Quinten Log 124 - 07 06 2006
RW Abbey: Infirmary
Several beds are lined against the red sandstone walls of the Abbey's Infirmary. An examination table, separated from the rest of the room by hanging blankets, rests against the far wall. Tucked into a small alcove is a sizeable workbench with various containers for mixing and preparing medicinal compounds. Against another wall is a desk for use by the Infirmary Keeper. A curtained off alcove behind the desk hides a locked door to the Infirmary's supplies and linens.
Ahh, performing the Brotherly duties. Never gets old for Keiran, but then again, this is the hare that can just sit and read. All day long. Yeah. So, when he's carrying in fresh, air-dried bedsheets, he's humming to himself with a grin on his face, tucking all the white linens under one arm as he hobbles with his staff in the other paw, towards the supply closet.
"Harhar! You'll never take me ali-iiii.." This odd drawing out of the last word is given from Jakk as he tumbles into the infirmary backward. "Oomf!" Seems that he hadn't expected the door to actually be opened. His fault entirely of course. The buck sprawls there on the floor for a moment, looking a bit startled with a sturdy stick in his right paw. The first thing he does is push up into a half sitting position, peering at the door, then out into the hall at who he was speaking to.
Quinten looks up from where he is sat on the edge of a cot, the young buck is still dressed in a pair of white baggy trousers and shirt from his earler sting of Gardening. He nods to
Keiran and smiles at Jakk as he tumbles through the door wondering what the young recruit is up to now. It seems that Quinten has been up to have the bandage removed from his paw and he is flexing his paw enjoying it's new found freedom.
And that someone comes bounding in after him, stick trailing half-forgotten in her paw as she thumps down on the floor next to him. Concern is clear on Flax' muzzle. "Jakk? You hurt?" She asks, leaning close to him, stick set on the floor next to her. For now she's oblivious to both Quint and Keir.
Seems its a hare party. Harper appears in the recovery room doorway, leaning a paw against the doorframe as he sends a puzzled look across the room and toward the two seated on the floor. Uwah? His right ear flops over just as left eyebrow quirks up.
Keiran turns suddenly, looking quite surprised at the sudden visitor he has. Ahh... Uh. "...'ello?" When Flaxpaw comes in after, he looks between the two, the makings of the beginning of a grin on the features of his snout. "Uh, y'know, gettin' tha' wound up aft'dinner c'n cause one doozy o'a tummyache," he comments, before stacking sheets on top of each other, snickering.
Jakk straightens up more, with one rub going to the back of his head, before he goes to just poke Flaxpaw in the rib with the end of the stick still in his possession. "Yeah. I'm fine. But /you/ are dead." Smirks. "Never trust a pirate." The buck winks and then bounds up to try and get away from her. Actually headed to hide behind Keiran. "Tummyache? Haha! Yeah right!" XD
Quinten shakes his head and chuckles softly standing up off of the bed, "Pirates is it Jakk? You should have let me know i could tell you where some of the abbey's greatest treasure is hidden." He winks over at Keiran and can't help but smile.
Flaxpaw is after Jakk, laughing like the old Flax from Sala as she slips slightly on the smooth floor, paws as usual when she's not in class, bare. "Show you pirate you....little ruffian." She says, all mock-indignant. Suddenly the presence of all the other bucks seems to register with her and she stops, nod given to Quint and Keir. Harp...not noticed yet. "Yummy ache, sah?" She asks looking bewildered, then her ear swivels to Quint. "Careful the rogue, Quinten. He'll stop at nothin for treasure." Her tone is still light and amused, but she seems quickly to be collecting her cool than everyone attitude.
An ear folds over, the Brother hare's job done, but... It seems he's being used as a living shield at the moment, so he stands firm where he is, though still smirking. "I guess y'all 're 'mmune t'tha', then..." he murmurs, looking back and down towards Jakk. "Y'know, any other brother 'r sister'd prob'ly be tellin' ya t'take this out o'th'infirm'ry."
Harper watches the spectacle for a few seconds longer from his 'safe' vantage point. He brings a paw from behind the door where it had previously been hidden to reveal the mop he carries. This he proceeds to leeeean against, surveying those gathered with an oddly serene smirk.
A cheeky grin is sent in Quinten's direction and Jakk laughs. "Nah, Quint. I don' want none of the treasure /you're/ tryin' to give me." The young buck begins to laugh a lot, leaning back against the cabinets still hidden behind the older hare. He glances up to Keiran for a moment, then smirks again. "Besides.. there's no 'treasure' here.."
Quinten blinks at Jakk not entirely sure what that means... "There is plenty of treasure here...from the tapestry to Martin's sword, to the books and records of the abbey's past to the Friars recipes in the kitchens...though the treasure is speak of does exist and is buried in these very grounds."
Keiran just sorta stands, wondering if he should move, or... usher these unruly hares out, or... He just shrugs, and leans against his staff. "Uh, really, I think y'sh'd prob'ly go ou'side with this. Don' wan' y'gettin' 'n trouble, or anythin'." Anything he says is probably lost in the hubbub around him, but oh well.
Flaxpaw turns to look at Quint, real interested in this 'treasure', but...yup, too cool to ask. That's when she sees Harper. er-hem. She looks him up and down consideringly. "Hey, Harp. Nice mop." Raised brow as she grins at him.
Quinten frowns at Flaxpaw not entirely sure where her new attitude has come from or why, he then hears Jakk's words and turns to look at him. "Recruit Jakk's....you do not bribe Abbeybeasts it is just not doen sir, wot wot, terribly bad form."
Harper bobs his head in a nod of greeting to Flax alone, offering her a small grin before he glances to the side at the mop in question. Brow-quirk. "Yeah. My new best friend, this." Mm-hm.
Keiran looks back down at Jakk. "Uh, well. Play with ya?" He chuckles. "M'afraid not, heh. Don' think I'd 'ave much o'a place 'n a game o'pirates an' treasures, heh. Though I won' get y'in trouble 'f y'jus'..." And to accentuate, he sorta makes a scooting motion towards the door to the open ground. "Take 't ousside. Heh."
Jakk bounds forward with a challenging smirk at Quinten's statement. "Bad form my scut, Quint. You can't tell me to do nothin', after what /you've/ done." Grin. Harhar. The recruit goes to grasp Keir's habit sleeve and pull him towards the open ground then. "C'mon then. We'll all go out." Seems he's taken a liking to the Brother anyway.
Flaxpaw keeps /her/ focus on Harp. Smirk. "Riight. sure it's..interestin t' talk to." Blink, raised eyebrow. She turns her attention to keiran then. "Evenin, sah. Sorry t' disturb you." She crosses her arms, grinning at Jakk and Keiran then...total unconcern for Harp apparently. That's why her ears are tilted towards him and her eyes keep darting his way.
You say, "Language Jakk... and what i have done is nothing if an officer hears you speaking like that." The recuirt looks disturbed, he's never come across a recruit so insolent before at this rate Jakk's going to say something to get flagged up by an officer and busted. "I might as well come outside with you, i want to go look at something.""
"Yeah. Real interesting." Harp glances at the mop, then shrugs. He steps into the main infirmary, disappearing briefly into the storage closet to return the mop to its rightful place. When he reappears, he sidles over toward the door. May as well see what they get up to outside, as well.
"Ah, Jakk? Watch your language..." It's quiet, and Keiran has to take a step forward, as the tug on his sleeve happened to catch him off balance. He leans on his staff, and looks a little... surprised, to say the least, at what's going on, but shrugs. "Duties're done, an' all, bu' I don' think I 'ave any business..." He doesn't finish the sentence, as everything's just going way out of control. Ha. So, he follows them. Hey, it gets them out, right?
That'd make Flax the last one in the infirmary. Ahhhh, peace. She looks toward the cots a little longingly, but does trail after the others, slightly rebellious looks going toKeir and Quint as she mutters her own 'language' under her breath about Redwallers.
Quinten ears perk up and backwards towards Flaxpaw, he's a hare and has these big ears for a reason. He turns to look back at Flaxpaw and shakes his head dropping back to stand in front of her. "Mind if i have a chat Flax? In private?"
Jakk pulls Keiran along still just nodding about all the speeches about him holding his language in, though he's trying not to tug him over onto the floor or anything. When he reaches Quinten and Flaxpaw, he steps up to the other buck. "Leave her alone. Thought you were gonna lighten up?" He goes to capture the doe's sleeve and lead her off into the open ground as well.
Keiran's ears fold as he keeps getting pulled. Hm. Obviously, something's up here. Doing a quick scan of every hare present, he takes a big breath and looks between Flax, Jakk, and Quinten. "Uh..." Quick thinking. "Yeh, maybe we sh'd go ou'side firs'. Get out o'th'infirm'ry, a'leas'." Of course, this is for a number of reasons, now.
Flaxpaw has raised an eyebrow, beggining to cross her arms, and giving Quint a challenging look when the younger buck catches her sleeve and then Keir's comment. She allows herself to be lead, an ear-flick going to Quinten.
Quinten shakes out his shirt sleeves and stands his ground reaching out to grab Flax's other sleeve. "I'll lighten up after i've said my peace Jakk so shut up." He turns his face back to Flaxpaw, "Prissy git am i? stupid Redwaller? Well listen to this flax your a snot nosed petty little disgrace to the Long Patrol to Redwall and to the hares everywhere. You don't agree with life in redwall so be it, but standing around whinging about it won't change anything, we came her to learn from the abbeybeasts, to see how they live and learn the skills they are offering us. If you don't like it go back home i'm sure the Major will give you a glowing report about your behaviour. I don't know what your problem is but your attitude has to change, your no better then the rest of us so stop taking it out on me and the other Redwallers and grow up." He lets go of her sleeve and turns around and walks towards the door leading back into the abbey.
Flaxpaw looks cooly at Quint's paw on her sleeve, listening to his tirade, color rising in her face, whole body tense. "That's wot you know, Quint." She says, voice shaking a bit but carrying through the infirmary. "The Redwallers aren't the wonderful perfect beasts you obviously think they are, an if you think the major gives a *much censorship* you've got it all wrong. Only one beast cares wot I do...only one fit to judge wot I do. An, i came because I was /ordered/ didn't go beggin to the majah like you did." She glares after him. "An you can leave Jakk alone, hear. He's not your son an he's not a child...or wotever you think he is. He's a recruit jus' like you an me."
.. Whoa. Harper looks back around in wide-eyed surprise at Quinten's word, stopping short. His eyes cut back and forth between Flaxpaw and Quinten, looking for the moment like a deer caught in headlights. Eep. But... after Flaxpaw's return tirade and Quinten's off-storming he clears his throat, his voice cracking with nerves when he speaks. "... L-look, Flax. I'm only gonna say this once, 'cause... well, just 'cause." He takes a deep breath, looking back and forth between where Flaxpaw /is/ and where Quinten /was/. "... Maybe Quint's methods are kinda bad, 'n' maybe he /does/ need to lighten up, but..." He sighs out between his teeth. "He's /right/. If ya ain't happy here, Flax, maybe you /should/ just go back to the mountain. But Brother Keiran didn't do a thing to get glared 'n' muttered at. And... ya know what? Yer just angry at the Major 'cause he doesn't like ya like that. Soooo..." His brow wrinkles, "Leave off 'im." He starts to turn, to go off after Quinten.
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