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@scarredsands
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"Every day can be leg day if yer able-bodied n' y'ain't a coward."
In The (newly restored and fully renovated) Under, Saya is a figure of absolute respect. She didn't choose this for herself. Rather, the denizens that were able to return to their homes, their shops, their livelihoods, etc. chose to look to her and view her as a 'leader' of sorts. Both power and money pave the way for respect in a place as lawless as The Under, and Saya has plenty of both now.
Not only is she almost the strongest Elite, she's the strongest Colosseum Leader in the region - and her Colosseum of choice is The Under Colosseum, making it a no-brainer for her to be so highly revered.
There never was any true law in The Under, and there still isn't. It is a totally lawless land beneath the seediest town in the region. However, Saya is looked to as far as settling the most pettiest squabbles, or the most serious of situations. Her judgement is absolute in the dingy community, and folks that don't belong have been ousted and outcast entirely from the underground city.
She partially falls in line with her ancestor, acting as the vigilante of the city. There are others like her, but they're few and far between, scattered amongst the bright neon lights. The Kids Grid has begun operations in The Under again, though it's not really a group comprised of children anymore - those who remain from the original group have all reached adulthood, but the name of their group is too iconic and well-known to change (they haven't thought of anything better either, really).
Saya works with this group when she can, taking on more of the 'ugly jobs' and getting her hands dirty so they don't have to. She is no stranger to dispatching threats to The Under's security and its people through the most brutal of force, and she's no stranger to killing either. When it comes to The Under, there is little she wouldn't do to protect it and keep it safe. She's prepared herself for the idea that she may have to give her life for the subterranean city, and is absolutely willing to do so if it ever comes down to it.
With the sun having gone down, Saya's workshop was still fairly hot, but a far more tolerable temperature than earlier. Time to blast some music, and get back to work on her motorbike carcass for Solenoid.
Bal stretches his legs out, neatly sliding them under her bunched ones so he didn't crush her against the couch. He's quiet for a long while, other than is obnoxious slurping through his (stolen) bendy-straw.
"If I am truthful, my dear, I do not know what I would have done had Allister not considered me talented enough. Slaved away in the Colosseum, perhaps." He waves a hand lazily. "But! I must profess, despite being robbed for all I was worth not long after I arrived, I am very happy with how things have turned out. Why, I would nary change a thing."
He laughs then, shaking his head.
"Saya, you are built like a Bewear. In fact, I would sooner challenge one of them to a fist fight. Besides, that is simply how you are. Orre breeds uniqueness. Who am I to judge?" He shakes his head. "You always return. That is what matters."
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Saya wastes no time in stretching her legs out now, letting them dangle over Bal's and off the edge of the couch. Sorry Bal, she was waiting for that moment to capitalize upon. She swishes her drink around in her glass, half tempted to put in another drink order to have brought up for them, but she relents for now.
"Hah," she lets out a small laugh, "yeah, same here. I mean... reckon I wouldn't've minded too much, but I know m'self better. I would've always been hungry fer more than th'Colosseums could offer. Was already gettin' t'that point 'fore this whole League thing happened." Saya pauses and takes a long sip of her drink, a smile crinkling her eyes. "Yeah. I've been dealt shit hand after shit hand, but bein' in th'moment, I'd say m'pretty content m'self. Sometimes I wonder how in th'hell I even got here - 'sides m'skill. I already know I got that."
Sometimes, it all felt like it was a giant dream. And if it was, she never wanted to wake up.
"A Bewear- okay. Lemme just pretend like I know what that is, n' I'll take it as a compliment." Saya says with a laugh, "like... okay, maybe fistfightin' wouldn't work but surely a gun or a bat? A knife?" Even with her lighthearted jokes, it still feels like a small weight was lifted in a strange way. The guilt she felt upon leaving and returning was always there in the back of her mind, even when she wasn't actively thinking about it.
Bal, though... he understood. He always understood her, despite everything she'd been through, and everything that plagued her. Perhaps that was why she felt she could be so open with him. There wasn't ever any judgement.
"...'Course I always come back. If I didn't, I know ya'd come n' teleport t'wherever I was - even though ya know damn well ya might get socked - n' drag m'sorry ass back one way or another." She soon finishes her drink quickly, and without so much as a grimace.
"Although, I gotta give ya credit. Yer gettin' better at stayin' out of punchin' range when y'go n' do that lately. Smartenin' up, I see."
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Lucy offers an approving nod at Saya's honest retort, arching a bemused eyebrow as the Orrean downs her whiskey like water.
"...Elite Four, huh? Lucky me. Didn't know Orre had anything like that--hope your system is less bullshit than Hoenn's."
The Pike Queen smirks, casually reaching into her pocket to extract a clear vial of mysterious liquid. A single drop is added to her gin and tonic, which hisses like an arcane potion. Raising the glass to her lips, Lucy squints as the 'enhanced' drink burns refreshingly at the back of her throat. A small drop of diluted Roselia pollen, that's the stuff--
"...Call me Lucy. Visiting, obviously," she rasps, nodding once more. "Looking for a good time or a little trouble. Battling, casinos...that's definitely more my speed."
The Frontier Brain leans back with a miffed shake of her head, idly swishing the melting ice in her glass. "...Could've used your advice an hour ago. Bike overheated and nearly fell apart while I was ripping it over a dune--might be junkyard food now."
Saya couldn't help but let out a small snort. "If ya hadn't heard 'bout it before, then that should tell ya our League don't operate like th'rest of 'em. I've never even met any other Elites - reckon they ain't want our company. Their loss."
She tosses back the rest of her drink in one fell gulp, placing the glass back on the bar top with a light, ceremonious slam. Crimson eyes quickly found the barkeep, who was already busying themselves making her another. "Add some cola t'that, if ya would." She'd interject. Although Saya could drive through the desert blind if she needed to, and although she was a woman who could handle her liquor, she'd still rather not wreck her bike from being too inebriated.
A quick glance was cast towards Lucy, noticing the abnormal fizz - almost hiss - to her drink. Saya had to wonder what was in that vial. Perhaps she'd ask later on, if she remembered.
"Yer gonna fit right in then, if that's yer speed." Saya catches her drink once more as its slid her way, condensation already moistening the glass. "A good time n' a lil' trouble..." She leans back in her seat a little, lifting the glass to her lips. "I can make either'a those happen - maybe both." There's a wry smile on her scarred face, red eyes alight with mischief.
The noise in the lonely desert bar picks up a bit more as more customers come in for relief from the heat, although no one makes any move to take up any of the seats next to the two women. "Ah, th'dunes... yeah, damn." Saya whistles low. "That'll do it, 'specially in this heat." She rests an elbow on the bar, and then rests her head in her hand.
"May not be a total loss though. I got m'tools on m'bike - I could take a look at it. Ain't a lot o'vehicles 'round these parts that I can't fix... n' I got a few drinks in me now so m'feelin' more confident than normal."
Anya Taylor-Joy as Furiosa Furiosa: A Mad Max SagaΒ (2024) dir. George Miller
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re: shipping
absolutely love it, i love crying over our blorbos. but im also the type of writer that really enjoys developing romantic relationships into extremely deep dynamics over time in novella style play. which isn't everyone's cup of tea, i just yearn for rich story arcs and to explore development with both parties in mind when i ship. :3
Registeel sits quietly near Saya as she tends to a few of her plants. She'd already watered those that were more intensive as far as their needs went, and now she worked with careful precision to prune a few that were overgrown. The painted terracotta pots her plants rest in added a splash of color to her room.
Her eyes would lift to the desert landscape outside of the windows, watching a distant sandstorm rolling slowly along the horizon. The sky was otherwise clear and blue save for tall thunderheads dozens of miles away - a series of storms that likely wouldn't make it into the lower deserts. They never really did in this heat, unless the atmosphere was just right.
Saya would set her shears down for a moment, lips set in a thin line. Soon, she'd turn back towards Regis. He sat still, previously watching her deft hands at work.
"Regis," she'd finally say, looking up at the large golem, "tell me 'bout yer home."
From her chamber she watches lightning dance across the night sky. Arcs of it jump from cloud to cloud, with some striking down to the sand below. In the distance, Saya can see smoldering on one of the mountains - likely being struck and igniting dry brush. All of her lights were totally off, adding to the show. A loud clap of thunder rattles the thick glass that makes up the dome. A dry storm yet again - it was still too hot and too dry even at night for rain to truly fall, but it was nothing short of spectacular.
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God, she wishes she were out there right now.
god she is so deranged i love her sm
Life has cursed me with this thing called "rage".
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