Day 017: In The Nosebleed Section
Summary: A group of Grounders and one Skaikru watch the events of the execution and firefall from their cheap seats in the trees.
Date: 30 May 2016
Related: Execution and Firefall (the Skaikru side of the execution)
Afaye Arlin Gideon Kai Rinnan Silver Tuan Veks Wren 

Forests Around Campe

This forest is a mingling of hardwoods and temperate evergreens, with towering oaks and cedars mixed with slender alders. The ground is covered in grassy mosses and thick ferns — some with sharp, sword-like leaves and others with tight spiraled stems that unfurl toward the crowded canopy. Beyond the trees and ferns, the forest also hosts arching, moss-draped vine maples and flowering blackberry bushes as just some of its flora occupants.

Toward the west, the forest begins to break as the mountains climb, revealing meadow balds and the broad web of the divided Potomac.

Day 17

Just because Wren is a big guy doesn't mean he can't sit up in a tree or climb them, eyeballing the Skaikru folk. The rain doesn't both him, used to standing out in the rain for hours on end during a hunt. The only thing that bothers him is the fact that wet hair gets in his face, constantly having to move it away. And he's been here for the past couple of days, taking shifts in watching the teenagers do…whatever it is that they're doing. "<In Trigedasleng> So…they plan on finally killing their murderer. They take forever to agree on just about anything." he grunts over at Tuan. The man himself is sitting between two large branches that support his weight, nestled in the crook of 'Y' shape of the tree. "<In Trigedasleng> I should of never let Silver go back to them. She was the only one of them worth a damn."

Live as a scout, that's what Tuan has to do day in and out. Yes, that is poetry. He has taken more than his fair share of shifts watching the Skaikru but it hasn't bothered him, they are a fascination to the younger man. Perched up in the trees as well, close enough to make conversation with Wren but postured at a different angle so that he can see things differently, Tuan has stayed relatively quiet the entire time; a feat that is rather odd for the normally talkative one. "<In Trigedasleng> Hmm? I do not know what is worse Wren, watching them wander about their lives or listening to you talk about that one." His tone is teasing but distracted when he makes the quip.

"<In Trigedasleng> Shut it. I trust them about as much as I trust you alone with my horse." Wren remarks idly from his spot, reaching his neck out, and opening his mouth to let the rain fall in for a drink. At least he won't get thirsty out here right now. "<In Trigedasleng> But I trust Silver. She said she would alert me of possible things that we won't be able to see. And she has no desire to come back here. Really, I think she distrusts them as much as we do." he explains slowly. "<In Trigedasleng> Still…I wonder why they hesitate like they do. This is what you get for being unable to agree on a leader."

"<In Trigedasleng> They cannot agree on a leader, because they do not share values." Tuan says towards Wren, his eyes scanning over the camp. "<In Trigedasleng> Each one seems to believe something else, value something else. How can they be supportive of a goal like that?" The young mans' words come with a sigh at the end. "I do not trust any of them, except one as well."

"<In Trigedasleng> Because they're barely adults? Because they were ciminals in their own tribe? Who can say, were they organized, had a leader of some kind, I could see giving them more respect. As it stands, until they decide to actually work together and not /debate/ over the life of a convicted murderer in their own midst, they'll be found wanting. Of a great many things." Wren remarks idly. "<In Trigedasleng> Eh, to be fair you and I may have different goals, Tuan, but we don't let that get in the way of the tribe's goals. There's a difference. They," he waves a hand at the camp, "<In Trigedasleng> "Think of their own goals first before everyone else." Something occurs to him, causing him to shake his head. "No, some think the best for everyone. But that is a small number." Another pause, this time, he's looking at Tuan directly. "Oh? Who?"

"<In Trigedasleng> I am barely older than they are, would you not trust me to make decisions that are best for the village? To respect the wishes of Staheda or Heda?" Tuan asks towards Wren with a frown, "I believe they are soft. Criminals does not make one ready to make the decisions of life." He trails off then before looking back towards the village and lifting his hand to point out the one he is speaking of, the dark haired girl that was part of the summit; Fiona. "<In Trigedasleng> That one has shown some wisdom. Truly appreciates being here, has shown respect to us and our ways."

"<In Trigedasleng> You were taught differently. You understand what life is like on the ground. They are from the Sky, they don't understand. You were raised as the entire village your family, as I was. We understand the meaning of unity and working together. They are still learning that. As for making decisions, you are still Second, Tuan, never doubt that. But Oxfor makes the decisions. Not you, not me. Were you suddenly became heda, yes I would listen to you, but I would also hope that you would ask for console in matters. Because I know I would." Wren replies calmly. "They are not so soft as to be unable to kill our warriors. You can respect that, even if you don't think much in their ability to organize." Squinting, he nods. "<In Trigedasleng> Her I know. She spoke to Gideon and I when we were being held captive. I feel she could be a proper leader for the Skaikru. If the others would follow her, and that I am not so sure about."

"<In Trigedasleng> I struggle with them." Tuan says quietly after a bit. "<In Trigedasleng> Every time people come from without it is an invasion. The raiders from the Dead Zone, the Azgeda." He sighs softly, "Every part of my head says they are trouble but my heart says otherwise." He looks over towards Wren. "I do not like this disconnect. I am not used to it."

"<In Trigedasleng> Welcome to growing up, Tuan." Wren chuckles a bit, chucking a walnut into the camp idly, making sure not to actually hit anything, but maybe making someone a bit jumpy. At least have with spy duty. "<In Trigedasleng> The Azgeda are without honor. They kill unarmed hearlers. There is no glory nor is there honor in that. And I will not lower myself to their level. The Skaikru could have killed Gideon and I. But they did not, they showed mercy when they had no reason to do otherwise. That gives me pause. All of them may not be good, but show me a people where all are worthy. Some of them have potential, it is simply a matter of time to wait and see what they will do. I'm willing to give them benefit of the doubt. Because I have to try and place myself in their position. What I would do. To understand, you must walk a span in their shoes. Silver has…helped me understand." There's something he wants to say at his last bit. "I…understand what you say though. LIstening to your heart. She is beautiful, isn't she."

Tuan doesn't respond verbally for a bit, although he does blush ever so slightly. "<In Trigedasleng> That is not what I meant about listening to my heart." Well, not completely. "<In Trigedasleng> It is new, that is all Wren. All of this is new and has happened very quickly. From the landing, getting sick… the attacks." He says the last very quietly before shaking his head. "You are right, understanding what they are going through is difficult. Them undrestanding us as well. Some are trying I believe, whether to understand to work together or understand how to fight us better I do not know." Now he pauses and finally asks the thought, "I wonder if they do everything different… or some things like us as well."

"<In Trigedasleng> Funny, that is what I was talking about with mine." Wren shrugs. "<In Trigedasleng> I'm here because of her, because she asked me to. And trust me when I say that it is difficult to remind myself that while I can trust her, that I cannot be so easy to trust others. But you have more than a decent reason for being hesitant. I'm am as well…but, we sometimes do stupid things for people we care about. You may find yourself in the same place. Especially with that Fiona. She's easy on the eyes as well." He tilts his head, taking note of the number of people walking out in the main campground, watching slowly. "The point is that they are trying, Tuan. And if they trying, so must we. But at the very least, the ones that are actually trying to understand us. That, is only fair. I think they are starting to realize that a fight is something they cannot win. If they wanted a fight, they would not of bothered with the cease-fire." There's a knowing look as to what he's getting at. "Oh, they do some things very similar to us. Though they have different words for it."

A glance is cast towards Wren when he talks about the similar things with different words. A soft chuckle follows and the younger is shaking his head. "That is good to know, that they are… well, that such things occur." He and a few others had running bets afterall about such topics so winning a new fishing net will be quite a pleasant reward back in Coesbur. "Do you believe they will be able to do it? To kill one of their own? I was told by another scout that there was much yelling over the actions of doing it like they yell about many things. Will they have the will to finish one thousand cuts?"

"Yes, I figure you would keep that in mind for the next time you talk to Fiona." Wren winks over at her. "I think these skaigirls are in search for real men. Ones that think less with their own manhoods and more with the skills that make them a benefit to all. Rather than saying as much but never proving anything. These skaimen are funny. I find their women easier to talk to, for the most part." He shrugs to the last part. "They will have to. If they do not, they will let a killer go free. A village that would suffer a murderer? I doubt even the Skaikru would lack the spine to the right thing when it is needed. And no, I doubt that. If they are smart, they will simply kill the girl and be done with it. They have more pressing concerns to deal with."

Wren and Tuan are up in a tree overlooking the camp. Seems like they're not really hiding their presence, but why bother when the teens probably suspect they're out there anyways?

Besides, sometimes it is even more scary to think that they care so little about hiding their presences, that they don't bother. Sitting there with Wren, Tuan shakes his head slowly and laughs. "I do not think I am as forward to simply say such things. The skills we have that benefit, hmm. That is certainly something to offer, yes." He looks over at Wren then and shakes his head with a blush, "I think it is easier for me to talk to people who do not remember when I was ten or such."

"You were so cute at ten years old." Wren remarks lightly, tilting his head to take note of the prisoner being charted out. "I think these teenagers are going to learn a very valuable lesson today, Tuan. If nothing else, they will never forget the day that they killed one of their own. And I recall very clearly the last time we had to do the same. A shame, but this is their own version of 'blood must have blood'. They will have it and what happens from there, will be on their own shoulders to bear."

There's an execution waiting to happen in the camp. And while Silver may understand why it needs to be done, she doesn't see any point in her being there for it. So she's ventured out into the woods, coming to a stop under the observation trees. "It's stupid," she calls up to the pair. "They're just doing what was done to them, like it's going to make anything better."

When skies begin to darken with the coming of dusk, the camp starts to gather just outside the dropship where the grounds are mostly cleared. People are in jackets and hoods, or using bits of branches or large leaves as shelter from the rain. The atmosphere around the camp is no longer upbeat, joyful rebellion, but one of sullen and somber acceptance.

Mags has been escorted by her guards down the dropship, and her shadow can be seen just inside the doors to the cargo bay. Her hands are bound in front of her, and her hair has been tied back to leave her throat bare. She looks drawn and distant, her mouth set in a thin line and her shoulders have hunched. She looks smaller, more serious, and even a touch more grown. Is this how every delinquent looked before they were floated?

Tuan snorts a bit at Wren when he comments about him being ten. "<In Trigedasleng> You did not think so when I stole your favorite knife and then lost it in the lake." The counter is given with a wry grin. He switches then to English as Silver approaches near the bottom of the trees. "We have a saying among our own people. Blood must have blood. Murder can only be met with Death. It is the way of things."

"She knows the phrase, Tuan." Wren notes quietly, looking down at Silver, offering a small smile at the woman. "<In Trigedasleng> Oh stop, I only threw you in the lake to go fetch /once/." he grins easily. "That is our way, it may not be theirs. Well…until today. Took them long enough to decide what they needed to do. No village should suffer a murderer. I do not think these teenagers are prepared for the weight of their actions of this, but I suppose they have little choice in the matter." Coming down the tree, he offers Silver a hand to climb up there with him.

<FS3> Arlin rolls Stealth: Failure.

<FS3> Silver rolls Athletics: Failure.

"Blood must have blood makes sense sometimes," Silver allows. "Sometimes it's necessary. Sometimes you have to make a point. But most times? It just leads to someone else wanting blood. It turns people into stupid…" Which is roughly when she reaches for Wren's hand, trying to climb up the side of the tree, and promptly loses her grip and slips right down the side. Well. At least she tried, right?

<FS3> Wren rolls Athletics: Success.

"At times yes. It is necessary. The issue will stop then and there. But your people, you do not understand the responsibilities you must take with the action taken. Or the fact you have created a system of order that prevents retailiation. Here, it is likely there will be. And then, you will have to likely kill them too, until order is set down. Or until you choose your own leader. But considering your people's inability to even do something as simple as that, I question it." He frowns when the hand slips. "Come on, you didn't really try that time. Again." he tells her.

"Your people are already hungry are they not?" Tuan asks Silver, only smiling a bit when she slips. He moves to start to help Wren but then thinks better of it. "Food, water, clothes. Guards for a prisoner. That is all what it would cost to keep this one alive. One who has murdered willingly yes? What reason did she give? Was it a reason that makes you believe she should live?"

Arlin and Gideon spent the past WAY TOO BLOODY LONG on a horse to get out to the Delinquent camp for what probably isn't date night. One might think they'd bother to ride the mare all the way to Inspiration Point, considering the massive downpour, but they've been walking alongside animal for a good quarter mile. It's a good thing that the Grounders in the trees aren't angling to be stealthy because the medic would entire mess that up. Maybe none of the Skaikidz will hear the sound of him clomp stomping footfalls squishing in mud over the sound of downpour and murder. Spotting the others, his eyes first alight on the unfamiliar Silver, then up to his clansman in the branches, then back down to the Sky Clan medtech, where it settles for a moment before he gives an up nod of greeting and asks his fellow Grounders, "The show start, yet?"

<FS3> Gideon rolls Resolve: Success.
<FS3> Silver rolls Athletics: Good Success.
<FS3> Arlin rolls Athletics: Great Success.

"Killing her so we can have her stuff isn't convincing me," Silver notes to Tuan with a brief, tight smile. "And I did try. I just…failed," she adds to Wren, brushing herself off. "We don't have many trees in space. Anyhow. If I really believed that chaos could be considered an actual trial, and that the people voting were thinking about the ultimate good of the camp rather than teaching someone a lesson, that'd be one thing. But it's rushed. It's not thought out. It's once again reacting rather than acting." Taking Wren's hand again, she braces the other against a branch, walking her way up the tree to join him. "This time I tried and succeeded. Because I stopped to think first."

"Your people are immature. You're an exception to that. And maybe one or two others. The fact that you'd rather be out here than in there shows that." Wren says, grunting with an amount of effort, picking Silver up one-handed if he has to. The branch he's standing on is strong enough to support their weight. "Good job. Now you climb trees just as well as Tuan does." he adds, giving a wink to the younger scout. "If there will be chaos, the responsibility of those who have sown it should be held accountable. If they knew that killing this one would cause strife, they are just as guilty as the one who did the original murder. You do not kill one just so the rest can die. That's foolish. It is not that way with our people. Death is a punishment, the rest understand this. Rare that someone would act in retaliation for it."

<FS3> Gideon rolls Athletics: Great Success.
<FS3> Gideon rolls Stealth: Good Success.
<FS3> Afaye rolls Stealth: Great Success.
<FS3> Gideon rolls Alertness: Failure.

Gideon has managed to not kill Arlin on their way to the Delinquent camp — or leave him alone with his horse to manage on his own. She has shown some degree of patience for the Polis softy, even if there were many times she was counting down from ten. "<In Trigedasleng> You are like a blind bear staggering through a forest of glass, Arlin," she reports dryly. Then she looks up to the fellow Grounders in the trees, and finally the small Skaikru girl. She frowns suspiciously, but focuses her attention on the former. She starts to climb up into the trees, pulling herself up as quietly as possible. She grunts as she settles on a branch. "Murder is murder, Wren. We would not allowed a ripa to live, why should they?" She looks at the camp now through the heavy rains.

"Then you weren't listening, Gideon." Wren grunts annoyed at the other, saying nothing else.

"Do we tell her that your broke three branches climbing the tree and almost needed a rope to get up here?" Tuan offers towards Wren with a grin on his lips before looking back at the display in the Sky Camp. "I do not know how leaving one to live that has murdered is a thought to be weighed." HE shakes his head slightly, looking at Gideon when she speaks up. "But they are not us. They value things different than we do. This much I have learned."

Nobody bothered to give notice that they were going to go spy on an execution, let alone that an execution is currently in progress in the Skaikru camp. Thus Afaye finds herself prowling silently through the trees with her bow in hand and arrow knocked, ready to fire should some hapless animal cross her path. The skittering of a doe draws her attention and she crouches behind a log and raises her weapon. Sighting the animal, she leads it carefully and exhales slowly, her fingers loosening just a fraction. A moment later, the heavy stomp-stomp of Gideon and Arlin approaching send the doe darting away through the brush. "<In Trigedasleng> Damn all of you," she mutters angrily, hastily rising to stow her weapon.

There's no need to be stealthy anymore, so she crashes through the undergrowth with marked irritation until she materializes beneath Tuan and Wren's tree. "<In Trigedasleng> Some of us are trying to hunt, but do you care? Noooo, you must watch the drama unfold, perched like a couple of cackling hens eagerly awaiting bloodshed." Pausing to catch her breath, she tilts her head at the sound of English and switches tongues accordingly. "Have they killed her yet?" she inquires loudly, looking toward Gideon and Arlin as if the question were directed toward them.

Rinnan is up a tree, legs dangling casually from a study branch upon which she's perched. "Nope," Rinnan says in English with an easy shake of the head, even if Gideon can't see it. "They take too long," she adds. The East German judge has weighed in Murder Expediency. A generous 4 for the Sky People.

"Because this doesn't make sense," Silver grimaces to Gideon's question. "If she'd just off and murdered someone because she wanted their share of the food or something, sure. I'd be behind this. But she killed someone to make a statement. Doing this right now, drawing her out and killing her? Just giving her a bigger platform. Making her a martyr to the people who'd back her. And teaching them to be better at murdering and not get caught. I like my murderers dumb, thanks." She half-leans against Wren as she settles on the branch, though maybe she's using the big Grounder for shelter from the rain.

"That is more or less how wars have been started." Wren nods at Silver. "One death equals another death, and another, and another until all that is seen in a field of dead." That is said neutrally, his expression not giving away whether or not he agrees with the sentiment. "So, you would not kill her in order to prevent more people from being killed? To prevent strife?" he asks, perhaps trying to understand the concept. "So you agree if she had simply stolen for her own reasons, you would be fine putting her to death. Do you suppose…she wants to die? That it is apart of a larger plot against your own?"

"<In Trigedasleng> Bear, huh?" the medic replies to the scout with a flirty smile. "<In Trigedasleng> I /do/ look great sprawled in front of a fire." Like some rug, presumably. (Hey, when someone looks like he does, they don't need to so great with words.) Odds are Arlin was gonna follow that up with further flirtations, but then he hears Rinnan's familiar voice, so all Gideon gets is a wink before he's climbing his partner-in-crime's tree, with Great Success, but not before Afaye is given a 'looks like no killing' lookthat echoes what Rinnan said. "<In Trigedasleng> You really should be more subtle when it comes to stalking me," he tells his BFF, as he settles in to watch the spectacle.

<FS3> Afaye rolls Athletics: Failure.

"Excellent," Afaye hisses quietly as Rinnan confirms that the girl has not yet died. She squints and glances up to the tree, finding that it is far too crowded for her tastes. Afaye scurries up to the next one, which happens to be Rinnan's, and attempts a hasty climb up the tree. Not even six inches off the ground and she slides back down, boots skittering along the bark for lack of hand- or foot-hold. With a grunt of annoyance, she turns and opts to lean against the trunk instead; she can still join the conversation from down here. "She is no martyr. She is a criminal. I find is difficult to change minds, no matter what you do. Kill her, don't kill her, nobody changes. But kill her as example for the others; either they will pay attention, or they will learn the hard way. You cannot assume sparing her will reduce deaths in the end. If someone is set to kill, they will kill."

<FS3> Arlin rolls Athletics: Great Success.

Rinnan just moves over, to allow both Afaye and Arlin a spot on her branch. It's a main branch of the tree. Seems stable to hold them and a few more. She makes no remark for the aborted attempt, and then leans down to observe Afaye's remark. "Social contracts are important," she states in English with a tone that seems to agree with Afaye. Looking at Arlin for a moment before she permits him a brief welcoming grin, Rinnan reaches into her leather tunic and pulls out a fatly rolled blunt. It's offered to Arlin with a easy, practiced air that might suggest: Goat Rodeo, Not Our First.

"Murder is murder," Gideon repeats. "If she had been in our clan, each of you would be taking a cut, and your heda would be sending a blade through her belly." Then she sighs, shaking her head. "What would you do with her instead?" She glances to Silver now, expression honestly curious. She nods gently to Afaye's firm words, and then she sighs a bit. "Considering yourself lucky," she says to Silver. "This is an important step for your people… you now know that murder is not tolerated. Life is precious and spare… to take it away from someone who isn't facing you on the field of battle is a crime."

"I can assume sparing her long enough to get more information out of her might at least lead to the chance to catch future, would-be murderers before they get the chance to cause trouble," Silver grimaces, watching the camp from a distance. At Gideon's question, she shakes her head. "In all honesty, I don't know. We already know murder isn't tolerated. On the Ark, she would've been floated. Or, like the rest of us, boxed until she could have a review when she turned eighteen. Resources are scarce, there's no room for people who aren't contributing, which means there's no option except for execution. I just don't like how little thought's gone into this. This isn't the Ark. Things are different here. We can't afford to treat this like the Ark. We need to adapt. Maybe that means we do the same thing in this case, but…I don't think we thought about that enough."

Veks is late to the party, the sound of his arrival lost beneath the downpour. He pads up to the trunk of one of the trees, throwing back the dark leather hood of his jacket as the rain starts to ebb. As he shakes out a disarray of thin braids and damp locks of hair, his eyes dart from one tree to the next as words drift down from the leaves.

"Our ways are not their ways. And our ways may not be best for them." Wren replies stoically. "I would rather understand what they would do different, if the end result would be different or the same. I'm not here to stand on supposed higher ground and cliam that our ways are better. I don't know if they are simply because that is all I know. I would rather try to listen to another point of view on the matter." he states plainly, taking into account what Silver describes. "So…what? The ones who decided this whole matter did so upon emotion rather than debating the possible outcomes? It sounded as if she were to die no matter she was killed now or later, so what's the difference? You fear there was something missing? And that secret died with the accused?"

From the camp comes a solitary figure, she's not running, but she's also not dawdling in the least. There's determination to her steps and yet not necessarily direction other than out, OUTOUT, a long thing wrapped in a blanket gripped up against her. Probably, for once in her life she doesn't even notice that there's anyone out there given the ground-eating march she appears to be making towards the treeline with a decidedly green cast to her face.

Inside the camp walls, the so-called Mags Trentin is seen collapsing against one of the Skaikru as her throat is slit — instead of being hanged, apparently. She is held by the boy and comforted by the near by girl as she dies.

"Our ways are not different from their ways," Gideon protests with a snort. "Not entirely." She turns her eyes up to the skies as the rains begin to abate. She breathes out a sigh of relief. "Good, hunting can resume soon… game has been scarce today." She then looks to the gates as Kai comes trekking out, and she frowns slightly, watching her from her perch in the trees.

Afaye doesn't make it up the tree. For a moment, Arlin considers assisting her, but then he remembers she's the Horsemistress of Coesbur, which means she probably stinks of horses. For a moment, he seems a little conflicted, as though it were terribly unfortunate that such a fine-looking woman aligns herself with the enemy. Life's not fair sometimes. On the other hand, Rinnan is offering him a blunt, so life is pretty awesome sometimes, too. An appreciative smile forms, and he nods for her to light it up. He'd do it himself, but he's instead digging into his satchel to pull out of bottle of something for certain 'medicinal' purposes. It smells horribad and probably tastes worse, but Goat Rodeos have time-honored traditions, and this is one of them.

Plus, he may or may not have heard something about Death by a Thousand Cuts, even over the downpour, and that it absolutely reason enough to gets blitzed and drunk.

Now that the rain has slackened and isn't beating mercilessly down on her head, Afaye extricates herself from the conversation long enough to attempt a second scramble up the tree. This time her boot finds purchase on a small knot, allowing her to haul herself up onto a branch. The tree shakes with her weight as she swings up and hoists herself onto a seat, grunting loudly with the effort. (Don't judge; her upper body strength is meant for firing arrows, not lifting things.) She settles and focuses on the camp just in time to see the death, but only barely. "<In Trigedasleng> Damn," she mutters to herself, shifting and leaning, pushing small leaf-bearing twigs out of her line of sight so she can see better. "<In Trigedasleng> That's—a lot of blood. Are they just going to leave her laying there? I do not envy whoever has to clean that up."

The relentless rain makes it harder to get a light but Rinnan manages to strike up what passes for matches, shielding the flame from the damp and the rain as she lights the blut now pressed between her lips. Her head rocks back a touch to inhale as she waves out the match. The match is dropped on to the forest floor to join its brethren of discarded wood, letting the first hit mellow considerably in her lungs. Satisified, she passes it on to Arlin with a smooth hand over and a far more relaxed grin. It makes Veks' arrival spied from on high an easier thing for at least Rinnan to be hold. The side eye she had probably planned to throw him at all times is now a much troubled calculation of a glance.

The unmistakeable smell of burning cannabis permeats the air and joins the party.

A brightness starts to spread through the dark clouds above, but it does not flicker and flash like lightning, it does not begin at the horizon like the moon, and it is hot and ruddy, not silvered and cool.

"More or less," Silver sighs to Wren. For all her talk of sparing the girl's life, she watches the execution without flinching. It isn't a weak stomach that drives her, at least. "But it's done now. It won't change." At the shift in the light, she leans away from Wren enough to look up toward the sky, brows furrowing. "Is this more thunderstorms? Some other kind?"

There's a small bit of sniggering from Veks as Afaye struggles her way up onto a tree-bough. "<In Trigedasleng> So what's happening?" he calls up at her. "<In Trigedasleng> Blood?" Dammit. He's missing all the fun. He starts to climb after her.

<FS3> Veks rolls Athletics: Good Success.

"Do what you can and move on. There is no other choice in the matter." Wren watches about as passively as he would be watching a fire. But he too has his attention drawn away from him, looking up at the sky. "That is not lightning." he rumbles. "Something else from the sky."

Gideon looks over at Silver, and then up when she mentions the sky. The archer starts to frown, pulling herself up to stand on the branch so she can try to get a better view of the ruddy change in the cloud cover. She looks over at Wren, and then to Silver. "Are your people sending more down?" She frowns slightly.

Kai's not even noticed the sky, still marching for the treeline, she catches a rock and almost manages to land on her face, staggering instead to her knees and throwing up inelegantly in the dying rain without realizing at all that she has an audience.

While Rinnan is taking the inaugural toke, Arlin is taking the first drought of the swig. He sputters and cough a bit because, seriously, it is awful. It also packs enough of a wollop that the momentary suffering is probably worth it. That done, he trades with his companion, giving her the bottle while he takes the blunt and draws a whole lotta smoke into his lungs. The transaction is as smooth as any well-practiced trick. Definitely not their first time doing this.

"It is good they have done this without ceremony or other." Tuan comments having been quiet the entire time. "To make it a testament of a life well lived would be wrong. This is a criminal's death." He nods his own affirmation before looking around the trees at the other of Trikru who are about.

<FS3> Arlin rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Veks rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Wren rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Afaye rolls Alertness: Good Success.

Kai wipes her face with the back of her hand and then grabs her blanket wrapped bundle again before continuing off towards the trees on the south side of the camp.

Rinnan squints her eyes at the aftermath of the gathering blood around the executed and those flanking her but there's no commentary to follow. Instead, she takes a pull on Arlin's drink and makes a sour face for the finish. Her attention briefly passes to the presence of Silver before the trip and fall dinner theatre show of Kai in the distance happens.

She blurts out an entertained laugh for in her alterted state. "<In Trigedasleng> If this truce were based on running, we'd have this conflict settled," she comments with a chuckle.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the blaze behind the clouds brightens, spreading until it seems at least the size of the hidden moon. The still-falling rain begins to take on the red-gold tinge of the light beyond the clouds, brightening the gathering dusk. Abruptly, a fist of light and flame punches through the high clouds, plunging toward the dark landscape below at a speed utterly different from the near-lazy spreading of the light behind the clouds that presaged it. What was previously a simple light is now an assault of sound and brilliance, scattering off a million raindrops and nearly causing the air to shiver.

"<In Trigedasleng> More Skaikru? What? They're sending down more Skaikru?" Veks's ascent of the tree trunk pauses, one foot slowly slipping against the rutted bark, as he cranes his head to try to look up into the branches. Dammit, Afaye. This is no time to hold his very recent teasing of you against him and withhold gossip. Hmf. His lips part for more words, then stay there, silent, as pale eyes widen on the bits of sky visible through the leaves.

Drink drunk and smoke smoked, Arlin turns his attention back to the camp. It takes too ticks before his brows contort in synchronism with his mouth, into a panicked, despairing expression. "<In Trigedasleng> I missed it?" If this were some crappy sitcom, the wide-eyed way he looks at Rinnan for dreaded confirmation would elicits a raucous amount of canned laughter. "<In Trigedasleng> Damnit!" he grouses, somewhat petulantly, and he'd kick something were his legs not dangling from a branch.

During this petulant tantrum of sorts, he frowns deeply and glares at the sky, as if some great deity up there were somehow to blame. And with the lessening of the rainfall, he notices something. "<In Trigedasleng> Da fuck is that?" A quick glance is cast at Rinnan. "<In Trigedasleng> C'mon." The blunt it tucked betwixt his teeth and Arlin's climbing down the tree. Maybe there's more fun to be had.

Afaye is torn between the urge to stalk the disappearing Skaigirl stumbling her way toward the grove or to continue to goggle at the growing light in the sky. "<In Trigedasleng> What the fuck is that?" she murmurs, pushing herself up onto the branch and staring intently at the sky. "<In Trigedasleng> More people falling from the sky?" She cuts her gaze toward the tree that holds Silver, somewhat illuminated by the falling comet-thingy-whatever. The Skaigirl's own confusion does not bode well. Afaye takes her cue from the others, however, and swings down from her branch, dangling momentarily before dropping to the ground with a thud. "<In Trigedasleng> Come on, Veks, you slug," she calls out as she passes him in a dark blur. "<In Trigedasleng> I volunteer for the inevitable scouting mission."

"<In Trigedasleng> We suspected as much based on their… threats," Gideon says, finding the word a bit distasteful. She frowns as she continues to look at the sky. When it starts to break through the clouds, her eyes widen. For a moment, a sudden fear blossoms in her belly. She finds herself following Arlin and Rinnan in instinct rather than actual wish to learn more. "<In Trigedasleng> I do not like this," she murmurs. Afaye's words draws a small smile at her lips. "<In Trigedasleng> Do you?"

When the thing starts to fall, Wren urges Silver out of the tree. "<In Trigedasleng> We knew it was going to happen sooner or later. But I for one hope that these non-criminal Skaikru will easier to talk than these teenagers." he remarks gruffly. "<In Trigedasleng> Perhaps their heda will have something better to say than a bunch of adolescents running around and not being able to agree on anything." Climbing out of the tree himself, he smirks. "<In Trigedasleng> I will go as well."

<FS3> Silver rolls Athletics: Success.

Silver may not understand what they're all saying, but she can pick up the intention. At Wren's urging, she moves back to the trunk, slipping down as much as climbing down, but landing on her feet. "Let me come with you," she says, looking around the group. "If it's more of our people, they'll know me. I can make sure they don't do anything stupid when they see you. And if anyone's hurt, I can help."

"<In Trigedasleng> Slug? You're the one who climbs like a horse," grumps Veks, dropping back down out of the tree he was halfways up. Afaye's immediate volunteering earns her a frown, more protective than upset. "<In Trigedasleng> You really want that lung-rot they've got that bad? What if the animals get it, next time?" Wren gets a longer look, then a snort as he watches Silver climb down the tree. "<In Trigedasleng> One's not enough? She doesn't look that worn out yet."

"<In Trigedasleng> Someone needs to tell Staheda so he knows… although I do not know he could not see this for himself." Tuan comments, his eyes immediately going to Gideon for some reason as he stands up on his tree limb to use it as if it'll help him see over the distance further. His eyes are looking at the camp moreso however. "Do you know what to expect?" He asks looking at Silver, since she's the only Skai available.

"Fuck," Rinnan mutters in English with irritated sigh. She just wanted to watch civic-sponsored killing. Is that such a hard reach? She shifts, sliding downward and catching a lower a tree branch. She dangles for a moment and then drops, looking up at Arlin. "<In Trigedasleng> You didn't miss much," she advises Arlin in something like a reassurance, moving towards Gideon with that same sort of school of fish instinct that Warriors get beat into them. She casts a look at Gideon through a grimace, hands doing a quick check of all knives on her person. Veks' banter with Afaye steals her attention pre-check and she squints upward to watching him come down. Her gaze pauses to consider Afaye for a moment before she completes the wonderful array of knives! inventory. Okay, ready to go for a walk!

Wren swerves his eyes on Veks. "<In Trigedasleng> Are you implying something in particular?" he lifts a brow at her, brushing past Silver. "<In Trigedasleng> Because I don't exactly like what's coming across in my head. But please do. /Clarify/ for me." The big warrior apparently took umbridge at something the houndsman said.

Grinning despite the tension in the air, Afaye slings an arm around Veks' shoulders and squeezes. "<In Trigedasleng> I said scouting, not confronting. I've no desire to meet their people fresh out of the sky, stumbling around and blinking like foals. Ride as close as possible, sneak up under cover, and take a peek." She spreads her free hand out before her as if taking in ownership of their immediate surroundings. ("Everything the light touches is our kingdom.") She drops the hand to her belt, checking briefly for her own knives before gesturing toward Tuan with a lift of her chin. "<In Trigedasleng> Contingent on the steheda's orders, of course. Come with me, Veks? I can keep your pretty face safe." Wren gets a flicker of a glance, but whatever their beef may be, obviously it does not involve her.

"It should be firing more rockets," Silver answers Tuan, head tipped back to watch the progress through the crowds. "Retros. It's supposed to slow it down, the descent from space is- Not the point, there should be rockets. And once it's been slowed down enough, parachutes, to slow it down further. But what to expect from the people landing?" She shakes her head. "I expect I'll know them. There are only so many people up there. But I've got no idea why now." She seems oblivious to the burgeoning fight between the grounders.

There is a massive flash of light as the descending ball of flame strikes the ground to the east, tens of kilometers away. No blaze of retro rockets precedes the explosion, no sudden slowing of a parachute like the previous descents from the sky. Just kinetic annihilation.

"<In Trigedasleng> Besides, they're all dead now anyway," Afaye observes, wobbling with the vibration of the crash as it radiates outward along the ground.

"<In Trigedasleng> Chill, bro," Arlin off-handedly tells Wren. "<In Trigedasleng> We all know you're fucking her, so you probably can still get laid even without the show of righteous indignation." That's totally what Veks was getting at, right? Well, if not, the medic doesn't seem to care. Why, he even addresses Silver. "A healer, are you? Good." Seems like she can come. Maybe he can observe her techniques. Or anything else worth reporting to the Heda. Because he clearly intends to get to that crash site. There is no other reason for him to advance towards Rinnan's horse, named Horse. Unless, yanno, he's so annoyed he missed the execution that he decides to get it out with a punch to the animal's face.

Wren has… many inches and many pounds on Veks. It's a little like a mastiff strolling up to a terrier. His eyes are bright and sharp as they flick from Wren to Silver, Silver to Wren. "I say one Skaikru pet enough, yeh?" His English? Not so great. His eyes flicker to Afaye, and some of the bull-headed bravado fades. His weight shifts, in the start of a turn after her. "<In Trigedasleng> Whatever. Fill your house with them. You're downwind of me anyway."

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Wren=Melee Vs Veks=Dodge
< Wren: Great Success Veks: Good Success
< Net Result: Wren wins - Marginal Victory

It is more than two minutes before the rumbling basso roar, made quiet — but far from silent — by the distance, washes over the forest and the settlements scattered before Mount Weather. If that was the expected dropship, it was 36 hours early, not on target in the slightest, and did not weather the descent well. For those able to do the math in their heads, that length of time suggests an impact site 40-50 kilometers away.

Wren takes a nice long moment to let that sink. He was about to walk about away, indeed listening to Arlin, just nodding. He had bigger things to contend with. And then Veks goes and says something in english. Turning around, his lips quirk. There was only a moment of tension in his shoulder, a twitch, and then a fist flickers out, going take a shot to Veks jaw.

"<In Trigedasleng> Enough!" barks Tuan when he catches the sight of Wren swinging at Veks. "<In Trigedasleng> They watch us as much as we watch them. Do not put such a display on." Why the youngest there is snapping is beyond himself. His eyes look over towards Silver then, "It is some distance from here, yes? That was not how it was supposed to happen?"

"Oh my god." Silver pales as the ship hits the ground, taking about three steps in that direction before her mind catches up with her and she realizes she's not going to get there just by taking off. "I need to-" Her brows furrow as she catches Veks' comment, turning with the beginning of a frown. She may not speak the language, but she isn't stupid. She can put things together. And she can think of something more important to discuss than whether or not she's a pet.

"I'm a healer, yes," she answers Arlin rather than commenting on the fight in progress. "And a…Que called it a maker? Something like that. That," she points after the ship, looking to Tuan, "Is definitely not how that was supposed to happen. At that speed, it'd probably forty or fifty klicks out. And people inside will definitely be hurt."

If there were an equivalent in Trigedasleng for "oooh, snap", Afaye would have used it after Veks' quip to Wren. She opens her mouth to bark out a laugh, but is caught short as Wren turns about. Her arm lifts off of Veks' shoulders just in time to watch up-close-and-personal as the meaty fist thuds right into her friend's face. Her left hand is halfway up in an attempt to placate Wren, but it is far too little far too late. She sighs heavily and shifts, pulling the hand up to her face to touch her forehead briefly in a gesture of impatience. "<In Trigedasleng> Now is really not the best time, guys." She offers Wren a tight-lipped, dirty look before leaning down to offer the grounded (lolz, get it?) Veks a hand up. "<In Trigedasleng> Spit before you talk. You don't want to choke on any teeth he knocked out."

<FS3> Arlin rolls Riding: Good Success.

THWACK. Fist meets jaw with the a solid, meaty impact that snaps Veks's head back as he staggers. He's a quick-footed sort, typically, and manages to keep his balance after the punch for a second. One and a half. Two.

Thump. Down on his ass.

Immediately he's pushing back with one foot — not in a panic, but in the entirely sensible notion to put more space between himself and head-sized fists — and shaking his head to try to clear it. "<In Trigedasleng> Fuck TEETH," he mumbles fuzzily, reaching for Afaye's hand and missing. Oops. Reached for the wrong one, there. "<In Trigedasleng> My head still attached?"

Does Veks deserve the Wren's Warrior Love Slap? Well, shit, clearly. Duh! But that doesn't stop Rinnan from reacting even as Veks takes the clocking fist to the face. Her gaze at Wren slows and hardens, her eyelids drawing to a half-lidded stare. All traces of personality vacate the building of Rinnan's face.

"TOUCH HIM AGAIN AND I'LL DROWN YOU IN THE RIVER." Her fury is back, red faced and white spittle, with a finger crooked at Wren through the air like an exacting promise. The personality? Not so back. Her stare is a blank, banal, singular interest: violence.

Wren takes a long moment, looking at Veks, lip parting enough that he sucks air through his teeth. He gives no other explanation for why he hit Veks other than his comment and Arlin's commentary may of solidfied his reasons why. There's a glance at Rinnan. He doesn't look all that impressed by her shout. "I made my point. Go tend to him. I'll get him a drink later." Apparently, Wren is the sort to get into a fight with a person, then laugh over the same matter later with a drink. "We were going to look into this matter, then I saw we get going."

"<In Trigedasleng> Head is there, yes. Not quite as pretty as it was before, though." With a grunt, Afaye helps haul Veks onto his feet. She does him the service of dusting leaves and dirt from his hair and clothes before gripping his chin to tilt his head back and examine his face briefly. "<In Trigedasleng> I'm not healer, but I say you'll live. Don't tell anyone if you're seeing double, though, or you won't get to come with us. C'mon. We'll go get horses and check what steheda has to say before we go." Autobots, transform and roll out! She glances around to the others before gripping Veks' arm just in case he needs a guide back to Coesbur. "<In Trigedasleng> Let's go, guys." She heads off back toward their village without looking back to see who might be following.

"<In Trigedasleng> We should speak to Staheda first." Tuan says to Wren carefully, "At least before going with any sort of formality." He looks then at the others, "However to track the area, to look it over and observe. That is why we have our scouts, yes?"

"Great. Now go collect your little birdie. Daylight is wasting." That's for Silver, a bit glibly, delivered as Arlin just stares — nay, glares — at Horse. The man's eyes narrow and his mouth sourly curls; the horse's tail flicks and ears twitch. Perhaps Horse truly believes that the medic will beat him into glue if he does not cooperate right now, because when Arlin finally bullies himself unto that dreaded saddle, there are no problems. A stallion riding a stallion. Or sumfin'. "Yo, Bloodmuffin," he calls out as he successfully gets Horse to walk towards Rinnan, "Hustle. We're gonna be late for the barbecue."

"Great. Now go collect your little birdie. Daylight is wasting." That's for Silver, a bit glibly, delivered as Arlin just stares — nay, glares — at Horse. The man's eyes narrow and his mouth sourly curls; the horse's tail flicks and ears twitch. Perhaps Horse truly believes that the medic will beat him into glue if he does not cooperate right now, because when Arlin finally bullies himself unto that dreaded saddle, there are no problems. A stallion riding a stallion. Or sumfin'. "<In Trigedasleng> Yo, Bloodmuffin," he calls out as he successfully gets Horse to walk towards Rinnan, "<In Trigedasleng> Hustle. We're gonna be late for the barbecue."

Rinnan narrows her eyes at Wren for a moment and his reply. She nods with a conviction that seems to accept at full value his pronouncement. She nods curtly in acceptance of it, either not fully seeing the gravitas in Wren's expression or perhaps not caring. The personality she has, such it is, seems to rush back in at his suggestion that she go tend to him, though. She lets out a deep and rejecting snort on that score. Apparently, she'll defend the guy but medical aide? You're crazy, Wren. She doesn't even help Veks up, leaving Afaye with the duty. On the matter of consulting, Stahead? Rinnan nods in agreement with the proposals for consultation before they pick gleefully through the wreckage. Er, help people.

Veks mostly looks at Afaye. Mostly. Finally, his vision clears up enough that he starts to scowl like a kid getting their face cleaned by their mother and tries to squirm away. He staggers a step, rebalances, and looks fuzzily at Rinnan as he presses his forearm against the side of his jaw. The jaw that amazingly, unbelievably, is still there. "<In Trigedasleng> Yeah. C'mon," he mumbles to nobody in particular, before he to starts back toward Coesbur.

Silver sighs at Arlin's comment, looking back toward Wren. "Doesn't look like he's the one who needs collecting," she replies, giving Veks a briefly more concerned look. Once he's walking, though, she looks back to camp. "I should get supplies and let someone know I'm going. Please," she adds, raising her voice to the others. "Please make sure you take one of us with you, at least. Whoever's on that ship is going to be scared and it's likely to make them stupid."

"I will stay. And Arlin should not go off alone. Someone needs to go back to tell the staheda what has happened, but not all of us needs to do so." Wren remarks. Because of course he'd be the one to make sure they take Silver along for the ride. There's a nod back at the skaikru medic. "Be quick about it." he remarks before looking back to the other Trikru, then whistling for his horse. "<In Trigedasleng> Roach!" he calls. There's a snort nearby, but it looks like he's too busy eating grass or trying manuever around a tree. "<In Trigedasleng> Damnit Roach, get over here!"

"<In Trigedasleng> I wouldn't be going alone if a certain someone would get her ass in the saddle already." Yeah. Arlin's looking at you, Rinnan. From atop Horse. Greatly Successful in that endeavor, although there won't be another stallion atop a stallion joke.

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