08-26-05

Characters involved: Taye & Terrance.

Salamandastron: Meeting Room

Sitting up on the very top bench, Taye looks down into the center of the room as if there is a speaker there, as if a class is in session, his back pressed to the cold stone wall behind him. He is sans bandages, a knitting gash visible upon his brow.

Terrance wanders into the meeting room, and begins looking around the floor, looking like he might have lost something. As he makes his way towards the benches, he spots Taye and his exposed gash. Ohhhhh. "'Allo there Taye."

Ooh. Taye looks around at Terrance, and grins. "'Ey, Terr. How ya doin'?" He sits forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

Terrance shrugs, "Alright I suppose. Fingers are a bit sore from staff training." Not to mention his arm. "And I think I dropped my notes in here somewhere from one of today's classes."

Taye looks around at the mention of the notes, peering in between the bench seats. "... Hm." He stands and begins walking down the bench row he's in. "Where'd ya sit?"

Terrance resumes looking, "Just across the aisle I think." He says, making his way there. "Ah-ha!" The fighter recruit exclaims, diving down beneath the bench, "'Ere they are." He says, coming back out with a few pieces of parchment in paw.

Taye grins at the sight of the notes held triumphantly in paw. "Good 'un, Terr." The buck begins hopping downward, from one bench to the next, 'til he lands on the ground level with a satisfying thump.

Terrance chuckles and tucks the parchments under his belt so he doesn't forget them this time. "Thanks chap. Well looks like you'll have a nice lookin' scar there when that's all healed 'n such."

Taye's eyes flicker up at the mention of his head, and he nods. "Yeah... guess so." He chuckles. "Mar m'perfect good looks, eh?"

Terrance snorts, "Right chap. Only Miyrr might agree to that one." The younger buck responds. "Although I heard some hares talkin' 'bout how does like bucks with scars. Dunno if'n its true or not though. Don't really care ta find out eithah."

Pleased by the thought, but embarrassed by the fact that he is, Taye looks away and nods. "Yeah, well, I could always bean ya ovah the head, if ya evah do feel like findin' out."

Terrance smirks and then makes a face at Taye, "Thanks, but no thanks chap. Mushy stuff just makes beasts silly."

Taye reaches out to shove playfully at Terr's shoulder, and grins. "You'll think diff'rent coupla seasons from now." He then turns, squinting towards the door.

Terrance bleck's again, "Hope not" he says. "So what were ya doin' in here by yerself anyway?"

Taye's brow wrinkles uncertainly at the question, and he shrugs. "Oh... I dunno. Guess I'm missin' bein' a recruit. I may've been top of m' class as a recruit, but as a runnah... I'm back t' bein' the smallest 'n' the least experienced, again." He hehs, softly, and glances back at Terr. "I'm certain 'm gonna end up gettin' m'self killed."

Terrance shrugs and says, "Well when ya think about it, every beasts ends up gettin' them self's killed. Just a matter of when and how. Some in battle, some from coughing so much from smokin' a pipe or something of the sort."

Taye's ears twitch thoughtfully as he considers Terr's words. In the end, he nods. "... Guess yer right. Anyway, s'pose we knew what we were gettin' into when we joined up, huh?" He smiles faintly.

Terrance nods and says, "Aye, that we did I guess. Anyhow, just as long as you stick near us fightahs, ya shouldn't 'ave to worry about getting ousted by physical means." Grinning and puffing out his chest a little. Oh yeah. Big fighter right here.

Taye rooooolls his eyes and turns away from Terrance, walking away with one paw held up, making "talking" gestures with it. "Yeah, yeah, yeah... So d'you fightahs tuck us in at night too, then?" Hehe.

Terrance grins, "Well who do ya think is guardin' the entrance too tha mount'n?" Making his way to the door as well, patting the parchments under his belt to make sure they are still there.

You room-page, "It has just occurred to me that I need to change the time layout for the runners/healers/fighters."

You room-page, "Since sentry duty would continue into evening."

Taye looks back over his shoulder at Terr, grinning. "'Ey, us runnahs take care o' sentry duty to, y'know, just 'cause we don't spend all'a our time, there."

Terrance grins back, "Yeah, and if'n ya spot anythin' who is it that gets ta deal with the critter?" He retorts. "Anyhow, fine fine. You runnah's have your uses I suppose. I think I'm going to head up ta my room though. Hope that heals up soon." The fighter recruit says, gesturing to the gash.

Taye nods happily to Terr, jerking his head in a nod towards the door. "Go on. I'm gonna stick around fer a bit longah."

Terrance chuckles, "Reminisce some more?" He heads off none the less. "Night chap. See ya around." And with that, he's out the door.