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I am the Ogre. the Cleaver the Non-Believer Why would you be Chrome when you can be Rust? Mad Max OC|Indie|Not Spoiler-Free

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So he was smarter than the average War Boy. Not that she hadn’t expected him to be. Hela shrugged, once again glancing over her shoulder to ensure that they were indeed alone. 

If anyone overheard her, then she would end up imprisoned down here as well.

“Your attempt on his life could have gone off without a hitch.” The words were soft, loud enough for only the Ogre to hear her. “With my help, you can succeed if you try again.”

[ogjer]

A sickly giggle left Ogre’s throat. “ You... “ He was incredulous. He leaned closer through the bars, a sinister, a confused grin on his face. A moment later, it dropped completely. 

   “ You’re trying to trick me. “ Why would she want him to kill her father, a god? Immortan Joe? What did she have to gain? He’d be ambushed the moment he left his cell, he was sure of it. As if starving wasn’t bad enough, sending a girl to give him false hope--it was simply cruel. 

[reddustwander]

   Wander made a vague gesture at the horizon. “Far. Walked many days and nights. Don’t know the way back, anymore.”

    She glanced off in a random direction, fancying she could see Paterson. See the women and the young she had left behind, uncaring for their fate now that all that remained of her father’s clan were gone.

    She turned sky bright eyes to the man before her, crouching down. “Grew up helping. Working together. Sign of strength. I like doing it.”

[ogjer]

Ogre nodded thoughtfully as he listened. The way she spoke almost reminded him of the War Boys back home. They were always willing to let each other die and enter the glorious gates, but they had to survive long enough to be able to.   War Pups were brought up protected (more or less), they helped each other.                    Readied each other for their final glorious day in battle. Their strength was in numbers.

“ I can understand that. “ More or less. He still didn’t understand sharing with strangers, but it wasn’t his decision to make.

“ So where are you headed to now, you tryna get home? “

[samahll-deactivated20160825]

     She knew how, but she never fully practiced the art of healing on another. It was always Miss Giddy or the Organic Mechanic himself for whenever Joe would batter his wives to the point where a bone or two would break somewhere on their bodies. She had seen the repairs. Noted all to memory. Even felt it all herself on what to do that would minimize the pain that the limb would go through. The Dag was not proud of how she learned this, but she was proud that she could perhaps help even more now that she held the knowledge. Yet something was missing in her learning – practice. Practice was always everything. Theory could only get one so far. 

     “I know how,” she spoke before reaching out her hand for his broken one. “First you see which bones are broken, then you set the bones back into position… only to then wrap them tightly… with something like a board to keep them in place… or something sturdy like it… and it will heal.” She recalled from memory, her voice becoming almost monotone in the process before her eyes went back to the War Boys own. “Do you trust me?”

[ogjer]

  He looked at her, skeptic, but he let her explain what she knew. Perhaps, he was even curious enough to see how well she did--he could always put it back right later, if needed. He was peering down at his own hand, surveying the damage himself, before looking up at her.                                           “ No. I don’t really trust anyone here. “

He let her have his hand, anyway. “ But I’d like to see you try. So go on. “

[ogjer]

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[ogjer]

Ogre’s eyes darted to the man’s friend when he turned, then back to him. 

“ Well I don’t know what it used to be. So I can’t really make a decisive decision about it then, can I? “

[littledxvil]

          He made a fair point. Still. He felt responsible in warning others before they made a stupid mistake.

“Do you want to know?”

[ogjer]

Ogre’s patience started to wear thin.          “ If you got something to say then spit it out, you’re wasting my daylight. “

[oxygenic]

I know I don’t say this enough but thanks for following me. it means a lot.

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[ogjer]

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ogjer

◤☠◢ “I… I’m out of chrome!             I’M OUT OF CHROME!!!“

[ogjer]

“ Sounds like Valhalla just didn’t want you then, huh? “

“ You can’t just use it willy-nilly like that. Mediocre. “

[torrere-blog]

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    All semblance of reasoning shattered away into panic. Capable was trapped, feverish skin     against her own and closer still.  Had there been any food in her belly to sick up she would     have surely retched. 

                    ❝ No no no no no pig fuck bastard get off fuck pig no no no. ❞

    The stream of incoherent babbling matched her hysteria as she squirmed and pushed and      scratched and bit. Anything to relieve the mounting pressure against her windpipe and the      stale stench of sweat and metal that perverted her senses.

[ogjer]

A giggle bubbled up from his throat, eyes watching in amusement at her panic. He backed up, holding her at arm’s length, though her nails still got him good in a few places. Had enough of her flailing, he took his hand back from her neck, only to give her a harsh shove.

         “ You need to relax! I haven’t even done nothin’ wrong yet. “

[ogjer]

[ So apparently Organic had two deleted scenes. One where he kills Miss Giddy. (He apparently licked her fucking armpit as she died.)

and the other, where he is taking a shit and is left behind in the desert.

What a fucking trash can. ]

[ogjer]

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[ogjer]

[ I’m still here! I just haven’t had a whole lot of time to get online. I’m still cleaning the house after the move (god my shit is everywhere) and I work for the next 6 days straight. So hopefully I can find sometime to do replies? ]

[heavyfuriousoul-deactivated2015]

*walks up to a gay couple* so who’s the lancer and who’s the driver

[ogjer]

The Ogre listened. The Ogre tried to understand. No, no, she didn’t understand. She couldn’t. What did she know of gods? What did she know?

    “ What of the heroes in Valhalla? Those who died gloriously in battle? Some were gods, probably. I–I think gods can die. They just get born again.                                          That’s why I wanted to eat him.                                        I wanted to become a god. “

There was no belief so solid in him than that of devouring. Devour a man and he will live through you. It was something he discovered himself–perhaps he was a prophet. Immortan Joe didn’t like his thinking. But perhaps, if gods can die, they can be wrong sometimes, too. 

Ogre subconsciously brought his knuckles back up to his mouth. It had become a habit for him to suck on his hand for comfort, especially when it was bleeding. It was warm. It tasted of metal. It was familiar.

[samahll-deactivated20160825]

                “They could be up there. I am not saying that                 Walhalla is a lie – I would  not be able  to say                 for certain. What I can say for  certain is  that                 Immortan Joe is nothing. Absolutely nothing.” 

Yet she died off. Her words stopped for a moment as she stared upon the War Boy. He wanted to eat Joe. Cannibalism was not something that was seen as odd, per se, but to the Dag it was rather surprising. She merely watched him in silence before she moved to sit upon the ground to give her legs a break from crouching. She doubted that Joe would have even tasted good in the first place. Too fatty, not enough real meat, she suspected. When his hand was brought back to his mouth, her attention went back to that as her head gave a tilt. 

                “Does it hurt? I can patch it up for you.”

[ogjer]

To hear Immortan Joe was nothing--someone they all revered so heavily--nothing, nothing, nothing--it was..disappointing. It would be devastating, once the truth really began to sink in. But now, he only began to consider the idea. Perhaps if he had succeeded in devouring him, he would have become nothing.

He turned to her when she addressed his hand.    " You know how? “      He was suspicious of anyone who claimed any sort of healing knowledge that wasn’t Organic or himself (having learned most of what he knew from the man.) A sheltered wife knowing even the simplest things he was incredulous of.                                                     What could she know?