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Sockings ([personal profile] sockings) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2015-06-29 11:55 pm

A Story in Six Words

SIX WORD STORIES MEME
tell a story in six words






1. Post your top level comment with a six word story prompt (or more than one!)
2. Other people respond
3. ???
4. Profit



DO NOT LEAVE YOUR TOP LEVEL COMMENT BLANK





Taken from here.

madmanmax: (gazing over the sands)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-06-30 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She may not even know he's back, until she sees him standing there looking at the grave.
eumenis: (Default)

[personal profile] eumenis 2015-06-30 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She wanders up behind him on legs only slightly unsteady from a long recovery. Her breath still catches in unfortunate moments, but on the whole she has bounced back amazingly well in a few weeks. "Thought you might be back," she says as she draws close, as much to warn him of her presence as to greet him.

"There wasn't much of him left to bury," she adds, nodding at the stone. "But some of us wanted a lasting reminder he won't be back."
madmanmax: (beardy sober)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-01 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
He twitches anyways, but turns without drawing any weapons or going into a defensive crouch, and his gaze roves all over her as if he's trying to take in every detail. His scruff has grown out, some, and his badly-cut hair is starting to look a little shaggier. He's starting to go feral again, already, and she can probably see that in the wary edge to his stance. His expression is calm, though, if just a little desperate.

Max nods, and his hands give a twitch, and he swallows hard. It takes him a long moment to find his voice. "Glad you're still standing."
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[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-01 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Standing. Walking. Punching when necessary." She smiles wryly but sobers as she reads his expression.

"Did you doubt I would be?"
madmanmax: (beardy sober)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-01 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, meeting her eyes steadily this time, at least for a moment. Yes, he truly did doubt that she might be alive and walking, and considering the condition she was in when he left it's not such a stretch to think she might have struggled hard to recover. It's just possible this is part of why he came back, to make sure she didn't die from complications after his efforts to bring her back from the brink of death.

Probably he shouldn't have left at all if he was going to worry about that.
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[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-01 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the first question that pops into her head, of course: why did you leave, then?

But the answer isn't difficult to conjure. They all watched enough people die historic on the Fury Road. He didn't want to chance watching another. She gets that.

"Well I'm fine." For a given value of. "Come up and see the Dag's seedlings."
madmanmax: (puppy-dog eyes)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-01 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
There are half a dozen reasons he could give for leaving; He couldn't bear to see her die, didn't want undue credit for Joe's death, couldn't stand the press of crowds and the presence of sickly War Boys who just a few days before were prodding him in a cage and draining out his blood... running is all he knows how to do, anymore. He came back, though. If only she knew how rare that is.

Max studies her a moment more, coming to his own conclusions about how fine she is by the way she stands, and the shadows around her eyes, but he doesn't dispute her claim out loud. Instead he gives a grunt and a nod, because he'd very much like to see the beginnings of new life, here.
eumenis: (worn)

[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-01 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't have any way to know his return is unusual, unless he tells her--so she will likely never know. It's clear enough he's vagabond though. Road Warrior, looking to survive. Maybe looking for redemption too.

She is pleased to see him though, in her cool, quiet way; hoping he'll stay longer this time. She has his blood in her veins. That's hard to forget.

So she smiles faintly and leads him up the long path toward the peak of the butte. She'll have to sit and rest partway up.
madmanmax: (squinty)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-01 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The odds of Max explaining anything to anyone aren't good, but she's gotten more out of him than most people. It's possible he came back here because there's food and water and some possibility of a welcome, but he managed all right out there on his own, up until the War Boys captured him and chained him up. This place holds that memory, for him, and it's not an easy place to come back to.

He follows her up, looking jumpy as the approach the base of the rocky tower, but grateful once he realizes the climb doesn't require going inside too much. When she stops to rest, he leans against the wall, and stretches his left leg with a mild grimace. It's a hard climb for them both.
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[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-01 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She's out of breath and the bone dry air makes her cough. Neither of them will speaking much for a few minutes. It's clear she resents the lingering weakness and wants to ignore it. At length she says, "I let Corpus live. Sent him to Gastown. I keep hoping it wasn't a mistake."
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[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-01 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Max nods and hums quietly, and the way he stands there squinting around with his back against the wall speaks of playing lookout, but he's content to rest with some weight off his knee and says nothing of her coughing. After she's done, he unhooks a canteen from his belt and offers it, but that's all the acknowledgement of weakness she's going to get from him.

"...Who?" He's helped them up and down the length of the road, but he has no idea of the politics or people involved at the Citadel.
eumenis: (pensive)

[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-01 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
This path is always watched, but the lookouts know Furiosa on sight. They won't be stopped on the way up. There was a time when Furiosa herself spent hours perched on these rocky outcroppings with a rifle. No one ever attacked, though. No one dared try.

That might change now. She keeps a fresh guard here.

She hesitate to take Max's water, but relents after a moment, aware he can replenish whatever he needs here. She drinks conservatively; she's heard the rhetoric about water addiction, though she stopped giving it any credence long ago. Still, it makes sense to be cautious, to save what you can, when you can.

"Corpus Callosum," she answers slowly, studying him as if just now realizing how little of the workings of the Citadel he must have known. "Joe's son. One of three, and probably the least damaged. At least he was never psychotic, anyway."

She puts the cap back on the canteen and hands it back. "He's small, very small. Can't walk, has trouble breathing. Frail. One good punch would probably kill him. Didn't seem right to just..." Shrug.

"On the other hand, I didn't want him around to rally the older War Boys."
madmanmax: (beardy feral)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-02 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm." Max frowns, thoughtful, because he's seen one or two people like that, since the world came crashing down. It's not only the strong who survive, or at least not only the strong of body, but those who do survive find ways to compensate for whatever they lack. "Frail can still be dangerous." It's very much the voice of experience, even though he's never met the other man. He doesn't know the players involved, but he's not completely oblivious to how internal politics work. He should be, feral as he seems.

"Other two gone?" He hopes the answer is yes. It's astonishing, how few War Boys made it back to the Citadel around the mountains.
eumenis: (pointy objects)

[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-02 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
She grimaces. "I wouldn't have called him a genius strategist, but he's not stupid, either. He could be trouble, yet. And...no. Rictus is dead. You might even have seen him die."

She didn't. She was otherwise occupied at the time.

"But Scrotus is still alive, last I heard. In Gastown, which is the other reason I sent Corpus; to deliver a message." She coughs again briefly, then rises. "If they leave us alone, we'll leave them alone. Otherwise...I'll handle it. One way or another."
madmanmax: (beardy wary)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-02 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Nodding slowly, Max straightens a little, willing to follow again if she's ready to lead. None of this sounds good, to his mind. Two brothers reunited and told to behave, and she's strong but the practical matter is they're low on vehicles. He's seen that much. They might be low on ammo too, or they might have a better deal with the Bullet Farm. "...Any message come back?" She'd handle it, but it couldn't hurt to have somebody invisible on the ground to make sure of what there is to be handled, first.
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[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-02 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Low on vehicles, low on ammo, low on adult fighters. Of course, Gastown lost plenty of War Boys too. Whether they lost enough to blunt their lust to fight, she can't be sure. Still it should be in all their minds that Joe himself with the backing of more than one war party lost to a force consisting of five Wives, a handful of Vuvalini, a crazy man, a dying War Boy, and Furiosa.

There's long enough odds there for the victory to create a mystique and maybe enough doubt to give them time to shore up defenses.

She shakes her head in response to Max though. "No reply yet."
madmanmax: (beardy wary)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-02 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Max gives another grunt, but it's as clear as words anyway, ad those words would be 'Not Good'. They're down a number of Vulvalini and a War Boy, but the crazy man is back at least. Despite the growing beard and hair, his gaze is clear, for now. He's frowning in thought, wheels turning.

"Want me to go look?" Furiosa is distinctive, a legendary figure already. Max could be anyone, and can go unnoticed among the Wretched and their similar kind in the neighboring towns.
eumenis: (ready)

[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-02 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She isn't sure how to answer that. It's not a bad idea; she can see the value of the suggestion at once. It's also a big risk for him; does she have the right to ask it?

Of late, Furiosa has become acutely aware of her own reputation. Strange that the woman who served the Citadel so well and hated it with such depth should come to be regarded as its savior. Doesn't feel right. She doesn't want to get too used to giving commands.

"Do you want to go?" She asks Max, walking slowly up the path. He's proven his ability as a strategist. She's asking for his input.
madmanmax: (beardy sober)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-02 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Both eyebrows give a little twitch, but he's more used to putting forth his opinion than the natives of the Citadel are. He considers, because he wants to help, and he can't come up with a good reason to. His own survival has nothing to do with theirs, in fact he could have just walked away with his supplies and never come back, but he did. He's here now, and he wants to help, and he doesn't know why. The urge to return was like an itch, and it's not gone yet.

Thinking of itches, he scratches at the back of his neck, and then his back, frowning still as he follows her up. "Mmh. I'm nobody. I can listen." That's not a direct answer, but it's an affirmative of a kind. He wouldn't have offered at all if he wasn't willing.
eumenis: (wistful)

[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-04 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not nobody. You're Max," she tells him, deliberately misinterpreting this assertion. She knows what he means; that he won't be recognized. That he can slip in and out more easily than anyone at the Citadel could. It's true, and she's tempted to take him up on it, but she doesn't want him to assign himself this task with any misconception, any misguided sense of owing or even simple camaraderie.

She's not smiling, and her gimlet stare should tell him well enough she's not joking. "If you're volunteering to help us, I'll take it and be grateful. But I'm not sending you. If you want us to restock your supplies and let you go, I won't stop you, or blame you. You're welcome here."
madmanmax: (beardy puppy-dog eyes)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-04 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a little quirk at the corner of his mouth, somewhere under the beard, and he ducks his head in a mild nod. "Sometimes. When I remember." He's not quite sure where they stand, right now, so it's good to have the confirmation that she won't send him but neither will she stop him. He's an independent agent, he just doesn't want to go off and wreak havoc that destroys some plan of hers by accident.

"Need something to do." He offers, looking away, and his hands twitch a few times. He's been running in circles for a long time now, and he's only just starting to realize it. Being the Citadel's errand boy does not sit quite right in his mind, but then neither does driving away without looking back.
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[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-05 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I remember." Her voice drops a little, softening. It was hard to tell if she was conscious when he told her his name, and after she came up lucid again, she thought she might have dreamed it until after he'd gone. Then their companions reassured her it was real. She won't forget it now.

"All right. What do you need from me?" Other than the obvious supplies. Water and food he can have in whatever quantity he needs, though she can't make promises as to the quality of food they can offer. Some things are still taking root.
madmanmax: (beardy wary)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-05 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's strange to him, hearing his name on somebody else's lips. Somebody living, anyway. Part of him wants to reach out and touch her, to put his hands on her arms, her side where he shoved in a blade, her face where he can still see the shadows of healing bruises. He wants to touch her and make sure she's real and breathing, but he contents himself with the thoughts that she looks like she's clean and healing. If she were a vengeful ghost she'd be covered in blood still, and angry.

Max shrugs, and looks down and fidgets, and away. The bike he's been using feels stolen, even though she said he could have one back when they thought they were parting ways, before. If he stumbles into the Bullet Farm the wrong way, it just might get stolen from him. The idea of having something to do, some goal in mind, has set his mind to working. "Watch the bike." More than supplies, which he intends to go carrying a minimum of, he wants to be sure what he leaves behind will be watched and waiting ready for him if things go well enough that he returns.
eumenis: (wistful)

[personal profile] eumenis 2015-07-05 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no doubt if she were a ghost she'd be vengeful. Maybe not toward him, though. She's not privy to his thoughts, but she might let him touch anyway, if he tried, this man who gave her willingly what the Citadel stole from him.

"I can do that. Don't you want a vehicle at all?" They're close to the top now, and she pauses for just a moment to rub her side and gulp some extra air, then pushes the last few dozen feet. They emerge onto a terrace with some machinery, small water tanks...and row after row of raised boxes full of tiny green plants.
madmanmax: (worried)

[personal profile] madmanmax 2015-07-05 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't try to touch her, although his mangled hands twitch and fidget with unspent adrenaline and want.

"Don't want them to see me coming..." Any vehicle, even the bike, makes a distinctive noise and raises a dust trail. He wants to slip in with as little fuss as possible, and his dirty, shabby appearance may blend in all right with the miners and other workers there. Possibly he could get close, though, with the bike. It's a hell of a long walk, up the road.

At the top he pauses to breathe in, too, appreciating the open air, and gaze passing over the myriad rows of sprouts with interest but not surprise.

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((that icon is creeping me out))

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((XD It's the long delay...))

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and biting

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Keep muzzled.

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ferals carry rabies?

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what if she bites him?

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show off

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...No rabid old people?

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they all have their shots

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Max has trouble wording?

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