Day 020: Some Light Treason
Summary: Tuan answers a beckon and meets Jabira with Wren nearby.
Date: 06 June 2016
Related: None
Wren Jabira Tuan 

Forest Outside Delinquent camp

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.

20 Days After Landing

So, a certain signal has been put up on the Delinquent's Wall of a particular white flower, several strung together and left hanging in an area where they might not be noticed, unless one was looking for it. And so, slipping away from a small group that left to get water, Jabira finds herself standing off near a tree, fidgeting a little, and trying not to jump at every sound the forest might make around her. "Come on.. come on.." She murmurs to herself, teeth worrying at her bottom lip at times as she looks about, as if she might see something in the woods. She's alone, without weapons, unless one counts the wrench tucked into her belt at the moment.

Tuan wasn't sitting outside the Deliquent camp waiting but he did pass by a couple of times during the day while conducting other tasks. Having caught sight of the signal he had told Fiona to set out if she wanted to see him or talk to him, he had gone to the point where they'd met previously.

One does not serve as Second to Wantoppa however and go diving into potentially dangerous situations. He had surveyed and scouted around a bit, observing the woman he did not know who was at the meeting place. The flowers were only told to two people, this is not one of them. The temptation to leave Jabira to her own devices was fought down however, he had given a promise to Fiona that he truly meant. Slipping out of the trees, spear in hand, Tuan speaks towards Jabira then with a somewhat harsh tone to try and establish himself being 'in charge'. "Bilaik ste yo? Yu laik nou Fiona kom Skaikru!"

"<In Trigedasleng> No, talk louder, Tuan. That won't get their attention at all." It's a response by Wren, who's been sitting up in a tree, watching Jabira and by proxy, the young Tuan as well. "<In Trigedasleng> Obviously that's not Fiona." However, he's less looking at Jabira, and focusing more on the Second. "<In Trigedasleng> Just…what exactly are you doing, Tuan? This would look oddly curious. Not that I dissapprove. Not yet, anyways." Because he's not the person that can really hold the moral high ground in this situation. Not when it's becoming more and more clear about the friendship he has with a particular medtech.

Jabira almost jumps out of her skin when Jabira comes out, weapon in hand, and speaks to her in such a tone. She may not understand him, but the tone - she completely gets! Hands are lifted in a peaceful - I have no weapons, please don't hurt me - sort of gesture, though as another voice speaks from in the tree? Eyes widen and she glances up, trying to place Wren if he's not immediately seen be she. Catching Fiona's name, she turns back to Tuan, "Are you Tuan? Fiona sent me, please.. she's sick and couldn't come herself." The words ramble out in a hurry.

Tuan doesn't cast a glance towards Wren, doing such might give away where he's at. Instead he just responds to the man without looking that way. "<In Trigedasleng> I am following a path. I do not expect you to understand." The tone does carry a bit of hardness to it, a tone that Tuan has never held in his life considering he's usually quite easy going.
His attention returns then to Jabira and he switches to english. "Fiona is sick? If she is so ill she cannot come…" He trails off and then a frown touches his lips, spear lowering. "What is wrong?"

"<In Trigedasleng> Try me, boy." Wren grunts from his spot. "<In Trigedasleng> You would be surprised how much I understand." There's a look down at Jabira and her wrench. "She's adorable. If only the rest of them were so innocent." he chuckles. Get the irony yet? Innocent with a bunch of criminals? Aaaah, whatever, he likes his sense humor. /He/ thinks it's funny. "<In Trigedasleng> Someone gave them the fever." he clarifies for Tuan. "<In Trigedasleng> Already spreading through their camp. Seems the attack may happen sooner than we thought if someone already exposed them to bhe blood fever."

Jabira tries her best to not be /too/ scared, but hey… she's not exactly a fighter. A deep breath is taken, and she murmurs quietly, in case that Tuan thought she could be lying, "Fiona said to tell you.." Quieter still are the words whispered to him, "Your last words to her when you last saw her, where you found find her." See, she's not a trap or anything!
A nod is given, "Many in the camp are sick.. fevers, chills, hallucinations.. and blood from everywhere's. Coughing it up, their ears.." It obviously worries her greatly. "Do you know a cure? Or anything that could help with it? Please.. we're trying to keep the sick ones separate from the rest of us.." But even she knows it's only a matter of time.

Now Tuan does glance a bit over his shoulder, to speak over it in the direction where Wren is at. "<In Trigedasleng> How can they have the fever already unless the attack was planned before we even returned from Trispeda?" He asks the question towards the other and continues on, "<In Trigedasleng> Everything of this is wrong."
His eyes return then towards Jabira and he makes a slightly soothing motion with his hand, "You will come to no harm. It is called the Blood Fever. It will pass in a day, maybe two if bad enough. It looks much worse than it is. Water to drink, wet rags for the fever." He pauses and adds, "Those that are resting, lay on their side so they do not choke on their blood." Now he falls quiet, "Fiona has it, she is scared?"

"<In Trigedasleng> Curious, isn't it?" Wren nods slightly, moving through the trees to come down next to Tuan. "<In Trigedasleng> Almost as if Indra had decided to attack the skaikru before their ship crashed. Perhaps she was already, had been planning the attack, the ship was simply the excuse they needed to enact her plan." There's a shrug to that. Nice theory, no evidence to back that up. "You are being softened for an attack." he adds to Wren. "You were given this fever intentionally. Makes taking villages easier. Less resistenace. In essence; you're easier to kill. But yes, it's not really lethal. You will be miserable, you may wish to die, but you won't." Another look back to Tuan at the mention of Fiona, then back at Jabira. "Are all of your people in the camp?"

When Tuan is finally joined by the man behind the other voice, Jabira steps back slightly, though still, there is no weapon, and she seems far more nervous than prepared to attack. Listening to Tuan, she slowly nods her head, "That is what is being done for them so far. Water and rest. But it looks…" Horrible. But with Wren's words, she frowns, brows furrowing slowly, "Why.. why would that be done to us? I thought we were in a truce?" When asked, she slowly shakes her head, "Not all. Some are trying to get food and water for the camp? With the sick ones using so much.." Extra is needed.

"<In Trigedasleng> This is no different than Azgeda attacking villages of women and children." Tuan states towards Wren, "<In Trigedasleng> When I heard of the plans which Indra had… I made my choice. I will not stand idly by while these people are held guilty without any sort of thought. Some may be guilty, but not all." The flow of Grounder speak ceases and he looks at Jabira then.
"The truce is with the village of Coesbur and those of us within it. We are not the only Trikru." It is as best explanation he can give the girl without explaining too much. "How many are not ill, or able to at least move?"

"<In Trigedasleng> Then it appears both of us have chosen the path of most resistance." Wren remarks mildly. "<In Trigedasleng> I said as much to Oxfor, that I wouldn't watch those innocent of a crime be punished for something they didn't do. To stand by and do nothing is the mark of dishonor." Then a pause, giving Tuan a grave look. "<In Trigedasleng> You do realize that if we help them too much, we would be labeled traitors to the village. That we could both be banished for this. Are you willing to risk that?" Looking back to Jabira, he nods. "Your cease-fire only applied to Coesbur. It was not us that infected, but other Trikru. You are being softened. Easier to take. Easier to kill. The attack may come, sooner than you think." Then he stops to think. "Not all are within your camp? Where are they?"

Jabira listens to them speak with one another, unable to understand, looking from one to another as they back and forth with one another. But their words in English makes her worried. Very worried. "I shouldn't say.. but Fiona trusts /you/." This said to Tuan, and so she answers, "Half of us? Maybe more? Seems that another one or two starts getting feverish as the day grows long. It started with some who came back to camp after going out to look for a hunting party who were late in returning.." With a low mutter of words spoken beneath her breath, she finally looks back at the two men, "An attack? That's.. " Not good, her expression suggests. Even she can see the writing on the wall, so to speak. "They're going to slaughter us.."

"<In Trigedasleng> If what we are doing is wrong, then we will be washed away like dirt in the river. If what we are doing is right, we will be like the rocks that the river breaks upon." Tuan says it towards Wren, looking at the other. "<In Trigedasleng> My mother told me that when I was very young, I have always believed it and believe it now."
His eyes look to Jabira then and a small smile touches his lips. "I trust Fiona has well. You are not wrong, it will be a slaughter. Unless another choice can be found. The ones that are ill, they are meant to be too weak to fight or to flee. But if not all are ill… there may be a chance." That is asked more than said as he looks to Wren.

"<In Trigedasleng> I've always wanted to die for a noble lost cause. History may not remember us very favorably, but if we're dead, what do we care of history." Wren almost seems amused by the whole concept. Then a sigh. "<In Trigedasleng> Silver, what have you gotten me involved in?" Doing stupid things for people people you care about. "<In Trigedasleng> Very well. I suppose we'll be damned together, then." he adds, as if it was something he really had to think about. It wasn't, by the way. "Where are they? The other half of your village? The ones who left? Where are they /exactly/?" he asks Jabira. This seems to be a particular important point. "If they are not here, they are not yet ill. They can be warned what awaits them back here. Better to have some of your camp not ill than all of them. But anyone within the camp? Non of them can leave, not until the illness passes. And the ones who are not in it? They cannot enter, lest they risk being infected. If you know where they are, where they went…someone may be willing to warn them."

"I see. That's a shitty way to work, I must say.." Jabira finally states, then blushes, "Sorry for the language." That said, she frowns, considering for a moment, "There had been the hunting party, most of them weren't found. Two were discovered by the second group that went out to look for them. Beyond another group that left to go to the drop site… everyone has been in and out of the camp since the sickness started, that I know of. Some of us, just haven't gotten sick." Yet. "What few are out, are out foraging for food, and getting extra water. And.. I came for Fiona. She was worrying herself crazy over letting you know what was going on, Tuan." Surely not a good thing for the sick girl to do.

Tuan's brow furrows and he shakes his head, "Fiona is too smart to worry about that." The comment is for himself more than the other two. He looks at Wren and then back to Jabira. "I have had the Blood Fever before. It is said to be less on those that have had it. You will take me to her?" Both feet, jumping right into the cesspool of insanity. He looks at Wren then, "One on the inside, one on the outside?"

"<In Trigedasleng> Are you mad?" Wren stares at Tuan. "<In Trigedasleng> You go in there, I will not let you go back into Coesbur. You will not bring that back to infect us. You can still carry it even if yourself don't get sick." He looks honestly worried. "<In Trigedasleng> Is this your plan, Tuan? The rest will see you as joining the skaikru if you go in there, helping them. I can't do anything for you. You're taking a very large risk." Sure, while he's been helping, he's been toeing the line between staying loyal and completely joining the other side. "<In Trigedasleng> If you do this…think about what you're doing."

"Don't ask me why she's worrying, but she did.. is.." Jabira sighs, but as Tuan speaks of coming into the camp, she frowns, and even not knowing what Wren is saying - tone noted - she turns to Tuan, "But that will get you in trouble with your people, won't it? And.. you have to know.. there won't be many inside the camp that will trust you, especially with hearing that this sickness comes from the Trikru. You.. you can't come inside, Tuan. Even Fiona would tell you the same."

Reaching up, Tuan pinches the bridge of his nose but nods in relenting fashion to both of them. "You are right. It is… foolishness and selfishness that makes me think such." A deep breath leaves his lungs and then he looks at the other two. "She knows how to reach me when she needs to, even if it is through someone else." His eyes settle on Jabira. "You will tell her something for me? Ai keryon ste lost krom yo."

Wren looks mildly relieved at the fact that he's been able to convince Tuan to not go do something /that/ stupid. "I understand you want to help. But you help no one, not even yourself by spreading the Blood Fever more than it already is. If you want to help, we stay out here to warn any who try enter the camp what is happening. They may not trust us, but it is something." And then he's saying something in Trigedasleng and he just /stares/ at the other man. "Oh hell, Tuan…"

"I will come, or she herself, when she's better, if what you said is true and they will be okay after a few days." Jabira is rambling a little, but she quickly nods her head, "Of course, I will. " The words in Trigedasleng are heard, and she tries to repeat them, likely mangling them, but Wren's words has her looking to him, "What does it mean?" Hey, she's curious here! And Wren's reaction does have her looking between the two men. Curious minds want to know!

Tuan's eyes snap back at Wren when he speaks about it before he looks to Jabira, "The closest words to reflect it are, I will give what I can to help you." Not a full translation and another sharp look is given to Wren before he returns to looking at Jabira. "If you come to this spot in the mornings, I will leave some caught fish to aid and other things that I forage for." Just means more hunting time, how exciting.

Who is Wren to really judge? Because honestly, he's the /last/ person to judge something like that, since that would completely be a pot calling the kettle black situation. And there's this smirk pulling at his lips. Humored, maybe? There's /something/ he finds funny, but he's not saying what it is. "Yes, that's it means." he eventually says, staring at Tuan, then looking back to Jabira.

Does Jabira trust in the translation? She might if not for Wren's smirk. Still, she shakes her head, leaving it alone - it'll be something Tuan and Fiona can discuss in more detail when they are next together! "I'll do that. Thank you for whatever help you offer us. I know Fiona will be at ease knowing that I've talked to you and all as well." She does ask for the details again on the sickness, and the assurance that it will pass. Just likely not in time for whatever attack that could come their way. "I will let someone know to be extra deligent on guard duty, and will keep hope that those of us not sick, will manage to hold the walls."

Tuan nods his head, "We'll do what we can." He turns to start to depart back into the woods, casting a glance at Wren as he does so. "<In Trigedasleng> If you speak of this to anyone…" He trails off then, blush still mildly intact.

Wren snorts idly, either not threatened by the other man, amused, or a combination of both. "<In Trigedasleng> That..what? You're stupidly in love with her? Who am /I/ to get in the way of something like that?" There's a nod back at Jabira. "We will remain nearby. You will know how to contact us should you desire to speak again." Then, oh yes, he's going to poke fun at the younger Trikru. "<In Trigedasleng> She gets your blood hot, doesn't she? So /that's/ why you just wanted to walk in. Adorable, Tuan. But Fiona can take care of herself. If you're going to take a woman, you want a strong one."

"Thank you both." A pause, and the young woman offers, "My name is Jabira. And either I will see you both again, or at least sometimes in the future." Hopefully. As they leave, she turns to make her way back to the camp after fetching a bucket of water to explain her reason outside the walls.

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