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Characters involved: Jarril, Udat, Seven, Keita, Zoe, Rothal, Ruggi, Zeraph, Athari, & Darklett.

Salamandastron: Infirmary

Giving a frown to Udat's answer, the major just sips his water in thought. "And where would that place be then?" Breaking the silence after a moment, forgetting all about his headache for the time being.

Udat slides his glasses on again, getting a look at how the bandaging is wrapped, before he sets the spectacles aside and starts removing the old bandaging. "Down south, near a mudbank on the edge of a lake. A storm surged in and flooded the place, washing it away. Not that we minded, of course...we're rather adept to swimming, me and my kind."

Jarril nods his head. "Hmmm, never heard of it." Taking another bite from his biscuit. "I probably should check our records and see if we have anything about it here."

Seven flinches a little as the bandage is pulled away and immediately goes back to drinking the medicine down, though he is unsure how quickly to swallow it down anyway.

Udat says, "You won't, most likely... We didn't even name it." He bundles up the old bandaging, setting it off to one side so he can examine the healing wounds on Seven. "How's that mullein? I'm sure it doesn't taste none too kind...hmm?""

Seven shakes his head in response. "Ye said it." Though he just goes right back to it. It's nothing compared to other things.

Pausing in the doorway on her crutches, Keita looks around with considerable surprise at the amount of activity going on in the infirmary. "... A'right." With a small shake of her head, the doe limps into the room.

Jarril nods his head back but regrets doing that, so he waves a paw instead before going back to drinking the mint water in the bowl instead.

Udat glances back at the latest arrival, blinking slightly. "Hello there...." His focus returns just as quickly to the job at hand, though, and he's soon cleaning the wounds over with the Dragon's Blood mixture.

Seven has stuffed his muzzle back against the cup of Mullein, eyes closed, so Keita is either unnoticed, or he just doesn't feel like greeting at this moment.

Keita quirks a brow at the random newt before limping over to her usual cot, dropping down onto it with a sigh. "So what's goin' on?"

Jarril looks at where Keita is and smiles. "Usual, fight in a war, then a wargame and it's the wargame that gets me bally well clubbered."

Udat finishes his job, more listening now than anything, since the barrage of questions his way has stemmed. Setting the cleaning supplies to one side, he starts re-bandaging Seven back up, pausing just to make sure everything sits just right. So he's a little bit of a perfectionist...who can blame him?

Seven has lowered the drink a little bit more from his mouth and is now looking around the room again. For some reason, he pauses when his gaze settles on Keita, half scowling. Something about her has caught his attention, though he looks back to Udat as he begins to re-bandage him. The buck makes a mental note to remain as still as possible.

Keita grins faintly at Jarril's explanation. "Ahh, that little bit of a game ya lot had? What happened t'..." Seven's scowl is noticed, but she continues nonetheless. "Uh. You?" She looks back to Jarril.

"There...that should hold for a little while yet." The newt either fails to notice, or simply ignores, the scowling and whatnot going on. Stepping back, he starts cleaning up the cleaning supplies, used bandages, left-over scraps, and so on.

Jarril shrugs back. "Don't know. Was fighting Zoe one moment and woke up here the next. Don't know how many days has passed. Can't remember anything much at all on the matter." He smiles a bit more though. "I think this lack of an eye is giving me a slight disadvantage in the battle stakes, should really retire.."

Seven lowers his arms once more and smiles more sincerely towards Udat. "Thank ya, again." The runner goes back to the drink, which he is getting through pretty good.

"'Ey, you the healah fer the day?" This is addressed to Udat, though slightly skeptically before she looks back to Jarril. "Zoe, eh? Well... yeah, I imagine a lack of an eye might do it." Grin. "Y'know, you 'n' me could always team up. I'll borrow yer leg, you borrow my eye. It'll be great."

Jarril just chuckles at that one and nibbles on another or his last dry biscuit.

Udat finishes rinsing his hands clean. "It would seem I am the healer of the hour, by unofficial appointment." He fixes himself a glass of water to drink, sipping at it lightly to keep his throat from going dry. "Might I be able to help you in any way?"

Seven has returned to his silence, though his eyes half close now, popping back open every now and then. Maybe it's the medicine, or he's just wiped out, still.

Keita lifts her stump of a leg and nods. "Bandage change?"

Udat nods. "Of course..." He takes a few moments to get familiar with just where everything is, and starts gathering up the needed supplies.

Jarril just keeps his eyes on Udat all the time, not that he doesn't trust him, no no, not at all. He shifts about in his cot a bit and rests his head on the soft pillow.

Keita unties the knot in the end of her trousers and rolls them up her thigh. Obviously, she's used to this routine. "So who're you, then?" She glances to Jarril with raised eyebrows, questioning.

Udat tugs a small stool over, sitting as he starts unwinding the old bandaging, tail twitching slightly as he pointedly ignores Jarril's constant gaze.

Seven has his chin rested on the cup in his paw, eyes half closed again and gazing around the room dully. Nothing much going on. He'll be glad to finally get out of the infirmary.

Jarril just gives Keita a shrug as if to ask the only one in charge of the healers. He hasn't much clue as to what is going on apart from the small snipper Udat told him when he woke up.

Speak of the devil. Zoe walks in through the doorway with a purposeful gait, looking around to the various cots until - ah. There's Jarril. And there's a guilty look, too. The doe crosses the room to where the major sits. "'Ey, cousin." She smiles.

Seven's ear flicks at the familiar voice and his eyes open quickly again. Oh, the Colonel. Well, at least he knows she's alright now. He did his job. ;) The runner begins to dose off once more.

Jarril gives Zoe one of those looks, which is just a smile at the moment. "Ey, cousin yaself."

Well, there's quite the crowd now... At least back 'home', when outnumbered, it's with a variety of beasts, not all the same kind. Given his background, also, the newt's less than 'comforted' by the overwhelming presence of the hares, but he masks it up well enough. Checking Keita's leg, or what's left of it, for signs of infection, Udat offers a side-nod to Zoe. "Good afternoon, Colonel..."

Keita pointedly looks away from the process once the leg is unraveled. It's still extremely raw-looking, but by luck of lucks, not infected. "How's ole stumpy look?"

Zoe_Lang rolls her eyes at Jarril's response and sits down on the edge of his cot. "How ya feelin'?" She looks up and around at Keita's voice and, initially, her eyes widen. But she quickly relaxes, giving a tired nod to Udat.

Seven yawns, eyes closing all the way now. He goes back to finishing off the Mullein.

Jarril replies back. "Majah headache and somehow I don't quite know what day it is. Never remembered how I got from the village ta here in this cot. Colonel..." He says then changes it. "Counsin, this bally blind spot I have isn't something an officah should have. I mean, if that was a real fight I would've been killed by now, though I suppose I've been really lucky so far, what with not being cut up ta shreds when I fought that bloodthirster horde leader and all..." He smiles. "It wasn't ya fault though. I didn't see that coming from ya but I didn't think that punch would've knocked me out for bally knows how long."

Zoe_Lang watches Udat's treatment of Keita's leg with a critical eye, though her ears are turned to Jarril's conversation. "Well... if ya think it's limitin' ya. Have ya thought about excusin' yerself from active duty? There's no need t' retire. I mean, 'tis obvious ya do a world o' good fer the recruits. But ya know I'd have to come aftah you in the aftah life just t' kill ya again if ya went 'n' got yerself killed."

Jarril laughs on that and frowns to the pain on the back of his head. "I think I do better in real battles than make do ones, cousin. More at stake I think." Giving a sly grin. "As for the recruits. Bally rascals the lot of 'em. They thought they could beat the teacher. Bah, ya think I would go and give away all my tricks. I don't teach everything ta my recruits." Pausing. "So what did happen ta me?"

Rothal is pulled into the infirmary by an ear, muttering at the irritated looking healer who is dragging him in. Apparently, the healer happened to come into the training room while Rothal was in, and neither looks to happy about that. Avoiding the others in the room, the healer drags the grumpy buck to a bunk in the corner of the room.

"Ya went out like a light," Zoe replies with a shrug. She holds up a paw, which is lightly wrapped. "Broke one of m' knuckles on yer jaw, I did." Then, with a slightly apologetic smile. "Forgot it was yer blind side."

Jarril grins. "Well, I am glad I got ya some payback for that one so we're square." He yawns slightly. "Aye, about being on duty, I wouldn't mind being off it for a while. And don't worry about the blind side, ole gal." Winking. "I should've been more adapt in keeping both of ya in my other eye, so ya won fair and square."

Seven sets the empty cup down on one of the tables close by, then settles back down into the blankets, curling up.

Rothal perks as he picks up a snatch of Zoe and Jarril's conversation. Jarril retiring? He must be hearing wrong, or something. Shoving the healer away from him, he flicks his better ear forward to hear better. To the healer's credit, he persists in trying to look at Rothal's shoulder and see if its alright.

Zoe_Lang smirks playfully and gives Jarril's shoulder a small punch - with her good paw. "Always was a bettah fightah than you."

Jarril shrugs slightly. "Well, I rather prefer ta be a runnah, trackah and quiet stealth killer anyways than use brunt force, doncha know." Coughing slightly. "But it's nice once in a while ta get ta know what the other side is like. Can still learn, even if I have lost a few battles. May win one day." Snerk.

Keita's ears perk at the exchange between Zoe and Rothal and, at the rare opportunity, she watches the Colonel, wincing slightly at a small pain in her leg.

Zoe_Lang chuckles at Jarril, shaking her head. "Aye, mayhaps one day. Ya didn't do so bad, as it is..." She then shrugs, thoughtfully. "You c'n go off duty for howevah long ya like, cousin."

Rothal frowns. He's hearing right, that's for sure. Jarril is- the healer touches a particularly painful spot on his shoulder, and the hare growls, resisting the urge to push him away again. He'd rather be down in the training room, would still be there if this chap hadn't found him and.. Oh well. He slumps back, an air of defeat evident on his features.

Jarril bites his lip on that one. "Hmmm, a superior using her powers on giving a family member unlimited time off. Now how can I see that bringing gossip within the recruits... Ah, forget them. They can bally well work while I sip ale in front of them. Try and attack me indeed, bally cheek." Nodding his head a bit. "Although I don't remember ya saying ya hit me there so I'll leave ya ta mention how that happened or not." He does give his chin a rub though. "Shame I can't go up north again though. Meet the family for a while." Looking down. "Darned sea rats fixed that one. No, resting here will be fine, could try some fishing or help out at the village. Try something else for a change." Looking up again he smiles. "But cousin, I still have this place in my heart and would come ta it in an instant if it was in danger or anyone else. I may think of retiring but somehow this place has grown on me ta much."

Her leg rebandaged, Keita nods her thanks and rolls her trouser leg back back down, then ties it off. Grabbing her crutches she stands and moves over to the grumbling Rothal, grinning slightly. "'Ey Roth. See they dragged yer sorry self back in 'ere."

Zoe_Lang pats Jarril fondly on the shoulder, chuckling. "Well yer always welcome, wherevah ya go or don't go. Undahstood?" She doesn't even comment on using her powers. She can give whomever she wants time off. Tch. The very thought. XD "But 'm sure the village could use some help jus' now, gettin' back in the swing o' things."

Rothal finally manages to get the healer away from him, about the same time Keita makes it over. Frowning, he looks at Keita in surprise, not having seen her since the recent battle. Not having heard about her leg either, apparently. "Aye. An' what happened to yah, Keita? Last h'I saw yah was when yah were fightin' with whatsherface on the roof." His voice maintains a good-mood sound, at the same time managing to sound strained.

Jarril nods. "Thanks. Well, I won't keep ya from ya duties, colonel." He smiles. "Me, I think I get some more sleep and get rid of this headache. I ain't gonna fight about leaving here this time around. Don't feel like it right now anyways."

With a nod, Zoe stands from the cot. "Well, I'll leave ya t' rest and work on that headache, a'right?"

Keita watches Rothal's reaction with a faint grin then, glancing back behind her, steps back 'til her leg's touching the stool there, upon which she sits. She leans her crutches against the nearest wall. "Well, Roth, this may come s'somethin' of a shock. I didn't win."

Jarril nods and watching Zoe, he falls asleep again which under the circumstances isn't that hard for him to do at the moment, regardless of noise in the room.

Rothal sighs, shaking his head. "Well, that h'is a bit of a surprise. Suppose yah heard what happened to me through Colonel Zoe, eh?" He rubs his shoulder almost reflexively.

Watching Jarril until he's fallen asleep, Zoe then turns with one final look to Keita before, smiling slightly, she heads for the door and exits.

Keita smirks at Rothal. "I heard, anyway. How ya feelin'?" She looks the other buck over thoughtfully.

Rothal shrugs. "Fine, h'if Dusttail's dad would just stop worryin' about me. Jus' 'cause h'I'm exercisin' an mah shoulder h'isn't all bettah.." The hare frowns again.

Ruggi walks into the Infirmary, trying to find somebeast to talk to, with him being a very social beast.

Zeraph bounces into the infirmary at this moment, looking to be on the borderline of complete boredom and insanity. His grin is bigger than normal and he is holding one of the 'spears' that the recruits use to practice with eachother. The buck shifts quickly around Ruggi. "Heya!" Is all the other fighter is given in greeting, before he plants himself on one of the cots/beds.

Keita eyes Rothal's shoulder. "Well, ya don't want t' go doin' more damage t' yer arm than necessary, eh?" She shifts slightly on her stool, making a face. "Pain's - ah - not good." Snicker.

Ruggi looks at Zeraph, and returns the greeting.

Rothal grunts. "Now probably wouldn't be a good time to mention h'I've been boxin', then." The hare chuckles at that, apparently unconcerned with the fact that he's pushing himself too hard. Seeing Raph, he waves. "Well, we're all back togethah again, Raph."

Zeraph pops his back slightly, by putting the 'spear' behind him while still holding onto it. "Aye. I'm better off than you..As usual." The buck grins, then his ears flick a couple of times and he springs up to head back out of the infirmary. Spastic?

Keita watches Zeraph's entrance and then exit with raised eyebrows. "Goin' somewhere inna hurry, Raph?"

Zeraph sticks his tongue out at her, before he disappears into the hallway.

Ruggi sees the beasts in the room, and waves, syaing, "'Ello."

Keita rolls her eyes at the stuck-out tongue, then nods to the unfamiliar buck. "Hullo." Beam.

Ruggi sees Keita, and nods back.

Rothal chuckles, waving to Ruggi. At the same time, he mutters something about throwing a pillow at Zeraph the next time he sees him to Keita. His good mood appears to be returning.

Ruggi waves back.

Keita sniggers at Rothal's words, then jerks her head in an upwards nod to Ruggi. "Just gonna stand there, eh?"

Ruggi begins to lose his shyness, and says, "'M Ruggi Nolario Harivort Larodim, MArm."

Ruggi jumps around a bit.

Ruggi jumps around for no reason, to tell you the truth.

Zeraph pops back into the infirmary, holding the training spear across his shoulders still. "Hey, you don't think the prisoners would mind a bit of a 'pep talk' do you?" He seems to be speaking to Keita.

Keita gives Ruggi an odd look, raising an eyebrow. "... Uh. Pleased t' meetcha. I'm, uh. Kei-" She glances at Zeraph as he speaks. "-Ta." Yes. She glances at Rothal, with a smirk. Pillow anyone? "Can't see that they'd mind a bit, Raph ole thing."

Rothal grins winking at Keita, and maybe it is bad for his shoulder, but he can't help it. In less than a moment, a pillow heads through the air in Raph's direction.

Ruggi sees what's happening, and smiles.

Zeraph hmms, thoughtfully, then his whiskers twitch a /second/ before the pillow hits him on the head. He stumbles back in surprise, one eye closed, then disappears around the door frame, taking the pillow with him. Silence..

Athari ambles slowly into the room, the otter carrying a walking stick in one hefty and scarred paw. He notices that the infirmary seems to be pretty occupied at the moment, so he gives a smile and a nod to those in the room. "Afternoon, mates..." he replies cheerfully, before going about his business attempting to tidy things up a bit.

Ruggi chuckles at what has happened.

Keita watches Zeraph's disappearance with an amused look and, well. It's not his fault, but Athari's entrance and oblivious greeting just sets her off. She starts cackling. In fact, she nearly loses her balance and topples off of the stool she sits on. The only thing that saves her is that she holds both arms out, waving them around in her attempt to stay seated.

Rothal peers in Raph's direction, trying to see where he might have gone. "He could at least have left the pillow, right, Keita...?" Glancing over at Keita, he grins. "Hey, don't fall off, fer goodness sake!"

Suddenly. "ROTHAL!" Zeraph returns and slings the pillow back at the runner. As hard as one /can/ throw something like that.

Ruggi is now laughing loudly at the antics.

Ruggi then notices something, and asks, "'Ey, whens the jolly old next mealtime 'round hear? 'M famished."

Rothal gets a good whack on the side of his head, and the pillow bounces to the floor. Picking it up, the hare notices Ruggi laughing, and really, can one resist a target like that? The answer is no for Rothal, he tosses it at Ruggi next.

Eep! Keita ducks as the pillow comes Rothal's way, though she's in no danger of it hitting her. "'Ey!" She laughs, then watches as the pillow is launched at the innocent bystander, Ruggi. Ha. She doubles over, practically cawing at this point.

Ruggi continues, "My last meal was-MMF!" He is knocked to the floor, and picks up the pillow, and, noticing Keita laughing, and having the same target weakness as Rothal, slings it at her, but is a little off course.

Zeraph picks up a nearby pillow off the cot. He'd hit Keita with it, if he wasn't worried about her balance. Instead he just goes ahead and keeps it in his arms, waiting.

Rothal tosses a pillow at the healer who brought him into the infirmary in the first place, before picking another up and heading in Raph's direction. In the meantime, the healer tosses the pillow back towards Rothal, missing and hitting some other hare.

Ruggi is sen tback to the ground, being 'some other hare'.

Ha! Keita sees the pillow coming and, yes! She dodges a little. "Ha! ... Ah, ah!" She tumbles back off the stool and lands on the ground with a thump - still, of course, laughing, even if it is punctuated by a laugh-tinged ow every now and then. She grabs the pillow off the ground where it fell and brings it up over her shoulder to hit Rothal with it where he sits in his cot.

Ruggi gets up, and grabs a pillow, throwing it at Raph.

Zeraph just stands there..waiting patiently. A smirk begins to tug at his muzzle as he watches Rothal move forward, until he is thwacked with another, from off to the side. His nose twitches in confusion, then he just goes ahead and picks this one up, sending it back to Ruggi, before stepping up to fight with Roth.

Rothal manages to elude Keita's pillow, ducking as a pillow from near the back of the room flies overhead. The room appears to be about to erupt into confusion. Flicking an ear in Ruggi's direction, he swings the pillow at Raph, aiming for the other hare's stomach.

Ruggi ducks the pillow, and throws another at Raph, then takes a crust of bread out of his pouch,a nd nibble sit quickly so no one can see.

Psht. Keita hits nothing, because Rothal's jumped off the cot just in time. Grabbing her crutches she pulls herself, watching from a safe distance as the two bucks "face off".

Zeraph is..ganged up on. He braces himself as both cushions thump against him, one on his shoulder, the other on his stomach. Oh well, don't let it get you down. The fighter just swings his at Roth's head, stepping on the other pillow so as to keep it there for later.

Several other hares in another part of the room have begun to fight, pillows flailing or flying about, hitting hares who try to maintain some type of neutrality without success. Apparently, the boredom of being in the infirmary is just to much.

Rothal ducks down, receiving a slight blow to his head. "C'mon, Raph. Yah can do better than that." Rothal swings his pillow uppercut style at Raph's head.

Zeraph scoots the pillow under his footpaw back really quickly, while jumping back to avoid the 'uppercut'. He has time to pick the other up off the ground. Double-pillow-wielder! One is swung from the side, the other downward, in the runner's direction.

Ruggi decides to toddle off in search of fodder.

Ooh, Raph is indeed skilled in the way of the Pillow Fight. Keita limps forward to watch, when a crossfire pillow smacks her in the side of the forehead. Oof! She catches the pillow and tosses it back the way it came. Mutter-mutter. "Tch - ya'd think they'd have more respect fer a cripple." Smirking, she turns her attention to the fight.

Rothal manages to block the first blow, but chancing a look back at Keita when she makes that comment, he gets a whack over the head. Staggers slightly, picking a pillow from the floor and tossing it at Keita. "C'mon Keita, stop complainin' and have some fun."

Zeraph swings the pillows on either side of his body, like vertical propellers. Both at the same time towards his opponent. He is ruthless.

Rothal grimaces. Yeah, Raph 'can do better than that'. Rothal concentrates on defense for a moment, before seeing an opening and swinging a pillow at Raph.

Keita catches the pillow with a laugh. Then, "... A'right, fine." She logs said pillow at the side of Zeraph's head. Hee. Apparently he really is being ganged up on, today.

Zeraph's one pillow gets entangled with the one that Rothal swings at him, and then he gets struck with the other, staggering slightly to the side. "Oy! No fair!" The buck just goes back to whacking at the runner with the other pillow, with a vengeance.

Darklett toddles into the infirmary with a dismal look on his face, his uniform still missing. So, he's still in the pajama pants that he'd been wearing the past two weeks, and a very loose, very makeshift shirt. At the sight of grown Long Patrollers beating each other with pillows in an infirmary, his expression goes a little darker. "Ahem!" The lieutenant clears his throat... pretty loudly.

Rothal glances over. Hey, it's Dark. Before he can stop anything, Rothal has tossed a pillow in his direction. Might be a mistake. Not that Rothal cares in particular at the moment.

Another pillow comes Keita's way, but this one she catches as well. She's good at this whole pillow fight thing. She's about to throw this one at Rothal when... "Ahem!" She looks around at the loud clearing of throat, and. Hee. Her pillow flies in Darklett's direction, as well.

Zeraph is startled by the clearing of throat, and his reaction seems to be the opposite of the other two. He lets himself drop, right on his rear, releasing the one pillow and just holding the second one. He glances towards Darklett..

The two pillows... Well, they flop right into the lieutenant, one in his stomach, the other in his face. As they fall to the ground, his expression isn't changed at all. He looks down at the pillows, then up at the two runners and Keita. "Uh...huh. You know, I'm glad you three waited 'till I got outta here to start acting like leverets." That having been said, he looks to Keita, judges a distance, and chip-shots the pillow with his foot right back to her, and then does the same with Rothal. "Anybeast seen my uniform around?"

The pillow bounces off of Keita's shoulder and she smirks at Darklett, shrugging. "Well, yeah. 'Course we had t' wait fer the stuffy ole officah to leave."

Rothal glances around at the other hares, catching the pillow quickly. "Well, not like h'it's -all- us, anyway..." At the same time, he swings the pillow at Raph's head. Dirty, but hey.

Zeraph is about to answer the Lieutenant, when his fur, ears, and dignity are all messed up by a pillow to the side of his head. His eyes half close and he just stares off blankly at some place on the floor a little bit ahead of him. The buck doesn't move. Maybe Roth snapped his mind.

Darklett smirks. "Yeah, of course, of course. Dark ruins all the parties. I thought it was Jarril keeping all of you down all this time." He winks at the three, and, keeping an eye out for pillows, looks for a healer. "Hey, uh, need a... bandage change, here?" He shakes his head. "I don't think now's a good time, heh." Dark jerks, thinking a pillow is heading his way, but he loosens up as he sees it's not. "Ah, I just can't help but think I should do something about this."

Nah, Raph's just weird like that. Keita smirks at Darklett, rolling her eyes and she shifts her weight from one crutch to the other. "Well, ya /could/ always punish 'em by sendin' 'em to bed without any suppah." Nod.

Rothal moves slowly... slowly..., kneeling and picking up one of Raph's pillows. As soon as Dark loosens up, the pillow flies through the air, a silent engine of destruction.

Zeraph finally looks back up, going to stand and wait for Roth's pillow to strike. He's getting the mind to bap Dark with something as well..

Biff. Darklett's solidly smacked in the side of the head with a pillow, and... Well, he probably wouldn't mind if it hadn't agitated one of his wounds. His fingers wiggling back and forth, he looks at the pillow with a faint grimace. "Well, I could just walk out now and pretend nothing happened..." he murmurs to himself. Heh, he's never -really- pulled rank before.

Rothal gulps. Oh dear. Glances from Keita to Raph, trying to decide which to blame it on. He frowns, then straightens his back, waiting for the inevitable telling-off and assigning of chores.

Zeraph is readying to whip his own pillow at the Lt. as well, though the look in Dark's eyes is sort of..insane. He thinks better of it, lowering the cushiony weapon and glancing towards Rothal. The runner's look of impending doom makes him both smirk, then throw the pillow towards Dark. Well, he'll go down with him then.

Darklett really is about to walk out and pretend nothing happened, but... Bam. He's hit again. The wiggling fingers freeze, and curl around towards his palms. His eyes roll around the room at the pillow-fighting hares. "Atteeeeeeeeen-TION!" The lieutenant barks the word out loudly, his eyebrows furrowed as he inspects the faces of each and every one of the 'combatants.'

Rothal straightens his back ramrod straight, as do most of the hares who aren't lying down. Takes a step forward, gulping nervously. He gives a stiff military salute. "Sah! Like to take responsibility for startin' the pillowfight, sah! Did h'it knowing the full consequence of my actions, sah! Did h'it anyway, sah!"

Keita's eyes widen considerably at Darklett's look after getting smacked in the head by Rothal's pillow. But, well, it's Keita. She breaks out into a snicker, especially at the next pillow hit and the call to attention. She limps over to Darklett's side and turns, looking mock sternly at the two "guilty bucks" "Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Zeraph straightens up to attention, paws behind his back. The buck's face is now completely blank/neutral, though inside he is completely cracking up. To the fighter, it was so worth it. He doesn't look towards the runner, but he notes his position.

Now that the action has died down, Darklett can talk in a normal voice. For now, Rothal is ignored, as well as Keita. "Can any hare tell me what room this is?"

Rothal swallows again. "The h'infirmary, sah! What we did was completely uncalled for, sah!" He swallows again. "H'I accept full responsibility, sah!"

Zeraph just remains quiet. He seems willing to just let Rothal dig himself into a grave. The buck's ears stand up straight again, facing forward at attention, still.

The lieutenant inspects Rothal's face, his lips turned downwards in a frown. "You're right, it was completely uncalled for. There are sick and injured trying to heal in here, and here you all were, Long Patrol hares, finest soldiers in the world... Having a pillow fight." Again, he goes quiet, and glares around the room.

Rothal remains at attention, still saluting. He's in trouble, hard for it to get worse. "Aye, sah! H'I started h'it! Responsibility h'is mine, sah! What's mah punishment, sah?"

Keita wrinkles her nose at Rothal's hole-digging and then leans over to whisper in Dark's ear, loud enough for Roth and Zeraph to hear. "'Case ya hadn't noticed, it was kind of the injured folks doin' the pillow... throwin'." Pause, shrug. "Well, that 'n' some of the healahs, I s'pose."

Zeraph shifts a little bit out of his attentive state to grin in Keita's direction. Well, the doe seems to be one of the only beasts that can distract him from his duty. The buck shakes his head slightly and stands straight and stoic again.

Darklett's eyes shoot to the side, towards Keita as he whispers. "That doesn't change anything." And, he turns to Rothal. "Since you seem to be a bit of a leader in this crowd, why don't you answer me this? What's a common chore in the mountain that a beast could do while on crutches?"

Rothal tries not to frown at that. He glances at Keita, unsure of what to do. "Sah, there h'isn't any that a beast on crutches could do, sah!" Maintaining his rigid salute, he nods slightly. "H'I'd be more than happy to do whatever chores are assigned to me, sah!"

"Private Rothal, you have one more chance." Darklett stares at the runner, still wearing that same disapproving frown. "If you can't think of any chore in the mountain that a beast could do on crutches, then I get to assign a task, and it will be doubled. Now, do you have an answer?"

Zeraph nearly cracks up this time. Oh..so it seems that K isn't going to get out of it this time, aye? XD Hehehehehehh..

"Aww, c'mon. First time I've seen everyone smilin' in this room since I got 'ere, Dark... Have a heart, eh?" She just refrains from nudging the buck, having a feeling that that would be going just a little teeny bit too far. At the whole crutches things, she shifts on hers. Tch, really now. "'Ey, 'ey, I c'n think of a chore a creature could do on crutches. Ask me, ask me!"

Rothal swallows, his saluting paw shaking slightly. "Sah..." He bites his lip, glancing at Keita, trying to think of something that's not too bad. "Well, Makin' beads h'in the h'infirmary, sah! Only thing h'I can think of, sah! Not a very good one, perhaps yah should ask Miss Keita, sah!"

Darklett smirks, turning to Keita. "Well, looks like you've got a nice task. Every unoccupied bed in the infirmary better be the most beautiful cot I have ever laid eyes upon tomorrow morning up to five mornings from now, or else you'll add one more day onto your shift. Now, Rothal..." He turns back to the unfortunate runner. "What do you think would be a good task for fighter Zeraph, here?"

Rothal gulps. Throughout the whole thing, he's managed to keep at attention. "Sweepin' the h'infirmary, sah! That should do well for him, sah! A little short on h'ideas, sah! Sorry, sah!"

Zeraph looks to Rothal now, with an amused smirk. Yeah, let's see what the runner decides to make him go through. The buck doesn't seem to worried about it though. It's saving him from boredom. He shrugs at the suggestion, then stands back at attention.

Keita limps back a step from Darklett, looking him up and down incredulously as she laughs. "You forgotten I'm not 'xactly one o' your Patrol 'ares, Darky ole buddy?"

Rothal glances at Keita, shaking his head without trying to look conspicuous about it. He flicks a footpaw in Raph's direction to kick him, tilting his head slightly towards Keita.

Darklett nods. "Zeraph! You heard him. In fact, get started now, and don't think about stopping for dinner, there'll be plenty leftover when you're done making sure every inch and corner of this infirmary's floors are spotless." At Keita's response, he turns to her with raised, appraising eyebrows. "That may be right, Keita, but sadly enough, that does not exempt you from the rules. Now Rothal." He gestures out to the rest of the inhabitants of the infirmary, all of them looking guilty. "Why don't you go ahead and give an assigned job for each of those hares? And you better answer quickly."

Zeraph is kicked lightly. He looks slightly confused, then glances towards Keita, until he is spoken to. The buck half sighs. "Yes, sir." He goes to pick up the pillows so he can sweep without them getting in the way.

Rothal has figured out by now that -this- is his punishment. He bites his bottom lip, knowing he's about to get in trouble. "Can't do that, sah! Some of them still can't leave the h'infirmary. With all due respect, I refuse, sah!" He swallows. What he just said is going to get him in a load of trouble.

Keita eyes Darklett and then, with a shrug of her shoulders, she gestures around. "Show me where it's written that folks can't throw fluffy, non-injury-inducin' pillows." She grins, though she's not all laughs anymore. "Yer bein' a dolt, Dark. These folks needed somethin' t' lighten their moods up. Just because yer in a bad'un, that doesn't mean everyone else has t' be too."

Rothal glances at Keita. He's already in trouble, might as well make it worse. "Keita, shut up! Yah tryin' to get h'into more trouble?"

Zeraph tosses some of the pillows onto a nearby cot. "Hey, Keita. I say you run for the shore. They can't force ya to stay." He winks at her, grinning. The buck's all for her insubordination it seems.

Darklett is a miserable, miserable officer. Rothal's answer, however, seems to be what he wanted to hear, because he smirks. "Well, as it turns out, you're all off the hook. Even you, Zeraph, and Keita, you too." He looks to each beast as he mentions them. And well, he assumes Rothal's had enough discomfort to last him a few nights, at least.

Zeraph is holding the broom already. He blinks a few times. "God..are you /serious/?" The buck sags onto a cot. "That's disappointing.." He murmurs to himself, shaking his head.

Rothal frowns. Not what he wanted to hear. At least, not about him. "Sah, h'I demand, because of my low rank h'in the patrol, that yah punish me at least for startin' a pillow-fight h'in the h'infirmary, and for talkin' back to an officah, as well as disobeyin' ordahs, sah!"

Keita grins at Zeraph, waggling an eyebrow. But she falls short of replying, because Darklett's gone and let them all off the hook. Which means she doesn't have to nettle him anymore, which is inwardly a relief. With a small grin and a sigh she crutches back over towards her crutch, giving Zeraph and Rothal an amused look as she passes. She drops down onto her cot and flops back, then rolls onto her side and away from the others. Enough excitement for one evening, apparently. Notably, she has no pillow to cushion her head on. Derned, disruptive pillow throwers! XD