Quinten Log 44 - 05 02 2006

Salamandastron: Training Room
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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol.  The walls
seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray
arrows missing the archery targets.  There are several of said archery
targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance
off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on.  The targets are of
simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper
target on the front.  A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the
walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room.  Besides that, several
wooden practice swords sit in a small pile.  On the eastern side of the
room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses
tied together.  Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,
assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.
Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against
the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.
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Gregorian has arrived.

Quinten is over at the gym, lying out on the press bench and slowly lifting up a set of weights, grunting and sweating as he works out, getting back into routine after breaking his nose and being kept in bed for a day.

You page, "so feel like rp someplace?" to Carrick.

Gregorian walks in with the idea of getting in a little training himself, pausing for a moment when he spots the other hare, considers turning back and leaving again but in the end walks in and over to look over a few of the weights himself "'ello Quint"

Quinten grins up at you, lifting the weights up and then back down, up and back down "eya Greg...good ta see yer matey"

Gregorian picks himself out a couple of weights and sits down to get to work "'ow's the nose?"

Quinten manages to not wrinkle his nose but his whiskers do twitch "is nod so bad greg, is swollend still but healind"

Gregorian pauses from moving the weights up and down to look over at him and frown some "Well tha's good...makes yah look er...well like yah got a swollen nose but I'm sure it'll go down soon wot wot"

Quinten chuckles and nods "Ye bet id will, tha healerd said itd go down in ad week or so" he grins up at you, turning his head to th side to get a better look "How you settlind in?"

Gregorian shrugs and continues on with the weights "I been 'ere a little while now ol' chap, not bad though, even startin' to enjoy the work and trainin'"

Quinten grins at you happily "now tha is the spirit Greg i love it here, i don't even mind the chores anymore"

Gregorian smiles only slightly "Well tha's good for yah then, they're not bad once done them a while I suppose"

Quinten chuckles and sets the weight bar down and swings his legs off, he hops over to a mat and settles down, hooking his footpaws under a bar he starts to do sit up "true only thing i dio hate is the old cleaning out the ovens"

Gregorian smirks slightly, still going at it with the weights "So I 'eard, I still don't like the dishes, so many o' them, always drop one when I'm at 'ome"

Quinten laughs and carries on doing sit ups grunting as he gets into the rhythm of them "Oh i know dishes do suck indeed, i try to avoid them"

Gregorian rolls his eyes "Somehow I always get them, mirical I 'aven't broken more than I already 'ave"

Quinten grins at you and shifts, rolling over to start doing press ups "lucky i guess, or unlucky as i always seem to end up with oven duty and that always winds up with me getting filthy."

Gregorian smirks slightly at the other hare, watching him doing the press up for a moment "I'm not much used tah all these chaps bein' fussy about mess, yah could roll in a pile of mud at home and barely even raise a brow, just be told tah go jump in some watah and come back"

Quinten laughs and nods his head "Oh thats true Greg, can't have messy recruits about the place, last time i had anything to do was mud was when i came through those swamps to get here"

Gregorian raises an eyebrow "Swamps? Dear now there's a thin' don't wan' tah get messed up in"

Quinten looks over at you and smiles "Yes to the south and east, swamps leadin back to tha mountain, was the way i had to come to get here, i was a mess"

Gregorian nods some and starts pumping the weights again after a short pause "Ah, must 'ave been a little too north maybe, missed them, I bet yah were though"

Quinten nods "I was glad to see the sea i can tell you, ran straight out to wash me fur out" he stands up and starts to stretch murmurring under his breath, muscles bunching up as he moves.

Gregorian pauses again to watch the other buck for a moment before he shakes his head a little and goes to return the weights "I can imagine tha's wha' I'd do too"

Quinten lifts a leg up onto the bench and starts to stretch it, leaning forwards, tail flicking back and forth as he grunts "Ya then i kind of wandered north and Lieutenant Zeraph found me"

Dandelion has arrived.

Gregorian nods some watching Quinten "Then I guess he played all 'ero did 'e and bring yah back 'ere?"

Quinten laughs and nods "He did, we helped some wounded fox as well, with Howards help, and well here i am, an the Major let me put my name in for the exams"

Gregorian nods a little once more "Ah, well you'll be takin' them soon then I guess, sure you'll pass well when yah do too"

Having been busy over at the chin-up bars, Dandelion now needs a rest pretty badly, and wanders over to a bench, grinning and massaging his aching arms. He passes by Quinten and

Gregorian on the way, nodding to them.

Quinten grins at Dande and flicks his ears in greeting "Hey Dandelion gud day to yed wod" he is stretching his limbs, footpaw up on the bench as he stretches after his work out, his nose still swollen and twice its normal size

Dandelion pauses to look at Quinten's nose. "Oi, what happened?" he asks, pointing at his own nose to indicate what he means.

Quinten grins and flicks his ears back and wipes sweat from his brow "Lieutenand Zerad broke it, boxind misshap" he moves over to the puncing bag, wrapping his paws with strips of cotton to protect them.

Gregorian looks around the room at others training about the place, shaking his head a lot and running a paw over his eyes before he goes to lie down and life some weights, stair at the ceiling.

Dandelion shakes his head. "Ow. I told you, boxing's dangerous, wot." His paw goes up to finger his nose, subconsciously.

Quinten grins as he watches Dandelion finger his own nose "Avd a run in wid a paw yerseld? bet yed didn't break it" he starts to lay into the puncing bag with his front paws, battering away at it with a series of punches before twisting to kick it with his left leg then swing back round to catch it with his right.

Dandelion fingers his nose again, now becoming aware that he's doing it. "Wha? No, staff end. Hasn't healed proper since..." He gives the nose a final tweak and then lets his hands hang, arms still sore.

Quinten thumps the bag and looks back at Dande "Wot? it hasn't healed up? me healers told me it'd be a few weeks an me old snout would be fine"

"Well, it's healed, but... Not quite the same." Dandelion remarks with a shrug. Then, looking left and right first he asks casually, "Did you get in trouble about that... in the cellar?"

Quinten nods "Well they said mine could end up lookin a bit flat after its heald...an well nod really trouble....but itds all sorted nows"

Gregorian frowns some and perks an ear to the cellar mention, all attention on the ceiling, as he moves the weights up and down, easily ignored among everyone else.

Dandelion nods. "I had a talk with the colonel... Zoe..." he says, making a face and emphasising the word "talk".

Quinten looks up and shivers "Oh dear....wot...wot did you tell her...."

Dandelion sighs and shrugs. "Not much. I honestly don't remember much." he frowns again, rubbing the back of his head to mimic someone having a headache.

Quinten nods and sighs "Aye...well at least she didn't chew you oud too mucd, i talked wid lt. Zeradh and itds seems to be k...Major Darkledd even led me enter fed thee examds"

You page, "how was your day" to Aurora.

Dandelion tilts his head to the side in surprise, causing one ear to fall down to the side. "Oh? Man, I'll never get to do that..."

Quinten looks at Dandelion and blinks "Sured you will...justd got ta getsd ta the Major in thad next fewd dayd, you been ere longer den me anyway"

Dandelion tugs at the hanging ear and tries to prop it up, with the result that the other ear falls down too. Grumbling, he sits down on the floor, a sullen expression on his face. "I bet the Major thinks I'm a screwup..." he mutters.

Quinten frowns and hops over to Dandelion "Heyd now....if i cand do it ye can, whyd they think thad? cause yed got drunk?"

Dandelion shrugs. "Oh, this nose thing, and I'm bad at boxing, and when they find out about Dana, I'm a goner..." he blurts out, and then goes quiet.

Quinten looks puzzled and kneels down "Your nose won't stop you an boxin isn't a neccessary skill justd a bonus one....an dana? wod about Dana?"

Dandelion gives Quinten a nervous look. "Wha? Oh, you know Dana, right? That doe with the brown fur?" He speaks rather quickly, and stamps his right foot anxiously.

Quinten nods "yes i know her, met her a few times in lessons wot about her?"

Dandelion lowers his voice to make sure only Quinten can hear, leaning a little closer. "We're sorta together..." he murmurs.

Quinten grins and claps him on the shoulder "Tha!" he lower his voice and grins "Thats great Dande why would tha officers force ye out of te patrold if ye just got a doefriend, thatsd good... come on leds go to tha officers suite, get ye signed up"

Dandelion room-pages, "We needsss it.".

"Uh... Uhm... Okay." Dandelion gets to his feet, and adjusts his uniform, getting ready to follow Quinten.

You say, "You'll see Dande the officers won't say no to you enterring fer the exams if theyd led me do em yer a shoe in""

Quinten hops out towards the door and waves at Greg "Heyd greg yed signing up?"

Gregorian blinks and looks over, letting the weights drop back into place, he shrugs and gets up "Sure, why not"

Gregorian has accepted to ride with you.

Quinten grins at you both "Comd on will be good ifn wed all do well wed get ta graduate a level"

Dandelion shrugs. "Well... I suppose it's worth a shot."

Gregorian walks over to them, going to follow along, he smirks slightly "Isn't the next level for me fightah? Don't know tha' I've been 'ere long enough for tah"

Quinten shrugs "well depends if yer first or second, i'm second so me next level is 1st class, and thad wot tha ole test is fer i guess tae give em a chance ta see how good yer doin"

Quinten leaves with: Gregorian, Dandelion

Salamandastron: Leaders' Office

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This room is obviously and strictly all business. The walls are bare, except for the occasional military decoration of crossed swords or what have you, as well as the occasional, dim candle. In the room, there is an ornately carved, oak desk, behind which rests a comfortable arm chair. In front of the desk two slightly less comfortable and straight-backed chairs sit, most likely to keep the occupants on their toes. The desk is often covered by stacks of papers, sometimes haphazard, and sometimes neatly placed, depending upon the officer using the room at any given time.

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Gregorian has arrived.

Dandelion has arrived. - Dande had to D/c at this point sadly.

Quinten arrives with: Gregorian, Dandelion

Quinten leads the way into the main office for the officers the room is pretty empty except for a healer lieutenant whose sat beind her desk reading over a report. Its Marlene one of the healers from the infirmary she looks up at us and frowns "Can i help you recruits"

Gregorian gives a very polite nod to the frowning doe "Erm, was lookin' into exams marm.."

Somewhere on the muck, Zeraph has disconnected.

Quinten smiles and nods his head "yes ma'am wanted to see about getting a form fer Recruit Dandelion, an Recruit Greg here wanted to enter too" she frowns and moves over to another desk and starts riffling through the parchment on them "Well don't you need one recruit?" she asks but Quinten grins "already enterred ma'am, Majah Darkledd saw to med yesterdays"

Gregorian looks between the pair quickly, ears seem to be unsure whether to be up or down right now, switching between the two, just to not feel so out of place he nods once and adds a "Er yes, that's right"

Quinten grins and takes the forms off her, he hands one to greg and grins "come on fill it out i'm sure te lieutenant will be your first signature"

Gregorian takes the form and looks it over slightly dubiously before he looks back to the doe "Got a quill I can borrow?"

Marlene hands him a quill and an ink pot and heads back to her desk "Just fill out your details and give it back to me"

Gregorian uses the edge of the desk to start filling it out quickly in neat writing, looking it over as he lets it dry before going to hand it back to her.

Marlene takes the form and reads over it, she signs it and hands it back "Ok you'll need to hand it to one of the Majors and ask them to sign it if they think ye meet the critieria"

Gregorian takes it off her and looks down at it, mainly to the signature, he nods to her once "Thank yah"

She waves a paw and points at the door "well recruits i think your done, now i have work to do so if you would be so kind?" Quinten nods and starts heading out "Sure thhing ma'am thank you fer yer help, come on Greg"

Gregorian follows the other buck out, still looking the form over, applying to be a fighter already, now there's a worrying thought.

Quinten grins and nudges your shoulder "Now ye don't ave ta go through with it if yer don't think yer ready Greg"

Gregorian looks up again and gives a slightly weak smile to the hare, last week he'd probably have thought he could beat up an army on his own...ok maybe not be he'd not stand with being told otherwise, he nods a little "Well, maybe could, don't know, would mean proper patrols and fightin'"

Quinten grins at you and winks "Lucky you matey, me if i'm lucky i get to become a 1st class recruit"

Gregorian smiles slightly and shakes his head a little "You'll get it no problem ol' thing, about yah've been training yah sure to"

Quinten grins and nods "I hope so, been doin me best fer months now"

Gregorian actually chuckles a bit and his old grin comes back, going to throw an arm around the other "Ye'll do fine matey" very good otter impression that he accidentally slips into accidentally before he blinks once and grins to add "Wot wot"

Quinten laughs and shakes his head "oooh hooo yer an otter now are ye my friend" he stops and turns slightly, looking up at the slightly older recruit and grinning "Not quite as slinky as one though more compact and hare shaped"

Gregorian removes his arm and stands up straight to sort out his uniform "Not at all sah, don't know wha' yah talkin' 'bout" back to hare, a small smirk going to the slinky remark

"Bah, get yah eyes off o' me Quint, I know yah remembah" sounds like he's joking anyway.

Quinten lowers his eyes and nods "Yes Greg sorry for starring" he looks back up and grins leaning up on tip toe to whisper "Can't blame me fer enjoying the view of the slinky otter pretending to be a hare" he bounces back out of reach "wait until i tell Dande about tis"

Gregorian blinks and grins marching off after the other hare "Yah just wait till I catch yah I say, I'm no ottah!"

Quinten laughs and leans back agains the wall stretching his paws up above his head "well maybe not but you sure can do a good otter accent"

Gregorian stops to looks down at him with a glare ruined by the fact he's still grinning "Hmm, well, maybe, pick somethin's up"

Quinten chuckles and reaches out a paw to pat the other buck on the shoulder "Oh come now ye must be an expert actor to do it so good, go on doa squirrel bet you'd make a great espionage hare for the patrol"

Gregorian folds his arms and smirks, whiskers twitching a little, he sighs after a moment and shakes his head, smirk still there "I grew up around ottah's, they're easy....hmm, might know squirrel a bit, 'ad a couple there....Ah don't put down tha' bow right now I'll shave ya brush bare, make ya look right like a rat it will" sounding as much like a nagging squirrel as he can, he grins again "Used tah say tha' all the time she did"

Quinten laughs and claps your shoulder again steppping closer and starring up at you again "now thats not bad at al....saw a squirrel once with shaved tail fur, looked right ridiculous it did"

Gregorian looks down at the other buck and grins "Well I don't think she actually shaved 'is tail, usually worked though and I bet 'e would a looked daft if she 'ad"

Quinten grins and nods "Oh i bet i bet, must ave been nice growing up with so many other different species,"

Gregorian calms back down again and so his grin reduces to a smile "Well there was only ottah's and a couple o' squirrels really, only one othah bally 'are too and tha' was me sisah"

Quinten grins "Well where is yer sister? aye'm surprised she's not here with us"

Gregorian shrugs and looks down at him "Don't know, wasn't so struck on idea of comin' 'ere so I came on my own, she's got more sense than anybeast though, probably back 'ome by now complainin' about 'ow I hopped off"

Quinten laugs and nods "sounds like me sis...afore se bit te biscuit in those swamps"

Gregorian raises both brows "Oh dear, am sorry about tha' Quint"

Quinten smiles and hugs you "ahhh its ok...am dealin wiv it"

Gregorian blinks at the hugging, ears twitching a little he after a delay cautiously gives a small hug back with some patting on the back.

Quinten smiles up at Greg as he's hugged back and sighs "thanks greg fer being a gud frend

Gregorian smiles slightly and nods a little, looking down at the little buck "Good friend, no problem"

Quinten leans up and kisses Greg just once, a quick peck and then lets him go "Thanks, and thats payment fer the other night" he grins and winks at Greg before he turns around beginning to head away "lets get back to the dorms, and out of the Leaders Corridor."

Gregorian blinks and just sort of stands there to let it happen, ears standing up straight he takes a moment or two longer before he starts to follow "Er...sure"

Quinten heads on down the corridor heading back to his dorm room, humming as he heads along, ears flicking from side to side, happier then he has been for several days now, he looks back at Greg and smiles before heading off again.

Gregorian just seems to follow, staring ahead at the back of Quint's head, expression rather unreadable, ears half drooped.

End log - Yup that is where we ended it. Hope you enjoyed.