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Who: Nux and OPEN
What: Alive is good....maybe?  Having no money is...what is money?
Where: District 8 common area and training
Warnings: TBD?

A:  DIstrict 6 Common Area:

Nux is probably hard to see, because he's sitting on the floor. Because, yeah, what is furniture? They didn't have that in the Citadel. Even cars had most of their seats stripped out, except for the driver's.

He misses driving, but after a few pokes at the tv remote, he's figured out what it does. And so he's found a racing show--sure they're not cars, but they're racing around that track for sure--while he's gotten a toaster dismantled into pieces between his legs.

B: Training Room

He's feeling waaaay better than he probably has a right to feel. Especially, you know, after being killed and all. By a little girl!  He always KNEW females were weird, but, yeah, didn't see that one coming! So he's on the far side of the punching bags, where he can view anyone coming in, noticeably trying to avoid anyone of the female persuasion, as he shifts between punching the bag and throwing knives. They're not quite lances or thundersticks, but they're close enough, he figures.

"Be better if they exploded, though," he muses, heading down range to retrieve them. Because, well, anything's better if it explodes.

C: Random Wandering In the City

Yeah, the City kind of weirds Nux out. It's so big. And there's like...open space. And there's shops, which are places that sell things! Things like...stuff he's never seen before! Like apple peelers and spaghetti tongs and....boxer underwear and big foil packets filled with air and something called 'potato chips' and little things that play music...the way he stops and stares into shop windows, or at people, it's probably really easy to run smack into six foot four of pasty War Boy.

Or, conversely, having him run into an innocent bystander as he runs out of a shop, hands full of plunder. Paying for stuff? Wh-what's that?

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"Well, yeah, I'm better behind a wheel, but come on." Come ON. He's got so many scars on his face and body...it's supposed to be frightening and intimidating. Isn't it?

"And yeah, I mean." He's gonna rub his neck a little sheepishly. "Learned that the hard way." Killed by a little girl. Ouch! He's not gonna fall for that again, that's for sure. "It's just, I mean, girls can fight. Believe me. You should see Imperator Furiosa." Oh, is he gushing?

Sorry, Nux. You may be gruesomely scarred, but you aren't the Witch-King of Angmar. Éowyn is a little baffled by the term 'behind a wheel' - surely you ride beside a wheel in most vehicles, not behind it? - but lets it slide, shaking her head and offering him a slightly softer smile.

"I saw," she says, rather apologetically. She hasn't made a point of watching the replays, but she did skim them, looking for Aragorn and Arwen and Samwise, scrutinising their deaths as if that will change the facts. "As for your Imperator Furiosa, if I read your expression aright, she seems a warrior well worth the meeting."

Well, on top of wheels, mostly, but the wheel, a steering wheel of your very own? That was special. That was important.

"Furiosa?" Can he get any glowier without actually glowing? "She's the best. The Immortan's most trusted Imperator. And she lost an arm, but she's even stronger with it now." Hope that made sense, along with those not helpful gestures Nux is making with his left arm.

It doesn't make a great deal of sense, but Éowyn is getting used to that. "She sounds truly formidable. I should grieve that she is not here for me to meet, but that then I would have to meet her on the field of battle, and that might be no blessing after all." She smiles a little, and proffers the spear she is holding. "I will not promise to be her match. Yet, even so, if you will spar...?" Please?

"Oh, I don't think so. I mean, we ended up going out to find other, you know," Have a sort of up and down gesture in your direction, "other girl lady things. Not to fight them, though." Though whatever you do with strangers other than fight them is...yeah he's got no clue.

But hey he can spar. "Sure! You'll have to let me know if I'm hurting you." Because OBVIOUSLY that's what's going to happen, right? Because he's, you know, War Boy material.

"I think," Éowyn says dryly, "that women is the word you seek." Hang on, let her just grab another spear for herself. On retrieving one, she falls into a low stance in front of him, gripping the spear double-handed. "As for hurting me, I shall let you know, if you will do the same for me."

For all she knows, that might be how it ends. She's competent with a spear, but not remarkable, and he did say he knew how to fight with a lance. She doesn't mind if she loses, though; that's how you learn. For now, she just circles a few steps, watching him and waiting for him to move.

"No, that's not right." Give him a second. "....Vuvalini! That's what they were!" That's what they called themselves, so that must be right.

But...but...but, letting her know if he got hurt would totally go against his machismo cult thing he's got going on here. "I'll be fine." He does a test jab with the spear. The balance is a little, well, light for him. He's used to ones with exploding canisters on the long end.

He'll manage, somehow, he figures, so he circles her once, and then drives a jab straight at her, just testing.

Éowyn sidesteps, bringing up her spear two-handed to knock his weapon to one side, and wheels around to jab at him in answer. "Vuvalini? That is no people I have heard of. But then, that is little surprise, when so much is strange to me here."