Lady sounds interesting, that's for sure.

Because he is the best mechanic! Or something. It's something he's good at, other than driving.

Everything else, he's...trying.

He laughs because, wow, fighting an actual bag of blood would look really silly!

"No, no. My bloodbag! A raging feral! Dangerous. We hooked him to the lancer's post so I could get his blood." See? He'll even wave his wrist, to show where the needle had been.

There have been a lot of little things--or not so little--this guy has said during the conversation that just seem a bit... off. But that one takes the cake. Firo holds both his hands up, shaking his head. "Hang on, hang on. You drained blood outta a person?!"

At least he thinks that's what the guy's saying.

Nux...can't quite shake the idea that this other guy is a little, well, weirded out by that.

"Not me, of course. The Organic Mechanic does it. And we don't take all of it. I mean, that'd be stupid." Keep bloodbag alive, he makes more blood! It's so very, very green.

"Oh, yeah, of course." Sarcasm is really the only way he can cope with this odd news. The more rational part of his brain, though, reflects that he should be grateful that this Mechanic fellow at least is somewhat charitable to his bloodbags. ...Or just rational.

"So... why'd your bloodbag get into a fight if they're just supposed to stand around and drain into you?"

Questions he thought he'd never ask.

Sarcasm: kind of lost on Nux.

As is the ability to tell a coherent story. Oops? Okay, he's going to try again, because he guesses it could be a little confusing.

"We took him out, of course. Strapped to my car, so I could drive. Then there was the storm, and my car got taken out, but the bloodbag, he must have known, you know, to go after her, so when I came to, he'd tracked her down. It was awesome!" Really, he does admire a good fight.

"What'd the bloodbag want with her?"

Was it revenge for their fight? But, wait, that was after the guy hunted her down... Firo rubbed his forehead, feeling a confusion-induced headache developing.

That's...a really good question. "I thought he was trying to bring her down, so we could bring her back to the Immortan."

He was kind of wrong? It happens.

"I was kind of passed out at the time." It also happens.

"Oh." He imagines that would make it hard to remember details.

He scans their surroundings, just to check for any danger that could have surfaced as they chat. "Sounds like you and your... friend got mixed up in some crazy stuff."

As if what Nux is mixed up in now isn't crazy.

It was hard to remember but it all worked out. That's what matters, right?

"It was exciting, though! A rogue Imperator! We were making history!" Kind of. And then it got weird. But still historic.

"History, huh?" He raises an eyebrow, a little amused. Firo's tunnel vision is stuff that he has little to no awareness of history--he hardly cares or knows about what came before and he doesn't even think about what impact he could have on the future. To hear someone talk about it like this guy reminds him of a movie character.

"So how'd that shake out?"

"Restarting history, at any rate, from the old world. Doin' it shiny and right this time." There's still a part of him that's a believer in Joe's words. He has to be, because otherwise...what was the point of all the killing?

"It. Uh. History's funny like that." Apparently. How else to explain him screwing up, cowering in the rig and wallowing in his loserdom and still seem, you know, a proper War Boy?

"Shiny and right." He repeats blandly, not even knowing what to make of those words. How do you make history right? How the hell do you shine it?

He scratches his head. Knowing next to nothing about history, it's hard for him to figure out what Nux could mean. But he does know something about human nature, so he hazards a guess. "...It doesn't always go how people plan it?"

Everything is shiny! Or, it can be, at any rate. It's, uh, a metaphor or something?

"It goes how the Immortan plans it." Yep. He's Immortan Joe, after all. History bends to his will! Nux is just, you know, a bit less awesome.

"What makes this guy so special, huh?"

Firo rubs at his temple, already thinking of his friend Claire. That guy was a major headache who just happens to think he rums the world.

"From his hand we will rise from the ashes of the old world, to ride forever by his side on the eternal highways of Valhalla!" Yeah, that's the kind of thing that Nux recites about thirty times a day.

The poetry is lost on Firo, unfortunately. He leans back against the wall, probably lowering his guard more than he should. "Where the hell's Valhalla? Doesn't sound all that great if all you do is drive around."

All Nux knows it that it sounds good, and even better in the Immortan's booming voice. He makes everything sound badass. It's a skill Nux...kind of lacks.

Wait, what? Excuse the pitying look, because how could you not even.... "You don't drive?" Because if you did, it would be entirely self-explanatory.

"Drive? No, I can just walk anywhere." One of the benefits to never leaving your city.

His eyebrow is going to freeze in the raised position, isn't it? He wants to ask what the heck driving has to do with Valhalla--is it a gas station? a car store--but decides that offering the bit of relevant information he has might help. "My g--friend does, though."

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