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Jun. 29th, 2015 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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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.]
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.]
[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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Date: 2015-07-02 03:41 am (UTC)[Conditioning, yes. Total indoctrination is another word for it.]
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Date: 2015-07-02 03:45 am (UTC)Sympathy and concern, though, that he does have.]
What is it, exactly? A cult? What are the beliefs they push on you?
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Date: 2015-07-02 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-02 03:59 am (UTC)Dying for a maniac is a hell of a thing to do. Do they literally think he's a God? Or do they just want to pacify him for the water?
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Date: 2015-07-02 04:00 am (UTC)Nux has been breaking out of it, the last few days. But he- I told you, he was killed in the process.
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Date: 2015-07-02 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-02 04:25 am (UTC)[Clambering stiffly to her feet.]
I will keep in touch.
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Date: 2015-07-02 04:30 am (UTC)Furiosa.
[His expression has been kind, sympathetic, worried, intent up to now. Now, it's pure curiosity--but it's not the sort you would find in a human mind. It's the look a lycathrope has when he's slowly twisting apart a puzzle.]
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Date: 2015-07-02 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-02 04:37 am (UTC)I was going to ask when you started to break away. Or rather what your culture is.
[Since hers is not Nux's, that much is plain.]
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Date: 2015-07-02 04:39 am (UTC)[Allowing, quietly.]
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Date: 2015-07-02 04:43 am (UTC)[His interest, now, is mostly in her; but a chunk of it has shifted. Lark, more than any wolf he ever knew, has always been keen on sniffing out other truths in other societies.]
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Date: 2015-07-02 04:44 am (UTC)[Very firm now.]
Goodbye for now, Lark.
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Date: 2015-07-02 04:46 am (UTC)[He says nothing, just watches her go.]