In the armoury yet again! Does Felicity ever leave this place??
Salamandastron's Armoury
Hares: Spearmint 'Mint', female. Felicity 'Lissie', female. Kate, female.
There haven't been any huge waves of hordes in a very long time. Due to this, the armory weapons and armor have mostly gone unused save for the occasional need by individuals coming to replace an old sword or pike. Mint has volunteered to start servicing the most unused of equipment, saving the metal and wood from the slow, stubborn humidity that drifts up from the volcanic springs of water below the mountain. The fighter doe is currently plopped down in the middle of a large pile, polishing an old, metal helmet. Mint whistles aloud, swaying to the music in her head.
The armory, it's been a while since Kate needed to use such a place. The russet furred hare steps lightly into armory, pausing at the door to peer around the place and whistle. The obese hare rocks back and forth on her paws as she looks longingly around the various weapons and armor. She walks up to one of the various suits of plate mail, stands parallel with it and sucks in her gut, taking a stoic military pose as she does.
She doesn't seem to see the other hare here yet...
And now enters yet another female hare! What are the chances? Actually, they're quite high here in this mountain. Felicity stumps in, leaning heavily on her crutch so as to not put any weight on her bandaged right foot. She looks around, raising her eyebrows at the pile of metal on the floor. Hobbling over to the desk, she sits down and says, "I say, can I 'elp you 2, wot?"
Spearmint pokes her tongue out of her mouth, scrubbing her varnish-smelling rag against the helmet, leaning back and smiling at her own reflection. She looks up for a moment as Kate enters, but keeps her head in her work for the moment. When addressed by yet another hare, Mint blinks and looks up, ears up. "Oh, well. Jus' polishing. Yer welcome to hop in."
The fat bellied beast let's out a squeak of alarm as she realizes that there are people here to see her grandstanding. In panic she bumps into the platemail curras, quickly grabbing it to keep from knocking it over. "Oh...um...hi! Didn't see you lot there and..." She peers intently at the doe with the broken leg. "Fancy meeting YOU again." She narrows her eyes as she talks.
Smiling at the polisher, Lissie says, "Actually, I'm on desk duty in 'ere 'cause o' my ankle. I had just taken a break to eat. Sorry if I'm interrupting your work." Glancing at the chubby hare, the auburn furred doe smiles and nods. "Indeed." Her ankle is just sprained, not broken, but to an outsider it would probably be hard to tell that.
Spearmint hitches a shrug, her shoulders swallowing up her neck as she looks back down to the polishes and unpolished pieces of armor around her. "Well, don' feel th' need t'stoop an' polish on that leg," Mint assures the other. "Here, I'll bring y'some," She grabs some metal shin guards and stands, trotting them over. "You need somethin'?" the doe asks of Kate. "I can grab yeh whatever y'need. I'm in charge today, I suppose!"
The plump hare grins, "Desk duty. I remember my first week of desk duty. Just be careful that they don't /keep/ you there. This happens pretty quickly ya know." Kate pats her stomach with a chuckle. She reaches into her over coat to produce a saber in a sheath. "Perhaps you can help mate. I seem to have run into a problem with my saber." She draws it, producing a weapon with half a blade, broken near the hilt. "I can't seem to figure out what's wrong with it though." She says sarcastically.
Felicity takes the armour pieces and says appreciatively, "Thanks. I'll be able to 'elp you for a little bit, then I need to get back to my paperwork....probably." She makes a face to communicate to them how dreadfully boring the paperwork is. Grimacing at the portly hare, she adds, "I'm a Runnah, an' if they try to make me stay stuck up in 'ere after I'm all healed, I /might/ starts stabbing beasts." She eyes the broken sabre and adds, completely deadpan, "No, it is 'ard to see what's wrong wi' it."
Spearmint grabs a rag, a bottle of varnish, and sets it down in front of the injured hare. "No prb, bob," she says chipperly. She stretches her arms, popping a few bones and sighing aloud in relief. "Been sittin' there for /ages/," she explains and steps forward to inspect the broken weapon. The doe barks a laugh at it's condition. "Blinkin' hell. What'd yeh do? Well, if it's o'no sentimental value, I suggest gettin' a new one. But if yer partial t'it, I can add it t'the queue of things for our blacksmitty t'take care of." Mint looks up at Kate, waiting for the decision.
The hare sheaths the blade again, handing it off to the armory hare. "I would like it to be fixed. I only use it on training dummies these days but, it was the first blade I got. They gave it to me back in my skirmisher days."
Felicity accepts the polishing supplies and begins working on the armour pieces. She listens to the other does talk, then asks quietly, "What /did/ you do to it??" She rearranges herself and sits on her left leg, then goes back to polishing.
"Fair 'nough!" Mint agrees, taking the hilt and moving it over to a weapons rack off near the entry of the forge. "Might take a few weeks, fair warnin'. Check back with the 'smith in a few days an' he can give you a better estimate." Mint moves back to her pile, stroking her chin and humming about what to polish next.
The hare sighs in relief, "Oh you won't beleive how much a relief that is. I broke it while...well, don't laugh...and certainly don't mention this to anyone with rank, but I was re enacting a battle between the LP and some pirates for some dibbuns in the library. I came rolling down the isles of books on a latter with my saber swinging in the air and...well, it got stuck on one of the shelves and...broke..."
Felicity stares, mouth agape, at the chubby hare, armour and things forgotten. "Oh...my heavens....." is all she can say. She will not breathe a word about this to anyone....although the leverets might, because kids are awesome like that.
Spearmint just laughs. She looks over her shoulders and tugs her ears back as she does so. "I can picture it," she insists, plucking up a shoulder guard and wheeling around to start rubbing it with the rag. "S'okay. We all do things like that. I can't recall an exact example f'myself... but I'm sure I have." She winks and sits down to brace the armor to her knee to polish more.
Kate grins, "Yeah I'm sure we have all imagined ourselves as vermin warlords at one time or another. I once thought about sharpening my teeth into fangs." She chuckles at the thought. "You know, to frighten vermin before I stab them in the face." The hare rubs her neck again, "Well, anyway. Thanks for that. My name is Kate by the way. Incase you, needed that." An awkward silence falls, "I should...get back to what I was doing. Paperwork in the library won't sort itself you know..." She says offhandedly.
The Private smiles. "I always imagined myself as one of my heroes, such as Dotty, old Lord Brocktree's friend. Oh, and my name's Felicity...." she is interrupted as a hare comes in and hands her a huge stack of paperwork. Her eyes wide, she takes it, then sighs. "Paperwork. Urrg...at least this is improving my writing....sorry, you 2 keep talking, I'll be fine....." she adds as she starts to tackle the stack. This is going to take her a while.....
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