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CLOSED TO HILLINGDON HOUSE

[Lying outside by the waters, he rests his hands over his bare chest – fingers lightly scratching at the tattoo of an engine that he has etched into his skin. He had gone out earlier in search of answers, of whispers, of where the other War Boys are, but came up with nothing. Nux isn't sure how he fits in with the other hunters; they were not raised on the same beliefs as he was, but they were still human. They still wanted to make a world safe for humans and that is more than enough for nonbelievers.

It isn't that he's lounging. Though, he does like to give the impression that is what he is doing. It is honestly that he has quite winded. Nux does what he can to build his strength up enough to move about, but sometimes, it does get the better of him. At least, the war paint that he still coats his skin in covers up how pale that he is actually getting.]

All I need to do is find the others, or find the one who did it. That's all.

[An easy task, he tells himself. He will be given great treasures in the afterlife once he has completed either goal. He takes a breath in and slowly turns his head to look toward the house. Nothing like his kind. It'll be all right. He'll protect them. Keep 'em safe any hunter would.

Already, he thinks that he can hear the war drums.]

OPEN: WANDERING THE STREETS

[His pants make an almost jiggling noise as he walks. It'd probably be better if it was bells, but it is mostly due to spare chains and bullets that he keeps in his pockets. Nux has become aware in the two years that he has lived out in the world that people do not like how he looks. His saved head and painted white skin tends to make them back away from him. But that's the point, isn't it? Humans are safe and hunters hunt. They're supposed to be frightening like guard dogs.

Or so he thinks.

At the moment, it isn't as serious as that. He's looking for his brothers as always, but he can't do that on an empty stomach. Nux isn't sure how long he has been wandering the alleys, and streets, but night has already fallen. He runs his hands along the glass of where there is some baked goods. But the lights are off given the indication that it's closed.]

Maybe should pop over to some store? How long do they stay open, anyway? [He is asking no one but is already starting to try to walk to find the fabled open shop in the middle of the night.]

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US. [But his enthusiasm is appreciated. And it tells her everything she needs to know. Enough, certainly, to give him a nod.] But it's already been taken care of.

We were hunters. I still am.

Hunters!

[He calls out the title, the name of the machine that they are both a part of. Nux continues to give her shoulders a little shake. Another hunter. A huntress. Not part of his War Boys, but means little. A hunter is a hunter is a hunter.]

Handled and cared for. As it should be.

[Wanda can't help but laugh a little at the call. He's definitely crazy, she's decided, but that isn't bad. After all, she knows she is, too. When he shakes her shoulders, she raises one hand to close over one of his wrists in a show of solidarity.]

Hunters.

[It's a simple form of agreement.]

You new here. Ain't right of a huntress to be on her own.

[He states aloud. More hunters about the better. Huntin' alone is all well and good, but should try to hunt together. Means more kills. More battles. More war to be had on those that think that they can crush humans under their power.]

After eatin', you can come back to base. Lots of hunters there. Full group. They'll take ya on your own, and be safe till you leave. Yeah?

Full group? [It sounds interesting, at least. And it's a place to sleep that isn't on the street. Even if she just finds a good piece of floor to curl up on, it's safer than out here.] Not used to those.

Always was just me and Pietro.

[And Pietro was gone now. She was alone.

But until it was time to move on -- until she had the money she needed to move on -- she could bunk up with some others. If she didn't like it, she could leave.]

But yeah. I'll come.

Ain't so bad. Ain't like home. They're not soft. Not really, but not like how I 'member. [Most of he remembers is getting into fights with other War Boys over nothing, because that sort of violence allows for others to grow closer. Don't seem like that'd work with his new brothers and sisters, tho.]

Hillingdon Clan. That's us. What we are. Full of hunters. Some of 'em ain't human. Not sure 'bout that. Humans should protect humans. But I'm not the one in charge. Can't make those rules. Best to be together than on your own. Too many to take on but if it is for family, there ain't enough to take on, yeah?

[Humans should protect humans.

She agrees, sort of, but someone who isn't human can still protect humans. But-- Well. Before she goes back with him, she should probably say it. Just in case he doesn't want her anywhere near.]

I'm not human.

Don't know what I am.

But I'm not human. I want to protect them, though.

Not sure that sounds right.

[The whole lot of it. Something that isn't human being a hunter. Something that isn't human that wants to protect 'em. But there are a few of those oddies at Hillingdon, tho, aren't there? Not gonna start fight with 'em 'cause they're not doin' nothing and when they do, the whole clan'll get 'em, won't they? No mercy. Nothin' but ash. Would be that way with the War Boys. But this is somewhere else. Does that mean bringing them in front of the Night Council? Lots to think about what would happen.]

But you can still come 'long after. If you cause trouble, lots of hunters there so that'll be that.

They called us 'meta humans' at the clinic.

[It still has "human" in it. But she's not a normal human. They can't do the things she can. But as long as she uses those abilities to help people, she doesn't mind them so much. As long as she protects those who deserve it.]

Thanks. For still letting me come. I'd understand if you didn't want me near the others.

Ah, heard 'bout those. Crossed the border but not anything save human. Wonder if that's close to touching Valhalla. Might be.

[He half finishes his thoughts as he tucks his hands into his pant's pockets.]

If person worried about someone, should keep them close rather than send 'em off. It's for the best. But you're human, so it isn't like it isn't how it should be. Hunters being with hunters. It's how it should be. Lifting each other up from the blood that we were born into.

Valhalla?

[It sounds familiar. Something in mythology? Or was it HYDRA's files? Something. It jogs a hint of a memory, so she glances over at him as she heads into the grocery shop.

Not many people are there, which makes it easy to snag a couple of the sandwiches that didn't sell during the day.]

Where real and good hunters go.

[The place that he'd be able to drink with the gods and all his fallen brothers. He rolls his shoulders once as he peeks over towards the grocery shop.

He's looking down at his attire and fixing up his jacket. People don't like that he only wears it and they'd be able to see the tattoo on his chest. People don't seem like it. He doesn't understand why. Just shows he's part of the machine -- but he already went into that before, yeah?]

Where you go when you die right. Lots of people there, food, battles, fire... it's great. You eat and eat then you go out and fight as much as ya want. Immortality. Brought back sometimes, too. Untouched by supernatural. It's all hunters. Our will. How it should be.

Well, I wish you luck. It sounds wonderful.

[For herself, there's no much thought of an afterlife. In a way, it seems like a better option to just be dead. To rest. If there is anything. But there probably isn't. No point to dying but being dead.

Still, it's easy enough to pay for the stuff and be on their way, and she opens the plastic sheet over the sandwiches, offering him one and taking the other for herself.]

It is. Will be. Gonna be.

[He breathes out a happy sigh as he stares at all the sandwich offered to him. He happily takes it from her as he starts to shove half of it into his mouth already.

No, he doesn't quite know how to eat in front of people -- if there is a right way (there is). But this is just how it's always been with his family and others, so it's good, right (probably not)?]

So, why just wanderin' through here?

RESTING, WANDERING, BUT ALWAYS LOOKING

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