Apology turned Fight! (*Blames Dom*) (IC LP Log April 18th, 2020)

BlisaMarshmellow · 2020-04-18 09:46:16 PM

SCENE:
Salamandastron: Training Room
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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls
seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray
arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery
targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance
off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of
simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper
target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the
walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several
wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the
room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses
tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,
assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.
Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against
the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.
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Visible Exits:
(Arm)ory (Out)

CHARACTERS: All hares.
Dominik, male. Felicity, female. Various spoofs.

LOG:
It had been a couple of days since Dominik had learned that the entire reason he had left home to come to the mountain and be a patrol hare was entirely nonexistent. He had initially taken this news hard, having retreated down to his usual hiding place down in the catacombs. After brooding there for awhile and trying to come to terms with things, and thinking things over for awhile, the large hare had decided to return to his duties training the recruits in the boxing ring. Perhaps it might take his mind off of things if he could focus on one particular task. And focus he does, much to the likely dismay of the students who happened to be in his class that day. It is near the end of one such class, and Dom is standing in the middle of the training room, a pawful of recruits lying on the floor around him. Some of them are groaning, others are nursing bumps and bruises, and one of them is standing there in front of Dom as they try their best to avoid the blows that the large hare is raining down on them.
"MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" he barks at a fast pace, the student hare desperately trying to keep up, and he is not doing very well.

Felicity has been feeling miserable this entire time, confident that it is entirely her fault. The doe had been able to focus on her duties during this time, and her Recruits and Privates have hated it also. She, too, has been especially hard on them, taking the anger she feels towards herself out on them. In short, the Recruits of the Mountain are probably wondering why in the world they joined the Long Patrol in the first place. Now the Sergeant enters the training room and watches the spectacle, feeling that ache in her heart return as her busyness reaches a lull. She watches for a few minutes, then comes forward and says, "Y'dead now, Recruit. Leahn t'move fastah. Take dancin' lessons, they actually do 'elp."

Dominik takes the opportunity of Felicity's distraction, which causes said student to mistakenly turn his head, to show the student how big a mistake it was to be distracted...especially in a fight. He massive hare's knee thuds into the recruit's middle, causing him to double over. Dom then gives a sharp, precise kick to the other hare's forehead, causing him to drop to the floor like a bag of rocks. Breath heaving, Dom hovers over the downed recruit, glowering over him and glaring a hole right through him. "NO! Is pathetic. Ve not have Patrol here, ve have bunch of weak leverets." He gives him a nudge with his footpaw, before his attention shifts to Felicity. The doe is a recipient of an initial hard, cold glare, but after the adrenaline of the moment begins to fade, his gaze softens yet shifts away from her as he goes about picking up various dropped weapons from the floor. "Get out," he rumbles to the students. "Class over." The tone of his voice may be even scarier lower than it is when it booms across the entire mountain. The students pick themselves up and begin to silently file out, knowing better than to whine and complain when Dom's in one of his moods.

Oh, the glare! Felicity wilts inside, feeling the ache deepen. However, she doesn't show it, just watches the Recruits head out the door. As the last one leaves, her shoulders sag some. "Well. Good week it's been, wot. Um..." Yeah, she's not sure what to say right now. That glare kind of put whatever she had to say out of her mind, and she's struggling to remember it.

Dominik goes about the room, silently replacing the various training weapons and things he'd been using in his class. Every now and then he'll pass in front of Felicity, but the doe doesn't get a glance from him, at first. To her words, which seem to be an attempt at small talk, Dom gives a chuff. "No." is his response. "Not good veek." His voice still holds a bit of a chill, though inwardly Dom is aware that Felicity really wasn't to blame for what had happened. Still, their conversation from the other day still stung a little, his confusion moreso the reason behind his current demeanor more than anything else. The large buck continues to go about his business, cleaning things up, straightening other things, but never looking directly at Felicity.

Felicity wilts on the outside a little now. "'Twas sahcasm," she mumbles, then swallows. Oh, yeah, she remembers what she came in here to say. "Dom....'bout ouh convahsation...from last week....'M sorry. I didn't know, an' I didn't realize whot was gonna 'appen, an' I didn't mean t' 'urt you, an' I'm sorry..." She looks like she might cry.

Dominik listens to Felicity's words, this being obvious by the way his ears give little twitches. He pauses, his back to the doe as he stares at the wall for a moment. His eyes narrow, gaze shifting downwards towards his footpaws. The staff he is currently holding in a paw tenses up in his grip, before he lifts it and snaps it in half, cleanly. He flings it away, the two pieces hitting the floor with a clatter. "Vhy?" he seethes, his voice starting low, before rising in volume. "VHY???" He then turns back around to face Felicity, the buck's paws both clenched at his sides, his eyes blazing as his ears fold against the back of his head. "Dom's whole purpose, whole reason for beink here...is gone. IS GONE!" The buck turns back away again..."Dom has no reason to exist. Family...is gone. Dom...should be vith them, and not here. Dom...should not exist. Should have been on beach, ven attacked."

It takes Felicity a few minutes to realize he's not mad at her. Then she relaxes....and then gets a little mad, herself. "Oh, really? An' then where'd I be? 'Ave y'seen 'ow many friends I 'ave, Dom? Or, should I say, 'ow few? Where would I be? An' th'leverets? D'y'really think y'got nothin' t'live foh? Whot am I, chopped seaweed? Do th'leverets really mean nothin' t'ya?" She stays where she is 'cause she's not stupid.

Dominik begins to slowly pace back and forth, his paws still clenched at his sides as he listens to Felicity. When she is finished, he pauses to look at her, before his pacing resumes. "These are things Dom found later. Whole reason Dom came to mountain, whole reason Dom join Patrol vas to vun day find that ship." The buck frowns. "Ven ship vas found, Dom vould have sunk it vith own two paws." He stares down at his paws, slowly flexing them as he stares. "Vould have killed anyvun who tried to escape. But now..." He shakes his head. "Now, there is no vay Dom can bring peace to family. No way Dom can bring peace to self." He once again turns to face Felicity. "Dom has failed family...he has failed himself." The buck's voice cracks a little, his eyes shifting down to the floor as his shoulders slump.

Felicity looks to the floor, too, thinking. The she walks over to him, paws out to touch his arm if he stands still long enough. "'Twasn't y'fault, though. Y'did y'best. Anybeast who asks foh mohe isn't a good creatah t'be listenin' to. Sure, we ask th'Recruits foh more'n tha', but that's 'cause we're tryin' t' 'elp 'em not get killed. This....may'ap y'fam'ly is at peace 'cause y'found a 'ome, an' a reason t'keep livin'. May'ap th'things y've found latah are th'things Fate was guidin' y'to, knowin' y'needed a new fam'ly." She pauses for a moment. "Besides, whot would y' 'ave done 'ad y'done tha' an' survived? Whot purpose would y'life 'ave 'ad then?"

Dominik allows Felicity to touch his arm, the large buck giving a heavy sigh as he begins to gradually calm from the initial bout of anger. As Felicity asks him what he would've done after he accomplished his task, Dom has to pause to think about that. It wasn't really something he'd honestly ever really sat and thought about for any amount of time, and so he is briefly at a loss for words. Finally, when he speaks, his voice is quiet, as he lifts his paws in the air. "...don't know. Vas not planning on living long enough to find out." So he more than likely was planning it to be a suicide mission, more than anything else. Even despite his massive size, he likely wouldn't have survived attacking a pirate ship full of vermin simply on his own.

Felicity allows her sorrow and little bit of hurt to show. "Oh, so y'were gonna join th'Patrol, make friends, then just leave us 'angin'? Go off an' die without a second though as t' 'ow 'twould make us feel? 'Ow it'd make th'leverets wondah why their big friend Dom just up an' left 'em? Whot kind o' friend would tha' make ya, I ask?" She takes a step back and crosses her arms. "Did y'evah think 'bout anybeast else? Any o' us who're y'friends? Or were y'too focused on revenge t'care?"

Dominik frowns, the buck giving a shake of his head at Felicity's words. "NO. Vas never suppose to make friends..." he admits. "Dom knew vat might happen if he did, and so vas alvays trying to avoid others. Did not need friends, did not vant friends to be hurt ven Dom left to do his task." The large hare sighs. "Vas never suppose to be vun who vatches leetle vuns, either. Look at Dom, Felicity. Vould -you- ever trust Dom to vatch them, if you did not know he vas good at this? None of this..." he waves a paw..."...vas supposed to happen. Dom come here, Dom train. Ven feels is good enough, Dom leave to find ship. Ven ship is found, sink ship. And Dom vould never be seen again."

Felicity can feel her temper flaring, although she's trying to keep it in check. "Oh, well, tha's fantastic! Whot was even th'point o' joinin' th'Patrol, then? There's some rogue mercenary groups out thah who'd 'm sure 'ave loved t'train y't'be some kind o' killin' machine without carin' t'be y'friends." She hugs herself and takes a step back, tears threatening as she gets more upset at him. "I can't e'en belileve y'right now! I..." she can't even figure out how to put what she's thinking and feeling into words. He's made her more upset than she's been at a friend in quite a while.

Dominik feels a little bit of his anger returning, and he glares down at Felicity, his voice turning cold. "Do NOT dare judge me..." he replies, voice low. "Am not going to stand here and listen. Dom has more trainings to do..." The buck turns and begins to go about his previous routine again. "Is not Dom's fault things turned out this vay. If Felicity is finished and has nothink else to say, then leave." The buck bristles a little, a frown upon his muzzle as he peers back over a shoulder at her, ears folded, before he turns his attention back towards what he is doing.

Felicity flinches, and a tear trickles down her cheek. She stands there in silence for a few moments, just staring at him. The anger hardens her, and she straightens and stiffens. "Fine. But 'tis y'own fault tha' y'pushin' away th'only friend y'really 'ave 'ere. Good bye." She storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her, more tears flooding down her cheeks as she leaves one of the few friends she has, too.

~*END*~

Ooooh.....a fight! Who do you think will apologize first! D:

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#1 2020-04-18 09:46:16 PM

Apology turned Fight! (Blames Dom) (IC LP Log April 18th, 2020)

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