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Who's The Fastest Hare? Let's have a Race!!-LP LOG

Who:

Zolomon- Private First Class, Runner and archer in LP

Felicity- Corporal, Runner in the LP

Gregorian- Sargent,Fighter and Blacksmith in LP

Spoofs of hares watching the race and even the Badger Lord watches from the crowd also!!

LOG:

     
Zolomon was training and had been doing some basic exercise drills of push ups, chin ups, sits ups and some jumping jacks.Now he stepped over to lift some weights.
   
Gregorian tends to be in and out all day between training recruits and privates, setting up for things and in and out of the forge he's pretty busy. He finally reappears again and stops in side the door, looks around and appears puzzled.   

Zolomon looks over as he lifts some weights and goes to do a few more push ups with one arm and then stands, a little running in place before he sees Greg and does a salute "Sir...Hallo Sir..is all ok?"   

Gregorian salutes back but shakes his head and pats his pockets down before pulling a pile of papers out to quickly look through "Just fine private. Must have got turned around and forgotten somethin', I was sure I had some sort of class tah help with now" frowning at his notes trying to find the mistake as he moves, going to sit on the edge of one of the weights benches for a much needed break "I think somethin' got cancelled..." he doesn't sound sure at all.   

Zolomon shrugs "I...don't know sir, sorry.I did hear some recruit shot someone in the foot with an arrow, but lucky the thick boot helped it not be very deep in the footpaw."He places the weights down and sits down for a small break."Not sure if a class was canceled or not though...maybe ask around?"   

Felicity enters the training room in her oldest uniform. Its sleeves were trimmed short and hemmed, presumably because of holes in the elbows. It doesn't have any rank marks on it, which makes it good for exercising in! Her pants have patches on the knees, too. Oldest uniform she owns. "Oh, 'ello, thah." She smiles and waves to the others as she enters. "'Ow are ya today?"   

Gregorian suddenly looks up at Zolomon exasperated "/Again/? Seriously?" he shakes his head and sighs heavily "Do yah know how many recruits have shot each othah and themselves in the footpaws in the time I've been here? I don't! I've lost count there's been so damn many!" he sounds genuinely annoyed about it. He looks like he might go on too until Felicity appears and he stops just before saying something and just deflates after a moment, letting out the breath saved for the angry ranting with a string of random noises as his shoulders relax and slump. He throws out a relaxed salute "'ey...Well I'm assumin' I've got a break" he rests back to lie on the bench instead.   

Zolomon frowns, "Well maybe we just....keep the longbows from them..."He then starts chuckling at a memory, "I remember a while back me and me best buddy...I suggested he learn longbow..hee hee, bad idea"He grins, funny now ...wasn't then.."He got me ear and....well the target also...he also shot Mr. M in de footpaw, hee hee.."He smiles "Memories ..."He had been moving the target seems and the ege of it was gotten.
   
Felicity walks over to the weights area. "Assumin' y'got a break? Was there s'possed to be somethin' 'appenin' in 'ere t'day? I don't think I knew about it...." She glances at Zolomon. "I'm glad y'back t'y'old self, Zolomon, but I must say 'tis /awfully/ confusin' when y'use those nicknames o' yours."   

"Yeah, yah all idiots" Greg mutters at Zolomon's tale "I could probably count the seasons in arrow accidents. The archery trainers need a lesson in teachin' or somethin'" he looks uncomfortable as he tries to stretch his back out "I have it on authority that some recruit shot themselves with an arrow again and a class got cancelled...Or my back is killin' me and that's wot I'm choosin' tah hear because I can't see anywhere else I'm suppose tah be"   

Zolomon nods and smiles at Felicity,"Yeah...and nick names are me Fel. Not gonna go away"He grins and watches her, smileing again "You should smile Fel....tis a good day, fairly good day anyways...and good days are...good and I like your smile tis.."He clears his throat, and glaces at the Sargent, almost forgot he was there as he speaks "Breaks are good, even his Lordship takes breaks."   

Felicity stands up a little straighter. "I've nevah been shot in trainin', and the last time I shot anybeast was when I was just a leveret and 'ad nevah 'eld a sling afore. I got m'brothah's shin. It bled /everywhere/. 'Aven't shot anybeast on accident since." As Zolomon starts complimenting her smile, the Corporal blushes and smiles slightly, but then it turns into a scowl. Thankfully, he breaks off and addresses the Sargeant. "Oh, aye. If there's s'possed t'be a class in 'ere, but none o' y'students show up, an' y'weren't told class was cancelled....well, then, a beast c'n 'ardly blame ya f'r bein' in 'ere the whole time. I'd vouch f'r ye m'self!" Like a Corporal's word would stand up in a tribunal or whatever. But she's trying to be nice, okay?   

Gregorian's ear turns to the whole smile thing but he doesn't comment, he hasn't heard enough to comfortably jump to the conclusion. He grunts at the idea of the Badger Lord having a break "I'm not so sure about that" Felicity gets a nod "I'm where I was told tah be, wotevah is goin' on if they've not deemed tah tell me I'll just have tah yell at someone for latah"   

Zolomon shrugs "He likely has breaks..I'm sure." He hmms "Maybe I can help with an archery class"
   
Felicity nods. "Aye, ye're a good shot. I sometimes 'elp with trainin' out on th' sands. Some o' our Recruits aren't from this area, an' so they're not used t'walkin' an' runnin' an' fightin' on the sands. I grew up 'ere, an' doing stuff out on th' sands is my specialty, so I volunteer f'r that." She smiles shyly, and adds, "I'm also the fastest Runnah in the Mountain -- although not in the 'istory o' th' Patrol," she adds modestly, "so I can add little tips on 'ow to not fall flat on y' face when runnin' on the sands." She shakes her head. "May'ap we c'n 'elp each othah. I'm not that great with archery. Dead shot with m'sling, but can't shoot arrows very well. An' I c'n give y'woodland-trained legs some tips to 'elp y'not fall t'y'death."   

Gregorian closes his eyes for a moment but he's still listening "So long as yah first lesson is don't point the arrow at yah fellow hare and shoot them it might help" though his eyes are still closed Greg raises an eyebrow and points at Zolomon with an ear "I thought he said he was the fastest runnah in the patrol"   

Zolomon frowns as he looks at FelicIty "Ya mistaken, I be de fastest hare 'ere...ask anyone Fel and ya will see"He smiles now and sticks his tongue out at her.He grins at Greg "I am, de lass just don't know it sir...buts that's ok."   

Felicity looks at Gregorian confused, but then turns to Zolomon, indignant. "ExCUSE you?! /I've/ been told by /superiahs/ since /I/ was in TRAININ' that /I'm/ th' fastest Runnah the Patrol 'as! We may be equals, but YOU, /sah/, are NOT any bettah than me when it comes t'bein' a Runnah!!" Her paws are curled into fists, and she's glaring at him, /daring/ him to sass her again.   

Gregorian cracks open his eyes to look between the pair but keeps his mouth firmly shut. Felicity looks angry, he is not bringing that wraith down upon himself.   

Zolomon rolls his eyes "Well that was before your truely came here ta stay..but dont worry, your still a good runner"He smirks "I'm just better and faster and I was the one who got news here after all, fairly quick too...record time"   

"Bettah?! BETTAH?!" Felicity is angry now. Oooh, he's asking for it! "NOBEAST is bettah than me! Whot make y'bettah than me, you....you male chauvinist!" Okay, he may not be being sexist right now, but she's had to deal with other superiors telling her that she will never amount to much due to her gender, so she's a bit more sensitive to that than she should be. "Just 'cause ye've gotten somethin' somewhere in record speed doesn't make y'bettah than me at bein' a Runnah! Especially on the shiftin' sands o' the beach!"   

Gregorian finally sits up with a quiet creak "Alright, alright" he says as he raises a paw at the pair "Runnahs racin' each othah up and down the shore tah settle these arguments is practically an unofficial time honored tradition. There's no need tah come tah blows that'll cause me papahwork we'll just have a race"   

Zolomon folds his arms over his chest "I' Better lass!!" He looks at Greg "A race....well that be jolly well good, then she will see who be better sur"   

Felicity looks about ready to slap somebody! Then she smiles and bows to the Sargeant. "Oh, aye, a race sounds /lovely/, Sah. I'm glad y'mentioned it." Turning to her fellow Runner, she narrows her eyes. "An' yes, we'll see who's bettah, won't we, laddie buck? I say, 'ow 'bout we do it now? Go out t'th'beach an' race immediately! Gregorian could even judge it."
   
Gregorian grunts as he hauls himself back up on to his feet, or foot and pegleg anyway "Alright, I can time yah both but lets just remembah this is a /friendly/ competition and while I can't stop yah if take this seriously and yah start fightin' halfway down the beach yah bettah be ready for me when I catch up" he gives them both a scary look before clapping his paws and heading for the door "Come on then"   

Zolomon smirks "This should be fun and we shall see WHOM be de best!" He is all for wining this, "Lets go the beach awaits"
   
Felicity smiles primly. "Oh, don't worry, I will only touch 'im if 'e touches me first." She follows the Sargeant out the door, head held high. "Aye, the beach awaits. I will take m'sword, though, just in case vermin await, too," she adds under her breath. Better safe than sorry, right?

==TO THE BEACH!!==

Gregorian hides a smirk being a very serious face as he stands on the shore waiting for the pair to get ready. He's even nicked a sand glass timer from the kitchen to time it for the records and after he told the cooks why he was taking it a few hares who were eating have come out to watch instead.   

Zolomon is clearly ready as he grins, stretches a little and smiles. He has his longbow to the side and is, yep he is ready "I am so ready, ya ready to lose lass?"   
   
Felicity calmly stretches and tests the sand with her footpaws, smiling slightly. "I dunno, are y'ready to lose? 'Cause I think the fates are ready t'whup y'scut at the paws o' a girl." She checks to make sure her sword is securely in its hilt, then gets into a ready-to-run stance, looking to Gregorian for the signal to go.   

"Well I've heard worse trash talk" Greg mutters with vague amusement as he uses his pegleg to draw a straight line in the sand before snatching a bow off an observing hare, drawing an arrow way back and shooting it far down the shore. He squints at it and seems satisfied with the distance "Alright, line up. Yah run, touch the arrow and then come back. Get lined up" he points at the line he drew in the sand and then steps back to stand to the side of it, waiting until they're both in position and not over the line "Alright? Ready! Set! Go!" he barks out the words.   

Zolomon grins and is read, and he is set, and he waits for the signal for go.He then speeds off and runs at a very good pace, he runs smoothy and chuckles, this is fun and kicking sand as he goes! "Sorry fer de sand in ya eyes lass!!!"   

Felicity waits at the line, calmly, clearing her mind until all she thinks of is the next step. When the signal is given, she takes off, kicking up much less sand than the other hare, and keeping pace with him as if it were nothing. Instead of saying anything in return, she just focuses on her breathing and her steps. She lengthens her strides and actually gets a little ahead of the male hare.   

Gregorian watches them go off like a shot and finally allows a little smirk as the little crowd sounds excited for the start. He's never been that fast in his life but he was never a runner.   

Zolomon grumbles and speeds up now and hee hees as he is beside her now "Hey lass...nice day ta ..lose..." He gets a little tiny bit ahead and yes there is a crowd now of hares, and oh look it seems the badger is watching, though from a distance, hares are evening possible placing quiet bets on who will win and who will lose.   

Felicity feels herself getting irritated with the other hare's remarks, and decides that if she's gonna lose, at least she can give him such a good run for it that he's get out of breath and can't say anything more! Lengthening her strides even more and speeding up, she passes him again, keeping her breath for running instead of making jabs at him. As the arrow approaches, she slows down some, but instead of stopping to touch it, she makes a circle around it, touching the feathers on the end so the arrow jiggles. She touched it, but nobody said she had to STOP and touch it......   

It would be entirely unethical for Greg to get involved in the betting while he's judging. He does so anyway of course, he just keeps it quiet. He's gets out a little telescope to watch them as they approach the arrow so he can see when they touch it.   

Zolomon does touch the arrow and it does slow him down a little but hey he catches up and grins, "Hi again lass!!!" He is beside her and then....is ahead of her as he heads to the finish line!   

Felicity smiles and puts on a huge burst of speed, easily passing the other racer! She had been saving this last bit of energy for the last leg of the race. She's breathing harder, and kicking up more sand as she practically flies over the beach! Smiling, she keeps her comments to herself, so as to not waste precious breath.   

Gregorian lines up with the finishing line to look down it so he can see exactly who's first since it's looking like it's going to be a close one.   

Zolomon snorts and speeds up, he achally almost falls on his face and just barely keeps his balance and then speeds up more and pants, yeah this is tireing and he tried but he is SO not losing this as he goes to catch up and gets beside her again.   

Felicity hears him almost fall and smirks. Dumb woodlander can't run on sand to save his life. But no words cross her lips. She sees him come up beside her out of her peripheral vision and speeds up just a tiny bit, getting ahead of him only the smallest little bit. But she's alread running at almost her top speed. As the draw near to the finish line, the crowd starts cheering for whichever one of them each hare had bet on (although a couple are just cheering for both of them -- maybe they didn't make a bet).   

Gregorian gets ready as the crowd gets more and more excited and the shouting gathers more attention so the crowd has been steadily growing though by the time most of the mountain finds out it'll be all over.   

Zolomon grins as he is fully focused on this race and oh look there is the finish line and he is nearing it, closer..closer...use one last bit of energy and speed and he is beside her as he looks forwards and goes to cross the line, is she still beside him?   

Felicity is in stride with the other hare, and she crosses the finish line at the exact same moment he does! But she doesn't know it yet. She allows her momentum to carry her past the finish line, and she takes a few steps to slow down. Turning around, she jogs back to Gregorian, panting. "So.....which...one...o'....us.....won....wot?" she manages to get out, bending over slightly and leaning on her knees, trying to get her heart rate back to normal.   

Gregorian watches the line as he tracks them with his ears until finally they cross and he pauses. He's thinking as he straightens up, trying to mentally replay it and make really sure as the whole crowd stares before he finally looks at Felicity "Both of yah. It's a draw" even he sounds surprised. He looks back at the crowd and raises his voice "It's a draw!" there's one happy yell from somewhere in the crowd, apparently only one won the bet and guess they would tie.   

Zolomon pants and listens "A..tie?" He falls over in the sand, hey he is tried as he manages to slowly catch his breath and looks at Felicity   
Felicity looks flabbergasted. "A tie?! Wh...." she bends in half at the hips, leaning on her knees as she stares at the ground, her heart still beating a little too fast for comfort. A grin spreads over her face, and she looks Zolomon right in the eye. "Well, well, looks like y're not th' fastest 'are in th' Mountain, laddie buck! An' neithah am I! We're bloody well tied! Hah!" She holds out a paw to him to help him up. "I think I can deal with that, wot!" She tries to be a good loser, she really does.   

Gregorian chuckles at the confused crowd "Actually, yah wrong" he says to Felicity "Yah both the fastest hare in the mountain. Now, I think that calls for a drink! And maybe a seat for the pair of yah, eh?" he starts to usher the crowd back inside.   

Zolomon allows the help up and nods "Yeah..a tie that's ok lass.."He chuckles and smiles at her,he keeps eye contact with her and seems..sort of lost in thought, "When the sun hits your eyes they sparkle like stardust did ya know that lass.."Wait! Did that just come out of his mouth!He then steps back a little and looks at the sand, ok then thoughts in his brain came out loud in words, he hears both and fastest hares and a drink and nods "Drinks..yes of..of course sur...drinks are good."A small smile.   

Felicity blushes. "Um, thanks..." she quickly joins the crowd. "Aye, um, yeah, a drink, yeah..." But, alas, it's not to be! The moment she walks in the door of Salamandastron, she gets accosted by a leveret caretaker, and so the Corporal has to go rescue them from her sister. No rest for the weary, it seems. She joins up with the group later, Julia in tow. They can have tea or something....

Zolomon watches her go in and sighs, a small smile though and then heads in with every one else, the race was sort of fun, but now he needs a rest....but after a drink.

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