Tribeca kom Sankru

The 21 year old scavenger of Sankru, that's about all you need to know.

[maxsankru-blog]

Max shook her head. “No. I’ve never done anything like that.” She had never killed anyone before, human or Reaper. Throughout her life she had always been drawn to the ruins. She doubted stomping on tiny scorpions was in the same category as fighting an equally armed opponent. “I guess the Reapers would be easier to kill. They are evil but…they still resemble us.” 

The surge of panic calmed. The fear of Tribeca leaving was selfish. Incredibly selfish. Max knew this, but she just couldn’t help it. “Good. Scavenging through the ruins would be very lonely without you. Plus the other scavengers aren’t nearly as good as us.” Max lowered her voice for that last part, a playful grin blossoming on her face. “Oh our job is way more fun. Rummaging through the past is far more satisfying than driving a sword through a man’s chest.” Max nodded. “Learning what you learn from the other warriors will be interesting. I guess you will find out who has more fun; the scavenger or the warrior.”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Tribeca nodded at the answer, not really expecting anything different but still thinking to ask. “Well i suppose it’s not exactly something we usually have to do is it.” She commented, the faintest of smiles pulling the corner up her lip up. “But they’re not us, and i think that makes all the difference.” She laughed softly at the older scavenger’s next words, nudging into Max before swaying back again. “Yeah well you’re not exactly bad company yourself...And precisely, so you better never leave me either.” 

It wasn’t as though Tribeca had anything against the other scavengers they tended to make the trip with. They were all great people, and played a vital role in making sure Sankru had enough to trade for necessities, but new routes always seemed too difficult with them. Things were too high, or cause to turn back or too dangerous if it wasn’t either ground level or something with stairs. Deep down she knew it was about safety and not wanting to take any risks, but It was a mentality that both herself and Max didn’t seem to share with the others, so she was incredibly thankful to have the older woman. “Oh a scavenger, definitely. I mean, don’t get me wrong whatever i get taught will be great, and i’ve got nothing but respect for our warriors after everything they do for us, but we get to spend our days exploring lost civilizations, Max...That’s got to be more fun than a battlefield, surely?”    

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

The enemy of my enemy.

Tribeca had left Zoe at the outskirts of TonDC, far enough away that she hoped the scouts wouldn't spot her and just prayed the woman would trust her enough to stay put. She had to find Vada, she knew that two of Skaikru had been captured, but if Zoe was any indication then they would surely make better allies than enemies. The scavenger made her way to her Heda's hut quickly, asking the guards to make sure she wasn't disturbing anything as she walked in, before almost forgetting why she was there for a moment. 

Vada looked so different from when she had last seen her, and she couldn’t seem to help smiling a little when she saw how well the woman was recovering. "Fisa’s really are miracle workers aren't they." She commented lightly, before her smile faded a little as her mind caught up. "Vada I..." She trailed off when she realised that she really didn't have a clue how to pitch this. If she told her outright, then guards would just be sent to where Zoe was and nothing would change, but she hated not being honest with her. "I found something... Can you follow me?" The younger brunette questioned, waiting for the answer before turning to walk out and pausing at the entryway to the hut. "Just...promise me you'll keep an open mind, okay?" 

It didn't take all that long to get close to where she had left Zoe, which she was thankful for, but there was still this slightly nagging feeling in the back of her mind that caused her to grab hold of Vada's arm as an indication to stop a few meters off, somewhere the Skaikru Heda couldn't quite see them yet. She did trust Zoe, she really did, but Vada was injured and if there was even the smallest sliver of a chance that Zoe actually wound up hurting her she'd never forgive herself. "You...you know you came here with those two Skaikru?" She questioned, pausing a moment and praying that Vada wouldn't just try to kill the other woman. "Well I’m pretty sure that's their leader, and i think they can help." 

@vada-sankru

[kongeda-rp]

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Scores:

Highest: Helper (17) | Caregiver (15) | Creator (12)

Lowest: Thinker (3)

Helper

You can find Helper types at the scene of an accident, behind the counter in a shop, or doing laborious work—such as garbage collection—jobs that others feel are beneath them. From fruit pickers in California to hospital staff in Boston, Helpers are everywhere.

Helper types have plenty of common sense, and a pragmatic approach to problems that ensures things get done. With their no-nonsense, roll-your-sleeves-up-and-get-the-job-done approach to life, Helpers keep the modern world rolling. Without them, our cities would grind to a halt, and the infrastructure of our societies would crumble.

If you’re a Helper type, it’s important to find something or someone you can devote yourself to. For that reason, dedication to a career, partner, family, or friends will come easily to you. You might even throw yourself behind a cause, like getting someone elected, or ensuring that a ballot measure gets passed.

As a Helper, you are unlikely to seek out a leadership role, since you’re probably happiest diligently working behind the scenes. Many Helpers will spend long years in the same job, proud to have never missed a day of work. On the downside, your soul’s desire to be of service can get you into trouble since it can be hard to say no, and you may become overwhelmed by all the tasks you take on.

When it comes to expressing emotions, you rarely allow yourself to get too carried away. Being stable and grounded means keeping a strong attachment to the Physical Plane and not being distracted by flights of fancy. Your purpose is not to change the world, but to keep it turning smoothly.

Caregiver

The quintessential characteristic of a Caregiver type is the desire to take care of others. For this reason, Caregivers may be drawn to the long-term care of children or the elderly. Though some Caregivers find their need to nurture satisfied by raising a family, many others seek out work in such venues as schools, hospitals, and animal shelters. The long-term care of those with Alzheimer’s, autism, and mental illness often becomes the responsibility of Caregivers.

If you recognize yourself as a Caregiver, you may already have noticed the tendency to put others’ needs ahead of your own. This trait makes it essential that you go out of your way to take care of yourself as well as those around you. Remember that you’re no use to others if you’re not healthy or fit enough to help them.

You are loyal to the extreme, and you guard those who are entrusted to your care with your life. Fighting another person’s battles can be important if that individual is unable to stand up for themselves, though you should be cautious not to disempower those in your care by not allowing them to do things for themselves.

Your empathy allows you to understand nonverbal emotional signals. This ability will tell you when someone needs your help, and how best to assist them. It is common for Caregiver types to intuitively know what someone needs at any given time.

Thinker

Most Thinker types are cerebral, skeptical individuals, who often discount their emotions or intuition in favor of rational analysis. This intellectual approach to life can cause some Thinkers to appear restrained and unemotional to those around them. When hurt, they have to analyze or rationalize what happened before allowing themselves to feel their emotions. Once the emotions kick in, however, Thinkers can feel things as deeply as any other soul type.

A love of books is one of the most common markers for this soul type. In fact, librarians are almost always Thinker types, as are most scientists, writers, and college professors. That doesn’t mean that every Thinker ends up in a library or university. They can find their place anywhere in the world, though they can always be recognized by their analytical approach to life.

If you’re a Thinker, academic learning should come naturally to you, as should writing. You might find it useful to carry a notebook with you to help analyze your thoughts as they come. You will enjoy good one-on-one conversation, as this allows you to process your thoughts through discussion and analysis. Your life will be a constant search for knowledge and understanding.

[maxsankru-blog]

Max was quiet, content not to push the subject further, and just listened. She didn’t have the faintest clue what it felt like to be that barrier between death and that person you cared so deeply about. However, Max couldn’t help but wonder if she would be able to make that split second decision if that had been her sister. Of all the reckless, not completely thought out, choices she had made in the past, would she have been able to do what Tribeca had done?

“You protected your sister,” it was all Max could think to say. 

Max blinked as the idea of Tribeca unable to scavenge the ruins anymore settled. “Without you? But we are a team.” Digging through the ruins without Tribeca would be like digging through the ruins blind. And lonely. “I guess it would be wise to know how to defend myself. Alright. Why not? As long as you don’t leave me alone in the ruins.” 

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

"Yeah." She nodded, looking down and picking at her nails to keep her hands busy. "It's been the other way around for so long I almost forgot what she's actually does for me." The girl admitted, feeling incredibly guilty for it now. "So I'd do it again in a heartbeat, but it being a reaper made it a lot easier after everything they've done to us all.... I think an actual person would be different." The scavenger mused, not really thinking on what she was saying. "What about you? Have you ever -- had to do anything like that?" The look on Max's face when she seemed to think Tribeca was being serious was almost heartwarming. This woman was her counterpart, the one who always pushed her usual curiosity to even greater feats. She wouldn't be nearly as good without Max and she couldn't imagine doing anything else, with anyone else. "We are a team, and we always will be so don't worry about it." She replied, before nodding. "Okay, I'll teach you whatever I learn then. And do you honestly think I could ever do that? I’d say our job’s a lot more fun than the others don’t you think?" 

[nolita-kom-sankru-blog]

“That may be true, but you can certainly shape it,” Nolita said with an arched eyebrow. “You’re a wise ass, but I mean, you did grow up around me, so…”  The more accurate wording was ‘I raised you’ but it simply wasn’t within Nolita’s language capacity – she didn’t understand or see things in traditional ways. Mostly. Sticking her hip out, Nolita looked at her sister with a bewildered expression. “Oh hush, little fox, you’ll be perfectly fine. I mean, shit, you’re not drinking it outright, for starters. And well…  you have me,” she said with a head tilt, leaning against the counter. Pulling out a few gems from her pocket, she set them down on the counter and nodded toward the bartender. “This will get us plenty. Let the fun begin.”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

"True." She added, refraining from rolling her eyes slightly as her sister seemed to refuse to take any credit for bringing her up. There was no point trying to get it through to Nolita any more, Tribeca had tried countless times but it just didn't appear to be something she accepted. "And you being some hardened drinker helps me how?" She chuckled, before the barman started bringing over drinks. Nolita was right. Even the first one hadn't been nearly as bad as the moonshine she had tried before, but it still seemed to burn a little on the way down. It got easier over time, the taste becoming more bearable the more they had until she could barely taste it any more. They were down to the last gem by the time Tribeca thought it would be a good idea to actually go up to the bar now he was too busy to get to them, and it would have been if she hadn't misjudged a step and stumbled into the back of Nolita instead. Laughing to herself, she wrapped her arms loosely around the woman's neck from behind and rested her chin on her own arm. "Okay, s'I get why you drink this stuff now."   

[vada-sankru]

Vada nearly smiled again at Tribeca’s response, but was far more concerned with her taking the dagger and learning to use it, which kept her face open but certainly not smiling. The concern and guilt she often felt regarding Tribeca and her safety overrode any moment of brief happiness she might have had and she continued to thoroughly polish the sickle in her hands before bringing it up to examine it for spots. Clicking her tongue softly and nearly rolling her eyes at Tribeca’s teasing jab, she moved on to her other sickle responding dryly, “It is not a gift if it has been earned. Besides, I am your Heda and you would be very unwise to refuse me. I may choose to give a gift, but I will certainly never receive one. Things should be given and taken equally, Little Fox.”

Once she was finished gently chiding her youngest clansman, she explained in a softer voice, “I will have Drastus teach you, or perhaps Nolita. She is a great warrior in her own right, even if she does need your saving from time to time.” She could not help but playfully jab at Nolita, it was their way, but she did genuinely respect the woman’s fighting ability. At Tribeca’s next words, Vada balked and nearly cut her hand on her sickle, quickly dropping it to her lap. Looking up at her, she raised an eyebrow before questioning, “Did I say that? That is certainly not something I would find myself addressing anyone as, typically… except under certain circumstance… perhaps…”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Tribeca's head seemed to tilt faintly of it's own accord, genuine curiosity overriding anything else as to what was on the woman's mind that made polishing her weapons so important. Perhaps it was Nix, perhaps it was something else, but just as she was about to ask Vada decided to give her another lesson. Just like that her tone changed back into Heda mode, and she briefly wondered if should would ever be able to walk the line of joking around without it being taken quite as literally. It wasn’t something she minded, it just seemed to be Vada’s way, but being serious for the most part wasn’t exactly Tribeca’s strong suit. "Well thank you either way, I'll keep that in mind." Her gaze fell back to the blade for a brief moment when Vada spoke of either Drastus or her sister teaching her, deciding it was probably a good idea to put it back in place by her hip before she forgot it was there. 

The scavenger didn't particularly mind who taught her, Drastus would likely mean less bruises, but Nolita would mean they got to spend more time together. "Well I suppose that means she'd go easier on me at least." Tribeca quipped with a faint smirk, before shrugging. "Whichever you think best, Heda. They would both be great warriors to learn it from." She added. "But don't tell my sister I said that, or i’ll never hear the end of it." Vada's reaction to her question was all she needed to know that she hadn't heard wrong. She had barely registered it amongst all the chaos of getting to Nix as Vada had all but launched herself into Mida, and she wanted to be sure she hadn’t imagined it. A huge grin spread across her face at the slight falter in the Heda's response, it was something she couldn’t help. "And what circumstances might that be?" She questioned with a tilt of her head, loving this too much not to drag it out a little. In truth she was just incredibly happy for them, but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun with it. 

[nolita-kom-sankru-blog]

“Sometimes I wonder if I even raised you at all. Because you’re so… you. How can you not –…” Nolita spoke with frustration evident in her tone, sucking in a sharp breath. It had always confused her how Tribeca grew up into such a sweet creature full of such pure goodness when she herself was not. “You were brave. To be brave is not to be fearless, but rather to be fearful and yet unmoved by it. That is impressive and Tribeca, you know that is not something I say lightly,” she said with raised eyebrows. It was times like these Nolita wished she was better with words and comfort, but it was simply not something she had the capacity to understand. The line about bravery was something she had heard Lina say once… but she tried, oh she tried for her sister. “I’m real glad I’m okay too. Anyway, let’s have ourselves some fucking moonshine.”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

"I don't think you can actually teach someone a personality, Nol." She replied with a faint smile, nudging the older woman with her shoulder as she picked up on the frustration in her voice. "You taught me everything else though." The scavenger would have pried a little more into the question after it came to an abrupt halt, but she was worried she might hear something she didn't want to if Nolita’s tone was anything to go by. Instead, she just settled for quietly listening to the woman’s words, smiling with a nod of her head in response. "I know you don't, so thank you." The last thing she wanted to do right now was keep on about it, so she decided to just let the whole thing be and have some fun with her sister instead. "Lets. Though if I choke my lungs up it's on you."

[maxsankru-blog]

With luck. That is, if they both survived long enough to see home again. It seemed like the Reaper attack was over, or at least at a lull. There was no clue if another Reaper attack was coming. Suffocating. All of this was truly suffocating.

Max had never really thought about what it would be like to take a life. She wasn’t a warrior like some of their people were. The idea of ever being in a similar situation as Tribeca…honestly Max had no clue what she would have done. “It’s alright. You don’t have to explain. I was just wondering.”

The corner of Max’s lip curled upwards. “So, it sounds like you’re a warrior now. Just like your big sister. Took down a Reaper and everything.” A chuckle slipped free. “You’re gonna have to show me some of your warrior moves.” 

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Max was always such an easy going soul, it was probably why she liked spending so much time with her. The woman beside her might have been her best pairing out of all of them, practically the only one willing to take the same risks if it meant finding something new, but she was also calming to be around more often than not. They just seemed to have the same views about most things, and it made talking incredibly easy without much thought on what was said. "I know." She replied, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "I just wish I could answer it. All I saw was Nolita, the possibility of losing her to that wuskripa was the only thing I could think about and then it just...happened, i’m not even entirely sure how." The scavenger answered, trying to shake herself out of the feeling.

Hearing what felt like teasing from the woman, she rolled her eyes slightly. "Oh I know, how will you ever survive in the ruins without me now I have all these warrior duties to attend to?" She chuckled, leaning into Max a little as she wrapped her side of the blanket tighter around herself. "Though in all seriousness Vada does want me to learn some basic skills with the dagger she gave me, so i could teach them to you too if you wanted?” 

[thewinteress]

Nix let Tribeca pull away, gazing at her as she spoke. When the scavenger took her hand, the blacksmith fought the urge to flinch and pull it away. Ruined. While the verdict on her hand wasn’t bad, Nix fought to keep away the constant stream of doubts that had plagued her since waking. She could still feel the sword going through her hand, the burning beginning to start up in her limb again. Useless. Crafting was everything that Nix had ever loved. While others in her clan loved significant others, Nix had dedicated her very heart and soul to her forge.

The smile that Nix forced was gentle, comforting even. “ Fear not, little fox. It will take more than this to break my spirit. I’ve been through worse, seen worse and simple reaper attack might knock me down but here I am.” She softened at the quiver in Tribeca’s voice, reaching a good hand to place it on her soft cheek, tilting her face up. “I will be quite damned if I die by a reaper’s hand. You’ll lose me as I have always predicted I’ll die, by eventually working myself to death. Not by the mountain or the reaper’s crudely made sword…if you can even call those abominations swords.” Her voice lightened with a teasing lilt. “I shall spend my usual amount of time in my forge, so from dawn until well into the night as expected of me.” 

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Tribeca searched the woman's features as she spoke, trying to work out if they were words of honesty or just for her ears. The smile was forced, of that she was certain, but it still gave her some sense of hope and her tone seemed genuine enough. "Good. And i’m sure you have, Nix, but i doubt that involved eating the fallen." The scavenger could hardly imagine what it must have been like in those tunnels, but she tried not to dwell on it for too long. The hand on her cheek was something she hadn't been expecting, especially since she had kept her eyes on Nix’s hand because she couldn't bring herself to look at the blacksmith when she’d said it. 

Her gaze eventually fell on the older woman when her chin was tilted up, forcing a small smile of her own. "Alright, but it better not be for many, many years yet.” The scavenger added, before smirking when Nix decided to bring up the poor quality of their weapons. That had to be a good sign. “You clearly just set the bar too high for any reaper forge to reach, whatever will they do?” She chuckled, before the conversation lead her to think of the dagger still in her possession. "Speaking of, I think I must have used one of your weapons for the first time and it’s true what they say.” The younger brunette added, her tone becoming more of a playful one. "And fine. But from well into the night until dawn I still get to see you sometimes."

[vada-sankru]

Vada smiled softly at Tribeca, a rare sight, before musing, “Perhaps not a warrior, but certainly brave and indispensable. You saved your sister’s life without a second thought, that is no small feat. Do not diminish your actions simply because you do not see the valor in them.” Looking at the dagger for a moment before letting her eyes flick back to the sickles she was cleaning, she nodded, “Good, it will be useful to you then. Keeping weapons clean and sharp is of the utmost importance, Little Fox. Learning this will help keep you safe. I was unwise in leaving you defenseless for so long.” She felt genuine guilt at that, worrying that perhaps Tribeca’s life had been in danger this entire time and she had no way to defend herself. Nolita could not be everywhere, nor could she or Mida or Drastus. Perhaps it was time to make sure Tribeca could keep herself just as safe as they all tried to. Looking back up at the young scavenger, she asserted, “I would have you learn basic skills of defense with that dagger. You have earned it.”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Tribeca could never seem to help mimicking Vada’s actions whenever she smiled at her. Their Heda had to be so serious so often that it was almost like a small victory. “Okay.” She replied, nodding with a faint smile on her features and hoping that would be enough for it to be dropped as the older brunette put it into perspective. Tribeca looked down at the knife between them when she was basically told to keep it, and although a small part of her did want to protest initially, she settled for biting the inside of her lip instead. Vada was like family to her, but she was still her leader first and foremost. The scavenger could hardly refuse a gift from her without it being seen as a grave insult. “I thought gift giving wasn’t our way, Heda.” She teased lightly, her lips tugging up at the corners. “But it’s much appreciated.” 

The whole offer of being taught how to actually use the knife in her hand was certainly something she hadn’t been expecting, but her smile grew at the thought. It wasn’t as though it would make her a warrior but it would be nice to not have to rely on others quite as much for the most part. “That would be great, Vada, thank you.” She replied, looking at the woman and almost asking where their Baka was before recollection hit, her smile turning into a playful smirk. “So.. do you call everyone your love now, or is there something you’re not telling me?”

[thewinteress]

Nix had managed to secure a scrap of parchment and some charcoal from one of the Trikru warriors. She didn’t know how he had gotten it but they had repeatedly checked on her to make sure she hadn’t caused any trouble. While the Trikru healers had tended to her and Inia had not beheaded her upon meeting, it still seemed that suspicion still plagued the Trikru-Sankru alliance. She could not blame them. She knew that if a Trikru warrior had been in Sangeda, she would have doubted them as well. Currently, she was muttering curses to herself, trying to sketch with her good hand. While she boasted being ambidextrous with weapons - Nix had never really practiced sketching with her left hand. She stared down at the crude etching of a sword and fought the urge to snarl. 

Distracted from her sketching at the noise at the entrance, Nix glanced up, already bracing herself for another pair of glaring warriors. What she hadn’t been expecting was to see Tribeca. Looking stunned, Nix parted her lips to speak but no words came out. The warmth that spread through her at the sight of her little fox was overwhelming and she didn’t even protest as Tribeca flung herself at her. Nix wrapped her good arm around the scavenger, holding her so tight that she was surprised Tribeca didn’t protest. It took her a couple moments to even to speak, managing scratchy laugh. “Unfortunately, I cannot promise you anything, my little fox.”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Tribeca didn't hug Nix anywhere near as tightly, but that was purely because she was more concerned about the possibility of hurting her than anything else and she was grateful for the strength in the blacksmith's embrace. She needed it. She needed to know that this was real, that Nix was alive and that she was going to be okay. It was something that had plagued her since they arrived here, and while she had been told the woman was going to be okay along with their Heda, seeing it with your own eyes was entirely different.

Burying her face into Nix's neck, she just stayed silent for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. "You can promise me one thing." She replied, gently taking the woman's bad hand which still seemed to be holding onto something in her own, and making sure not to touch the middle of it where the blade had gone through. "You can promise me this isn't going to stop you. That you're not just going to barricade yourself inside your forge and shut everyone out. I... I can't lose you to those monsters too, alright? So don't even think about it, blacksmith.”

[maxsankru-blog]

“Uh, right. Sorry,” Max replied, immediately regretting her question. She quiet for awhile, despite Tribeca’s attempt at trying to lighten the mood. She had asked the question with her mind in a different place, miles away from the mess they were all tangled up in. It wasn’t until Tribeca spoke again when Max blinked and looked down down at the younger woman.

“The trees feel suffocating,” Max answered. “Everything feels different. I don’t know how I feel about that.” She fell quiet again, staring up at the night sky partly blocked by the high branches of the trees. A question nagged at her mind for several minutes, debating with herself whether or not to simply let it settle.

However, when Max looked back over at Tribeca the question slipped out before she knew it. “What was it like? To take a life?”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

"Don't be." She replied with a disregarding gesture. "It's fine -- I miss the ruins too." The scavenger added, knowing full well that was where Max's head was likely at right now because she was starting to feel the same. It was always a good place to go when you needed to clear your head, you had to think solely about what you were doing or risk a mistake which might just cost you your life. She needed that right now. "Suffocating might be an understatement." She muttered slightly in agreement. It wasn't that the scavenger minded being here, not necessarily, but she was beginning to feel what could only be described as home sick. "Everything is different, Max. But with a bit of luck we'll be back in Sangeda soon, and we can spend an entire week in the ruins to make up for it." She smiled as she looked at the older woman, before her gaze began wondering again. It wasn't until her counterpart ask that particular question that Tribeca became aware of another thing she had pushed down and tried not to think of while she was here, shrugging faintly in response. "I don't know, it's not anything like you'd think it'll be. It was a reaper, maybe that makes a difference, but feeling the life drain from someone and knowing you’re the cause isn't something I'm entirely sure how to explain." 

[nolita-kom-sankru-blog]

Internally groaning to herself, Nolita slapped her hand on Tribeca’s shoulder. “Don’t you fucking dare downplay it,” she said in an authoritative tone, one she disliked using with her sister, but she was not here for that nonsense. “You shot out of that tree so fast my head is still spinning today and stabbed the bastard’s neck with authority. Whatever your reasoning –…” She paused momentarily, swallowing heavily at the unspoken words between them. “… what you did was more than impressive and I’m proud of you. So proud.”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

The authoritative tone caught her a little off guard. It was the same one Nolita used to use when they were kids, before Tribeca had reached her mid-teenage years and she seemed to feel less responsible for her in some way. "Downplay what? I barely did anything compared to the rest of you, why does that even matter more than the vast amount you, Vada, Mida and Dras managed to kill protecting everyone?" She replied, the confusion etched into her features only further cementing the honesty of her words. It wasn't something she was trying to drag out, she just genuinely didn't understand it. Nolita had killed plenty trying to protect her once she was on the ground, and that more than made them even. Irrespective of her own view, when Nolita said she was proud of her, it was enough for her to finally look at the older woman. She knew her sister, and she knew feelings weren't always that easy for her, so she was hardly going to bypass that. "I-- thank you, I guess...I'm glad you're okay." 

[vada-sankru]

Vada was exhausted still, but sitting up and attempting to clean off her sickles. The work was long and arduous without a full range of movement, but she would not let Nix’s precious weapons rust or be tarnished because of lack of care. She had spent too much time and effort saving her weapons master to let all of her beautiful hard work be wasted. She heard footsteps approaching her tent, quiet but just there enough for her to hear and tensed for a moment before a familiar voice rang out calling her name. “Little Fox, you know you are always welcome.” A small smile crossed her features and she shifted slightly, beckoning Tribeca forward and patting the space next to her on the bed. “Come, sit. Tell me of how brave you were. I never thought giving you a dagger would make you a warrior. Perhaps I should have given it to you earlier.”

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Tribeca nodded at the invitation, grinning as she took a seat facing the woman on the plush bed. "I doubt jumping out of a tree suddenly makes me a warrior, Vada." She replied with a faint chuckle. "But I did want to thank you for the dagger, it would have been far more difficult without it." There was something about the way that everyone seemed to be talking about it that she didn't understand. If it had been a full-frontal assault and she had somehow managed to get the reaper down, then fair enough, but all she had actually done was jump from a hiding place and sink a blade into an unsuspecting neck. It wasn't what people were making it out to be, and if it wasn’t for Nolita and Mida she would have likely died soon after it. Taking the small weapon from her hip, she held it out to the Heda hilt first. "I cleaned it, and Nolita showed me how to sharpen it so it should be fit for use." 

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Once Tribeca had left Nix to her rest, their Heda was her next priority. As soon as she knew the two of them were okay with her own eyes, then things would be easier. Besides, she still had the woman’s dagger at her hip and she needed to return it, or at least that was going to be her excuse should she need one. As she stepped into the hut she briefly wondered where Mida was, but decided she was likely busy with her duties considering she was in charge until the Heda recovered. “Vada?” She spoke up with a smile she couldn’t seem to suppress when she found the older woman awake. “If you need to rest i can come back i just -- I wanted to see you.”  

@vada-sankru

[tribeca-kom-sankru]

Tribeca seemed to feel as though she was drifting lately, her mind was swarming with so many thoughts at once that she could hardly pull them apart. Nix and Vada were going to be okay, and none of the others seemed to be injured enough for concern, so she had to see that as a positive; seeing their blacksmith so injured however, that was something she couldn’t shake. It made her think of her parents, she could hardly remember them but she could remember the day both herself and Nolita were told they were never coming home with clarity. What she hadn’t thought of until recently is what they must have gone through. She was incredibly grateful that Nix was okay, but it just brought home the sheer agony in which they must have died, how gruesome things must have been. It wasn’t something she could dwell on for long purely because there was such much more going on at the same time, but Tribeca found the thought coming up more and more. 

She had decided to settle on top of some sort of ruin for a while after exploring some of the territory she was allowed in. The brunette had ensured it wasn’t some Trikru home before she climbed it, but she was certainly on a flat stone roof now. She was trying to figure out what to do about the skaikru that had accompanied her Heda and Baka to the village; Zoe’s people, who would likely get hurt if something wasn’t done soon. She was so lost in thought that she almost didn’t notice the young warrior walking by. “Bronx!” The scavenger shouted, climbing back down quickly just in case he hadn’t heard her. “There you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere... Are you okay?”    

@bronxsankru

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The familiar voice brought a smile to Max’s face. She looked over and watched as her fellow scavenger took a seat on the log beside her. It felt strange not being deep in the ruins, covered head to toe in dirt and sand beside her partner. They were a team. Sometimes an odd pair, but together they had brought back many excellent hauls in the past. 

“Well,” Max tapped her chin with her finger in mock thought. “…I guess I can share. But only because you’re small.” She laughed as she pulled part of her blanket away from her body, exposing her metal arm, and draped part of the blanket over Tribeca’s shoulders. 

“So,” Max began after a short pause. “How are you liking this little trip away from home?” 

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Tribeca pressed her lips into a line at the small comment, deciding she had brought that one on herself and she could certainly be called a lot worse even though she was smirking at the same time. “So generous, Max, really; i’ve never met another soul so willing to give.” She chuckled, leaning into the familiar feeling of the metal prosthetic so she could shuffle closer.  

Once she was comfy, she finally looked at the older scavenger with a raised brow at her question. “You mean aside from being attacked by reapers, Vada and Nix nearly dying, Zoe’s people getting caught, and me -- killing someone? Oh yeah, it’s be loads of fun.” She added the last sentence with a faint smile, trying to lift the mood if only slightly. 

Talking with Max was always so easy, she wasn’t certain if it was down to the fact that they spent such a vast amount of time together or something else, but there certainly wasn’t many others she spoke this freely with. “What about you?”