Imperator Furiosa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
witness_this) wrote2015-06-29 09:45 am
witness_this) wrote2015-06-29 09:45 am
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[Furiosa spends most mornings in the gym. Honestly, she'd prefer the Enclosure, but she needs to be moving long and often enough that she can't justify using more than her share of the precious time in the false environment. She works out quickly how to run on the treadmill, but most of the other machines remain a mystery to her. If the right person is using them, they may see her watching, or so may decide to approach.
Some mornings her prosthesis is on, and others it is off, tucked protectively and nearly underfoot, out of habit, though this doesn't seem like the kind of place where anyone is likely to get any ideas.
When she is done, she usually ends by slipping upstairs, showering quickly, and permitting herself what feels like the decadent luxury of putting her feet into the pool. It takes her until about the fifth time to get up the nerve to walk in to the water, to lower herself down in it until she feels it lap up around her neck, then to hold her breath and gingerly, cover her mouth and nose, and cautiously, gingerly slip under the surface and just let herself float, suspended.
She can be found in any of those places.
Still, a workout isn't the same thing as practice, really, and the conversation that has been going on here has weighed heavily on her, though she hasn't participated. So, finally, she takes a break one morning in the gym and turns on the feed.]
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[She has to clear her throat to start, and wipe the sweat off her face. She's sitting in the frame, bare feet apart, elbows rested on her knees, metal arm down at her side. Furiosa isn't comfortable, exactly, talking to a little plastic box that will take her words all over the ship, but this is important to her.]
My name is Imperator Furiosa. I'm human. No powers. I'm in the gym.
If you need, I've been teaching people a little about how to fight. If you don't need, but you're--
I could use the practice.
[Short, unceremonious, she disconnects.]
[Furiosa spends most mornings in the gym. Honestly, she'd prefer the Enclosure, but she needs to be moving long and often enough that she can't justify using more than her share of the precious time in the false environment. She works out quickly how to run on the treadmill, but most of the other machines remain a mystery to her. If the right person is using them, they may see her watching, or so may decide to approach.
Some mornings her prosthesis is on, and others it is off, tucked protectively and nearly underfoot, out of habit, though this doesn't seem like the kind of place where anyone is likely to get any ideas.
When she is done, she usually ends by slipping upstairs, showering quickly, and permitting herself what feels like the decadent luxury of putting her feet into the pool. It takes her until about the fifth time to get up the nerve to walk in to the water, to lower herself down in it until she feels it lap up around her neck, then to hold her breath and gingerly, cover her mouth and nose, and cautiously, gingerly slip under the surface and just let herself float, suspended.
She can be found in any of those places.
Still, a workout isn't the same thing as practice, really, and the conversation that has been going on here has weighed heavily on her, though she hasn't participated. So, finally, she takes a break one morning in the gym and turns on the feed.]
Video
[She has to clear her throat to start, and wipe the sweat off her face. She's sitting in the frame, bare feet apart, elbows rested on her knees, metal arm down at her side. Furiosa isn't comfortable, exactly, talking to a little plastic box that will take her words all over the ship, but this is important to her.]
My name is Imperator Furiosa. I'm human. No powers. I'm in the gym.
If you need, I've been teaching people a little about how to fight. If you don't need, but you're--
I could use the practice.
[Short, unceremonious, she disconnects.]
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[Recalling. She slips on a glove, gets to her feet, and heads for the hanging punching bag.]
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I take it you had no use for such things, where you're from.
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[Still, in a passable Russian, she parrots;]
Flank them! Fire!
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Good work, comrade.
[and then, back to english:]
I could teach you, if you'd like. In exchange for teaching me this.
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[Furiosa says, warmly surprised. That would be useful. Even if he sets her teeth on edge sometimes, she can live with that.
But for the moment, she squares up to the bag, good and slow, so he can see her stance.]
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then beyond hops down from his perch of mattresses, takes a few steps closer to study the punching bag, and furiosa in front of it.]
What is the object of this exercise?
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If you throw a punch wrong, you break your knuckles. If you practice, you train yourself out of that.
[Showing him that, first- the wrong way to hit, and then the right way, with a blow that shakes the bag.]
Strength is obvious. [Again. She's a strong, strong woman.] And instinct, is just about making your body fluent with a movement, so you don't freeze.
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[he's completely absorbed in the demonstration, committing every detail to memory.]
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Exactly. You don't think about it, you hit them right, and you hit them with strength.
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[beyond is fully aware of his physical prowess - or lack thereof.]
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[he nods, slowly. it's the same as learning any other skill.]
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[A nod, and then a few more blows, easy, but building up her pace now.]
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[he phrases it in a more vague generality, instead of asking flat out how long have you done this?]
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[Is the only thing she can think to say.]
Fighting all of a lifetime.
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[seeing as how he's already lived his lifetime.]
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[She points out, before settling back, giving him a glance.]
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I want to learn everything you know.
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[She'll do her honest best by him.]
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[not boastful, just factual. and especially true when he's motivated, as he is by his fascination with furiosa.]
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[Stopping, leaning up against the bag.]
And lived experience. You will never be a woman walking among soldiers.
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You're right. I have no way of knowing what that was like for you.
[this too - being corrected - is unfamiliar, but coming from furiosa, not entirely uncomfortable.]
What else do I need to know?
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[She admits, glancing him over.]
Maybe use these things to go for a run.
[A nod at the treadmills.]
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How frequently do you recommend participating in these activities?
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