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[theroadwarrior]

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(Good fuckin' luck.)

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Continued from Chirper to Inbox, for Maximum Privacy!!!

[theroadwarrior]

[At Furiosa's question, Max goes private.]

Ithaqua wants to remain here. Better place, more freedom. Romano wants to do the right thing, regardless of how it turns out for us. The last guy... gonna take some time.

[imperatour]

You trust the Romano guy?

What's the last guy need convincing on?

[theroadwarrior]

Romano's an asshole, but he's a reliable one.
Might be an organic mechanic, but he's not like the Citadel's.
Has an oath he follows.

... You ever hear of a 'robot'?

[Because that's the first weird thing to address.]

[imperatour]

Thinking machine. Some of them here, right?

UN: 313 248 317 - 52; voice (after the failed heist)

[instabilitatem]

Catdog. I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I will return the pistol immediately.

voice

[theroadwarrior]

... Your friend's returning it.

At least he didn't almost get his head smashed in, too.

voice

[instabilitatem]

I would understand if you would not want to continue our friendship.

voice

[theroadwarrior]

... Friendship? We're not friends. We worked together.

[Though, he would have said as much before the mess.]

I owed you, and I'm paying it back by not shoving you in front of the trolley.

[Some of it is just big talk from someone who actually cares, under all of the hissing and spitting. But he's also baffled by the idea of it — that someone considered them friends. He has never had 'friends' that relied on him, or him on them. Just never happened. Couldn't happen.]

Just don't pull something like that again.

Action From https://etraya.dreamwidth.org/33299.html?thread=4862739#cmt4862739

[theroadwarrior]

[Max is a man of his word, for better or worse, paranoid or not. He doesn't trust the person behind the texts, but he doesn't trust just about anyone he's ever come into contact with in his forty years alive. The cafe is very public, though, and has always appeared to have at least a little bit of activity throughout the day.

And he has a knife on him, so if he needs to stab someone...

Anyway.

He'll wait until he's sure that the person in question is likely there as well before hobbling in, leaning heavily on a crutch, favoring his right side. That and the obviously sutured gash and goose egg on the side of his head speaks volumes to how much he is absolutely over this week and the revelations he's played a part in. He limps over to the table she's at, quirking one eyebrow.]

... 'Piltover's finest'?

[Whatever that means.]

[clavesregni]

[Caitlyn arrives right on time, dressed in a crisp uniform that's all clean, straight lines, neatly pressed and without any indications of wear to be seen. When she sees that nobody's waiting for her, she sits on her own at a table by the window and opens the notebook she's brought, flipping to an empty page and fiddling with her pencil as she contemplates everything she knows thus far about Solmara with a frown.

When her nameless acquaintance finally shows, limping towards her with several obvious wounds, she stands in a hurry.]

You're hurt. [This must be why Romano was asking for a magical healer.] Do you need a doctor?

[theroadwarrior]

[He waves a hand dismissively.]

M'fine.

Don't like doctors.

[He's got the knee compressed, and the cut on his head is stitched. As far as he's concerned? That means he's fully treated and has no need for any other helping hand. He's sweating a little from the exertion, and immediately dumps himself into the nearest chair. Relief.]

You're interested in scouting Solmara.

[Not a question, just an observation. A start to the conversation.

He glances out the window, eyes Furiosa where she's keeping watch from across the way, but doesn't linger his attention long enough to make it suspicious; she hadn't been too happy at the idea of him meeting with anyone just after the big reveal, especially with his leg as it is.

But it'll have to do. It's an important task.]

[clavesregni]

Yes.

[Well then. No beating around the bush.

Though she's still worried about him – whatever he says, he does look like he ought to see a doctor, and quite possibly lie down for a while – she sits back in her chair.]

You have a map?

UN: LethalProtector | Text

[decodex]

Hey.

We cool now?

Text

[theroadwarrior]

['Cool'? Cool. That's a way to put it. Max is still a sour and unimpressed man who makes an immediate face at the message that comes in through the earpiece. Which is still a novel concept for him, for the record; he sees enough things that shouldn't be there in his vision, and yet... words. Whose to say he's not hallucinating those from time to time?

A grumble under his breath. He thinks of his conversation with Furiosa, and his grudging understanding that they need to play nice.]


Probably won't dent your nose in next time.

No guarantees.

[PROGRESS???]

[decodex]

Had I not revealed the alien slime monster, I'm guessing a nose dent would be entirely on the table.

( 'probably' is not a guarantee!!! )

I think we got off on the wrong foot.
Probably because having someone show up with my face is
It's really weird, man.

It's creepy.

So I treated you like a creep.
And that's
Bad.

( this is an...... apology. )

cw: casual thoughts/discussion about mental health/hallucinations

[theroadwarrior]

Least it wasn't in my head.

[Alien slime monster? Insane. Same as him. He doesn't have a high regard for the fractured mind he deals with daily — but even that was a stretch.]

Don't get it wrong.
Lot wrong with me. I'm not a good person.
There's not many 'good' people left where I'm from.
But... won't cause you trouble unless you ask for it.

[He thinks, Or when I'm high octane psychotic. But he usually just becomes an easy target to people who don't get plagued by ghosts. He's learned to coexist with it regardless.]

un: boltcutters

[imperatour]

look

[ She's excited! Too excited for punctuation. Anyway, its a photo of a certain repaired mechanical arm. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[!!!!!!!!

He sits up a little more, like a meerkat on patrol.]

Same one? Fully repaired?

[imperatour]

Gotta take it apart and put it back together to be sure, but feels like the same one. Like it never got chewed up by the Gigahorse wheels.

[theroadwarrior]

Places like this work strange.
Can give you things that don't even exist anymore. Sometimes when you don't want it.

[Furiosa's mixed feelings on the gift she was given is testament to that, anyway.]

You need any tools? Got a lot from the junkyard.

[Which he's been... at less and less. And at the apartment more and more.

We shall not mention it, for risk of making him skittish.]

un: gorgug, text (a couple days after aurora post)

[tinflower]

hey. do you know anything about the big banner someone left outside etraya before you showed up?

[ It's not exactly like anyone took it down, but... ]

text.

[theroadwarrior]

[He's in the middle of packing a solid pack for the trip, but he can use the break.]

Mmmm... not very familiar.
What'd it say?

[tinflower]

"DID YOU THINK YOU WERE THE ONLY ONES?"

someone kept coming back to add lines like a countdown. and then they stopped.

[ And he guesses that's when the Solmara crew showed up in Etraya! ]

1/2

[theroadwarrior]

Sounds like a threat.

... But Alrys wouldn't have given you a tip-off. Not like her.
She likes being a surprise.

[theroadwarrior]

[... Ahh.

(That 'ahh' spoken aloud as well.)]

Actually
There was someone I met, long time ago
near the border of the city. Unusual situation.

Wonder if where I met him would line up with the banner's location on the map.