Quinten Log 133 - 18 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.
Flickering his ears back, both of Jakk's hazel eyes turn to Kaelin's
knee and he seems sadly thoughtful before nodding. "Yeah.. I live in the
mountain. Used to be with my mom, but moved there when I became a
recruit." He goes to lean back more.
The door swings open and Quinten Walks inside slowly, he's dressed in
an immaculate uniform and he looks around and sags in relief as he sees
Jakk moving across towards him. Something is different about the
recruit...he looks healthy if a bit drawn and tired....a nice uniform...and
the badge of a 2nd Class Recruit on his lapel.....that is not right.
"I'm going to be heading back with you all I think. Give the mountain a
once over." Kaelin shifts, reaching behind her to grab one of her
pillows which goes to prop up said knee with a wince. Her ears flick
forward, eyeing the entering buck with a frown.
Nodding, Jakk notes the doe's sudden frown as she redirects her
attention to the entrance. He does so himself, ears lifting with curiosity.
Nothing is observed about Quinten except the fact that he /is/ alive and
standing there. For the moment the young recruit just sits, staring at
the other.
Quinten salutes Jakk and moves over to his bedside. "Your alive...oh
thank the forest your alive Jakk..i'm so sorry i was a complete
idiot...can you forgive me/"
Silence. Staring silence. Finally Jakk just smirks a little and nods.
"You're right.. you were an idiot." He seems to not think anything is
wrong, though that tired look is still in his eyes.
Quinten nods his head and his ears pin back, "Well your safe Jakk...and
we both learnt a lesson...i'm being sent back to the Mountain i just
came to say goodby when i heard you and Miss Kaelin where up here, i owe
you both an appology and a goodbye."
Jakk seems to just look like he isn't sure what to do, almost hunched
over there upon the cot as his gaze turns away from Quinten. "Oh...
Alright. Good bye then." Nothing else is stated, his expression suddenly
different than he was.
Quinten sighs and his ears pin back, "They demoted me Jakk....i'm first
class recruit Quinten now....Colonel's ordered me home to face the
music. Am being escorted back in Disgrace...i don't wnna leave but i got no
chpice."
"What about me, then? Am I gonna be punished... 'escorted back in
disgrace'?" Jakk looks like he isn't sure what he expected, but this isn't
it. Definitely not.
Quinten shakes his head "Nah..i'm taking full responsibility Jakk,
think you can expect a talking to by the Major maybe but it was my fault
not yours."
Jakk shakes his head, before going to lay down on his uninjured side,
curling his legs up to his chest. "Alright. Guess you have to go then."
He sighs, breathing in deeply.
Quinten nods his head and reaches out a paw to lay it on your shoulder,
"You did good Jakk, you escaped on your own, killed a vermin, you did
good. I was the moron"
Jakk shakes as he tenses at the touch, before relaxing. He closes his
eyes and nods. "Two vermin.. I killed two..." He coughs lightly, then
sighs again.
Quinten smiles and nods his head "Nearly level with me then." He grins
trying to add a bit of leviety to this meeting. "Still you did good
Jakk and i'll write to you ok, i'll send you letters and see how your
doing."
Jakk bobs his head in response that he hears him. "Alright, Quin. Guess
I'll get your letters then." Nothing more is said of the vermin and he
seems to want it that way anyhow. "Thanks."
Quinten smiles and lets the vermin questions drop and settles down,
"Anything you need? I could maybe get the patrol taking me home to bring
you something from home as they got to come back this way."
"Just.. I want my daggers. The vermin still have the other set. I didn'
get them back." Jakk glances up at Quinten, ears flickered back.
Somewhere on the muck, Flaxpaw has connected.
Quinten nods his head and lays a paw on your shoulder as he stands up,
"Ok i'll get them sent back here for you, where you got them stashed?"
Jakk lays on his back, arms folded upon his chest as he tilts his head
up to Quinten, the bandaging on his neck showing plainly. "My mom has
them.. please don' tell her about the situation."
Quinten nods and stands up "Sure i'll just say you asked for them to be
sent over as your going to be here awhile. You rest up Jakk and i'll
send em over now i gotta go say by to Brother Keiran and join the patrol"
Jakk nods, smirking just a little. "Alright, Quin. I'll see ya then,
when I go back to the mountain." A paw has gone out to grasp the other
recruit's lightly. "Thanks again." Before he drops his arm from his
without another word. The buck seems a bit odd.
Quinten nods and gives Jakk a brief salute before loping out of the
room to go and finish his goodbyes and leave the abbey behind.
- Change Scene
RW Abbey: Library
The library is disturbingly empty of books and scrolls, and only a
small fraction of the knowledge it should be able to hold is actually
present and available for perusing. The beautifully crafted windows are
well cleaned. Giving the library plenty of light during the daylight
hours. This, combined with the room's high vaulted ceiling, causes a rather
foreboding play of shadows in the corners and between shelves. The
flagstones of the floor are cool and smooth, and echoes of clicks and
thumps can be heard quite clearly when beasts walk among the mostly bare
shelves. Brass lamps containing short, fat little white candles provide
enough light for reading.
Light is beginning to filter in through the windows.
Keiran is just closing a book, a pen going on a nearby scrap of
parchment tip first. Clearing his throat gently, he cracks his knuckles
against each other and locates a cork on the surface of the table he's
occupying, grabbing it and plugging up the ink well he'd been using. Leaving
the parchment he'd just been writing upon out, he looks it over now,
elbows on the table and chin in paws.
The door cracks open and a head peeks around it, long ears flopping
down ahead of him, when the buck sees the Brother he moves further into
the room and shuts the door. It is Quinten dressed in his recruits
uniform, he walks forwards and salutes. "Brother Keiran"
Keiran looks up from his reading at the sound of his name, and sits
backwards slightly as he sees it's Quinten. "Ah, 'ello Quint. Afternoon,
y'gettin' back from trainin'?" he asks, his eyes going to the uniform
inquisitively. "Think m'about ready t'start c'nstruction o'th'Belltower,
heh!"
Quinten sighs and flops down into a chair and nods, "Thats is good
sir...maybe i can come back and see it when its been finished. I won't be
staying here sir, i'm being shipped back to the mountain in disgrace."
Keiran's ears fold at Quinten's news, brow very slightly furrowed in
confusion. "Disgrace? Wha' d'y'mean?" The brother looks concerned, and
pretty much in disbelief. "Disgrace t'whom?"
Quinten sighs and places his paws in his head, "To the patrol, been
demoted back to 1st class recruit too, me and Jakk got jumped by Vermin on
the way to the 67th. He got captured for a few days and is up in the
infirmary now. Orders came back in from the Colonel like..."
"Is tha' wha' 'appened...?" Keiran sighs, shaking his head. "Tha's too
bad. I 'njoyed 'avin' y'aroun'." He tsks, sadly. "Sure there's nothin'
th'Abbey c'n do t'keep y'here?" he asks, hopefully, frown evident on
his face.
Quinten smiles at Keiran sadly, "aye that is wot happened, Major and
Colonel decided it was the last straw and that i'd messed up one to many
times." He stares at the half empty shelves and sighs. "Only thing to
keep me here was me writing and my work with you....i'd have to resign
the patrol...if i wanted to stay."
"Oh..." Keiran lowers his head and slumps his shoulders slightly, ears
folding over slightly more. "I see. Don' wan' y'throwin' all tha'
away." He looks disappointed, but shrugs, trying to be optimistic. "Maybe
y'/can/ come back an' see 't once i's finished. After all, y'were
instr'mental 'n i's c'nstruction."
Quinten smiles sadly and nods starring at the floor, he pulls something
out of his belt bouch and slides it over to the brother. It is a piece
of parchment, "I was thinking about packing it all in.....you
know...join the order i'm better at the recording anyway. But i don't want to
dissapoint the Colonel or the Major any more and i can make it in the
patrol if i try hard....and i want to be part of it, I just don't knwo
what to tdo."
Keiran looks down at the parchment as it's slid over to him, back up at
the recruit for a moment, then down at the passed paper again. "Y'sh'd
stick to 't. I c'n tell when a beast's th'type f'th'Lon' Patrol, an'
when a beast's th'type f'th'Abbey. Y'one o'th'types tha' belon's more at
Salamandastron than here, b'lieve me."
Quinten stares dully at the resignation letter and slowly picks it back
up and stuffs it into his pouch again. "You tink so brother? Just i've
liked it here..helping to prepare the plans for the bell
tower....reading all these books. I think they might stop my scholastic persuits
completly and make me concentrate on training"
Keiran shakes his head down at the letter until it's gathered back by
Quinten. "Yeh, I do think so. B'lieve me, I'm all for new beas's t'join
th'Order, an' wouldn' chase one away 'f I though' they were perfect
f'th'job. But I /know/ tha', once y'settle thin's an' grow up a li'l more,
y'll realize y'belon' in th'Patrol more'n we need y'here."
Somewhere on the muck, Jarril has connected.
Quinten nods his head and sighs, "But i don't want to loose all me
skills as a writer....and if they stuff me head first into fighter training
and nothing else i'll loose it all."
Keiran looks to Quinten, shaking his head with a serious look. "Tha's
nonsense, Quint. S'not somethin' y'jus' /lose./ Y'don' worry 'bout tha'.
B'sides. M'sure th'wouldn' cut y'off from writin' e'ery once 'n a
while. Not constantly, o'course, bu' tha' ne'er shoulda been th'case."
Quinten nods and scratches his ears, "Thats why i was escorting Jakk to
the 67th, i wanted to focus nme training for a bit, get away from all
the book learning but it all went kind of wrong."
"Then there!" Keiran grins cheerily. "See, y'don' 'ave anythin' t'worry
'bout. A li'l booklearnin' takes no time, an' can b'done by y'self,
e'en 'f they f'bid it, which I don' think they'll do."
Quinten stands up and fiddles with his tunic sleeve and then he tugs an
object out from under his belt and sets it on the table. It looks like
a minature tower carved from wood, "I made this...based of the
plans...thought it might be useful you know...so you don't have to get the
plans out all the time."
Quinten looks out the window and frowns at the sun, "Erm...wot time is
it? I never did get the hang of telling time by looking at the
sun...i'm being escorted back by four others, they're coming to get me about an
hour after noon."
"I've no idea. 'aven' really been ousside yet t'day, bu' 'f I 'ad
t'guess, it'd be 'proachin noon righ' now." Keiran nods to the recruit.
"I'll b'sorry t'see y'go, though. Thanks f'all th'help an' f'bein' a good
listener an' student."
Quinten smiles and salutes then holds out his paw to the Brother to
shake. "No thank you for letting me be your student, you never know i
might be able to come back someday soon, when i reach private maybe. Take a
sabbatical to finish my training under you."
Keiran stands up and reaches out to shake Quinten's paw back. "I'll
b'waitin' f'ya. Don' give up on th'Patrol, though. I's s'posed t'be 'ard
f'somebeasts a' firs', but m'sure y'll blend 'n fine once y'get a few
thin's straightened out with y'self." He nods encouragingly, though he's
still looks a little disappointed that Quinten has to return to the
mountain.
Quinten smiles and nods, "I hope so....i'm just gonna keep my head down
and work hard. Gonna have to learn to ignore the other hares too, me
demotions going to make me fair game for picking on." He grins softly,
"Aye'll just ask if they wanna train in the boxing ring...i'm pretty good
in there." His smiles fades and he sighs, "I'm gonna miss the
abbey...but i promise i'll write to you brother, keep you posted like."
Somewhere on the muck, Zoe_Lang has disconnected.
"Heh... Don' give y'self t'vengeance, bu' 'f y'need t'prove somethin',
then box away." Keiran nods to Quinten, and then again. "Th'Abbey'll
miss you. 'f y'write, I'll write back. Got plenty o'time t'do so, heh."
He scratches behind one of his ears and grins. "Still wish th'was
somethin' I c'd do."
Quinten smiles and sakes his head "Convince Colonel Francis it was all
a big misunderstanding and i'm her star recruit maybe?" He smirks at
that and even chuckles, "Still i'm just glad Jakk is safe, look after him
for me brother"
Keiran smirks, shaking his head as well. "Heh, I don' know 'f tha's a
possibility." He shrugs, and leans back in his chair after having a seat
again. "I'll try. Though I don' know 'f 'e likes bein' treated like a
kid s'much. From what I've seen, s'jus' brough' 'im t'anger when
somebeas' does so."
Quinten nods his head "aye i noticed that meself...just keep an eye on
him is all, he's like a brother you know and we were finally starting
to get along good and now i got to leave him behind. Still i'll be
writing to him too and sending him something back with the patrol too."
"Will do." Keiran nods to the recruit. "S'pose y'better get somethin'
t'eat b'fore y'escort shows up, righ'?" The buck grins. "Make sure
y'legs keep liftin' on th'march, an' all tha'."
Quinten chuckles and nods and then grins, "Heeey...i can stock up on
abbey vittles....the patrol taking me back will onlyhave rations from the
67th..." he grins, "If you'll excuse me brother igotta go get me some
good food packed away."
"A'righ'. Good luck on y'journey back, an' thanks again f'y'help."
Keiran stands again and salutes the recruit, following it up with a wave.
"Write t'me when y'get back!"
Quinten nods and salutes again and with a grin bounds for the door,
seems he's doing his best to stay in good spirits at least. He darts out
of the library and the door swings shut behind him, the buck exiting
stage left from Keiran's life... for now at least.
- End Log
