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jumpscares2015-08-04 02:04 pm
kamikaze) wrote in jumpscares2015-08-04 02:04 pm
SWIM INSIDE THE SOLAR SEAS [open]
▶ WHO: Nux + OTA, will match style
▶ DATE: directly after getting rewards
▶ WARNINGS: probably none
▶ SUMMARY: Nux got a flamethrower. He's using it immediately.
No more Immortan to die for and grovel under but Nux knows nothing but the cult he was raised by. So he screams a chant, one he'd heard plenty of times on the Fury Road as the Wagon led the charge:
"Roasting flame, scorch the earth, sky and wind alike! Immolate! Immolate!"
Whoever might approach this loud, somewhat blinding scene best do so cautiously - no telling what a War Boy pumped full of adrenaline and handling a deadly weapon might do on reflex.
Periodically Nux coughs, ugly croaking noises that wrack his chest. Then he'll scratch the lumps on his neck. It's their fault. Always Larry and Barry's fault, making him sound sickly. They're even chewier when he's been active like today, but it's fine since he's calm now. Calm and sitting and counting. Nothing he can't deal with, even if his hacking's loud enough to bark out through the open door and into the hallways. If not that, the acrid smell of burnt metal’s strong enough to fill the air just the same.
▶ DATE: directly after getting rewards
▶ WARNINGS: probably none
▶ SUMMARY: Nux got a flamethrower. He's using it immediately.
a) "BURN SOME OF THOSE FUCKERS"There's a god. There's some kind of god, must be, since they left him a gift. It's as dangerous as it looks when he lifts it, stands on top of a lone vehicle not far outside the compound and sets fire to a small approaching horde. Those aren't real people. Not real heroes, not ones he could talk to and learn from. Target practice. Ain't got feelings so Nux doesn't hold back as he blasts small infernos their way. Makes him think of Coma-Doof but this fire-gun is even bigger, even stronger! It's a rush he hasn't experienced since his first few days in this mysterious land.
No more Immortan to die for and grovel under but Nux knows nothing but the cult he was raised by. So he screams a chant, one he'd heard plenty of times on the Fury Road as the Wagon led the charge:
"Roasting flame, scorch the earth, sky and wind alike! Immolate! Immolate!"
Whoever might approach this loud, somewhat blinding scene best do so cautiously - no telling what a War Boy pumped full of adrenaline and handling a deadly weapon might do on reflex.
b) PREFERRING THE LESSER PSYCHOAt some point there's no more fuel left. Atop a bed he sits and it's the most comfortable bed he's ever known. Soft and warm and safe. This is the one he was shown by Silent Bullet Man and he's curled around the flamethrower like a snake with limbs as he counts his scrap. A raided television set rests up by the pillow and he's sorting the parts pulled out of it for the tenth time over, piling like pieces together and making a note of how many he has. He'll forget soon enough, so he has to do this often.
Periodically Nux coughs, ugly croaking noises that wrack his chest. Then he'll scratch the lumps on his neck. It's their fault. Always Larry and Barry's fault, making him sound sickly. They're even chewier when he's been active like today, but it's fine since he's calm now. Calm and sitting and counting. Nothing he can't deal with, even if his hacking's loud enough to bark out through the open door and into the hallways. If not that, the acrid smell of burnt metal’s strong enough to fill the air just the same.