Quinten Log 48 - 13 02 2006
Salamandastron: Crater *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Salamandastron *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- You are on the very top of the mountain of Salamandastron: a large, bowl- shaped crater. The crater is not smooth, quite the contrary in fact. Numerous boulders and large chunks of rock are strewn around randomly, making the crater top just as craggy as any of the mountainside. The crater provides an outstanding view of the surrounding country. The sea sprawls off to the west as far as the eye can see, and north and south along the endlessly rolling sand dunes. In the distant east, a tinge of green is just visible from this height, marking the vegetation in the foothills of the Western Mountains. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* With: [DYN] Niveus [DYN] Jakk
Acutely weak to tears of any sort, Niveus finds himself bubbly and waggles a paw before picking up the distraught leveret. "Sshh, now now, lad! Stow the water or you'll drown the lot o' us," he says, offering a sullen 'tut tut.' "Ender, was it? Shame on the ol' tyrant. Now wot is this about another buck, mm?"
You page, "Yup thats the key...want my sweets from suugarboy to arrive now..." to Hallow.
When Niveus goes to pick him up, he tenses, but is lifted easily. For some reason, Jakk doesn't fight or scream, though he doesn't relax either. He rubs his eyes with a shake of his head. "Can' help it. 'M tryin' bu' they hurt me.." Sniffle. "Yeah. Ender..an' don' know who the other buck was..."
Quinten comes walking up the slope of te mountain and over the lip of te crater, he pauses when he sees Niveus and the little one, a basket in one paw loaded down with late winter greenery.
Niveus clasps the leveret between his body and the length of his left arm, clasping the tasseled end of his scarf in the confines of his right. The buck blots either side of the Jakk's muzzle with the cloth, letting it drop carelessly back into place thereafter. "No good cads, eh wot? Show me where y'hurt, boyo."
Jakk sniffles and looks up at Niveus with his ears slowly perking, letting the scarf be dabbed at his muzzle. He relaxes against the older buck, which would make it significantly easier to hold him as well. Slowly the child points to his left leg. "Had me by this leg..an'..then dropped me. M'side hurts." He gestures to that too. When the leveret suddenly notices Quinten, he hugs close to Niveus. Securely.
Quinten frowns as he heaars the levertts words and moves down the inside of the crater "Is everything ok Niveus sir?" he asks worriedly
Sorrel lets out a long, loud yawn, biceps bulging as she heaves open the heavy trap door. She is once again dressed in boxing apparell; sleeveless white shirt and black britches. Infact the braces are still on her wrists. As she clambers out of the hole, the door falls with a muted 'bang'. Blearily, she turns around, only now noticing the beasts up here.
Niveus cocks his head to the side, wetting his lips as if in thought while looking over the mentioned areas. "Y'look all right t'me, lad. Must be one tough buck, makin' it through the ol' tycoons antics. Braver than me, wot!" Craning back with the abruptly close proximity of the leveret, he turns an acknowledging glance to the approaching recruit. "Seems t'be, just havin' a little chat with m'new friend here. Nothin' the matter."
Jakk glances to Niveus, muzzle rested upon his shoulder right now, then he scowls towards Quinten as he wipes the tears from his eyes again. "'M brave.. yeah." He mumbles in return, before the dibbun sighs and buries his face to the older buck's chest with a sob.
Quinten smiles and fishes around in the basket pulling out a small turnip and holds it out to the dibbun "Well thats good to hear, we need brave hares like him in the patrol, here have a turnip, last of the season"
Sorrel yawns again, scratching her shoulder and looking about. The crying leveret catches her attention quick enough, and she walks over. Walking is quick enough with the length of her legs. She looks about as if to ask what's wrong.
Niveus turns in place so as to face the recruit, peering over the held form of the younger buck. The soldier looks befuddled, merely accepting the leveret's decision to cling tight while paying the two other hares some attention. "Er.. I say, wot might your name be anyways, little'un?"
Jakk keeps his arms tucked in front of him as he gives Quinten a look like 'go away'. "No. Don' wan' no turnip." The dibbun grunts out shortly to the recruit with his ears pinning back again. Another set of sniffles is given before he sighs up to Niveus. "M'names Jakk."
Quinten blinks "Oh uhm sure fine little one...no turnip for you.." he peers into the basket "I got some cress too?"
Niveus fishes a small paw from the leveret, shaking it jovially with his own. "Rather pleased t'meet you, Jakk. Y'can call me Nivvers, Niv, Nive.. but m'mum called me Niveus, wot wot." Glancing up from the held beast, the soldier fixes his attention on Quinten. "Wot are you up here for?"
Quinten looks at Niveus and smiles patting the basket "I was sent to the gardens Niveus to see what i could find, i got meself quite a few things just taking them downstairs"
( A small smile is given by Jakk as he returns the shake of the paw, not appearing to want to be put down anytime soon, which is strange for the kit. Quinten is ignored now, as well as Sorrel. Though mostly he hasn't seen the doe yet. "Kay. Call y'Niv then." Then he goes quiet again, seeming to be feeling better. )
Sorrel looks about, and not seeming to be noticed, sits back on a rock, tugging at her sweaty collar.
"Oh, so you're the lad they keep stickin' with the duty." Niveus replies to the recruit, glancing briefly beyond to the recently entered doe. "Go stuff a turnip down 'er throat, looks like she could use a little amusement." He snickers, returning inward to shift the leveret into the confines of his stronger right arm. "Now then, Jakk. If any o' them nasty ol' blighters try anythin' again, you let'em know I'll have their scut for breakfast. How's that, wot?"
Quinten frowns "Yes sir...i'll do that..." he starts to move towards the stairs pausing to offer a turnip to Sorrel "hey Sorrel ready for another lesson?"
Sorrel looks at the turnip, then at Quinten, with a raised eyebrow as if to ask 'turnip?! me?!' "...alright, sure, quint."
Quinten grins and nods tucking the turnip away "Ok Sorrel i'll see you down in the boxing room"
Sorrel nods, standing up. "No' if I get there first."
Quinten grins and sprints for the stairs leading down "Aye'm smaler then ye...yer can't outrun me"
Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber
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This room obviously has a rather singular purpose, and that purpose is not hard to discern, if one was only to look around. There is only about ten or fifteen feets worth of space in which to walk, around the perimeter, and the reason for this is that the rest of the space in the room is taken up by a slightly elevated fighting ring. The platform is about two feet above the floor, and upon each corner of the square platform there is a wooden post. Encircling the ring in are lengths of rope extending from each post. The floor of the platform is somewhat giving, as it is in someway padded. So far as the perimeter of the room, chin-up bars attached to the walls are staggered with benches, from which creatures can watch the fights.
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Quinten crashes through the door of the boxing chamber laughing loudly, mere inches ahead of the doe as he staggers into the boxing ring and leans on it, panting softly
Sorrel laughs, patting the buck's back as she arrives.
Sorrel laughs, patting the buck's back as she arrives. "No fair." She says, laughing. "ye 'ad a 'eadstart."
Quinten smiles back at her and chuckles "Wot...i had to stop by the kitchens to dump the basket you had plenty oh time to over take me" he smiles and stands up brushing back his head fur "So boxin?"
Sorrel nods, noticing the state her own headfur is in, and quickly undoes the tie, hair falling around her shoulders. "Heh...sure." She says, retieing it quickly.
Quinten nods and tugs out his own gloves, the thin pair he has for boxing with, pulling them over his paws hhe then unbuttons his tunic and shrugs out of it, folding it down on a bench he clambers into the ring, bare chest and fur sweaty from the run.
Sorrel nods, hopping into the ring. She has to adjust her belt, but then she's ready, rubbing at her nose a bit.
Quinten smiles and holds a paw up in front of his own nose, you can see the little pink appendage is still swollen and flatter then normal "can we try and avoid me nose ma'am? its still broken mostly"
Sorrel raises a brow, straightening a bit. "Aye? When'd ye break it, lad?" She asks, throwing a lazy punch at his midsection.
Quinten blocks the punch as best he can and sways back out of the way, bringing his paws up in a defensive position "Zeraph punched it..."
Sorrel nods. "I see...Ye box 'im often, it sounds like." she says, with a quicker jab at his shoulder.
Quinten rolls his shoulder to the left and tries to slip a quick right in under her guard whilst her arm is extended "Not too often ma'am but he's been teachin me how to fight not so by the book"
Sorrel nods, skipping to the side and avoiding it easy. "Ah. Yehr gonna be dangerous when ye grow up mate." She says with a wink. "All the does'll -flock- t'ye."
Quinten chuckles softly and winks "Now ye know...i am not too hot on tha does Sorrel" he ducks down which is easy for him being so short and tries to get a quick one two into her stomach
Sorrel palms the punches and skips back. "Aye. T'won't stop 'em from comin'. If it's one thing I learnt et's that does like Bucks that secretly like th' same thing. Y'see, tis a curse, sort of..."
Quinten laughs and smiles up at you and winks, his chest fur slicking down under his sweat "K...well that seems odd to me...how do they know? i mean me an Gre....." he claps his muzzle shut and launchhes into a flurry to try and get at you, hopin gyou didn't notice his blunder
Sorrel catches both of the paws after some effort and leans in, raising a brow and grinning. "Most o; th' time, we don't...and whose this GRe-??" She asks, ears perked forawrd
Quinten tries to tug his paws free of her grip "Uhm....noone....ye need to worry about," he tries to push back with his legs, dropping down aiming to try and throw her, straining his muscles as he tries to shift her. "is...just...some buck"
Sorrel jumps back, leaning on the ropes. "Oh come on! can' tel yehr best mate 'oo it is?" she asks, aiming a jab and uppercut at him.
Quinten ducks his head sideways, finding it easy to dodge Sorrel's attacks then before, slowly learning, turning into a pretty good boxer "Gregorian, me and him...kinda...been sneakin off to corners"
Sorrel smiles, aiming a kick to mix things up. "Tha's great, Quint...tis 'ard ta find beast who'll last. especially en th' military, I'll tell ye tha' from experience.
Quinten erfs as your kick gets him, knocking his legs out from under him, he rolls and kicks out with his left then his right, aiming at your shins as he rolls past "I know..wot ye mean Sorrel tis a dangerous life..."
Sorrel skips back, catching a kick and grunting a bit. "Well...didn't mean it -quite- like tha', but..."
Quinten bonces back to his feet and lunges with his left, following it up with his left leg "Oh? wot did yemean Sorrel?"
Sorrel frowns a bit,too distracted to block the strikes efficiently, she stumbles back. "nngh...It's hard ta find somebeast 'oo -stays- inlove wit' ye..."
Quinten blinks and nods "Ooooh right...aye see wot ye mean...well i guess...i just gotta see how things go wid Greg" he stops puncing and moves backwards "Ye ok Sorrel?"
Sorrel nods, tapping her footpaw a bit. "yea...jus' Th' last time somethin' like tha happened..." She chuckles a bit. "Ye could say I neva got ova it..."
Quinten nods "Well you got ye buck at the moment Sorrel thats good isn't it?"
Sorrel nods. "Aye...Jus' we neva see each otha that often...th' shifts ye know...I mean I'm over the last buck...jus' th' -way- it was over, I neva really let go..."
Quinten hops closer and pats your shoulder "Oh well Sorrel....tis ok ye'll see him more after ye wed i am sure"
Sorrel blinks. "Afta...afta wot?" She blinks, looking down at the younger one. "Oh1...We're not sure if we're gonna get married yet..." She says, laughing slightly.
Quinten tilts his head to one side and smiles "Ahhhh aye'm sure ye will or at least ave a damn roight good time..."
Sorrel smiles. Aye...well...yea..." She says rubbing her neck, which still has the red marks. In fact, they're there almost every day, now.
Quinten frowns at the marks and chuckles softly "If you ever need a quiet spot...the ole badger lords rooms are good an quiet"
Sorrel's eyes widen and she laughs. "Aye well, I think I've got th' places down, an' we're able ta manage..."
Quinten chuckles and nods "Well...at least you can like...be affectionate in public"
Sorrel sighs, sliding down to sit on the mat "I guess...though if any 'igher rank walks by..."
Quinten nod nods "True ture....we got to hide it, we nearly blew it...well i nearly blew it in front of Ender the other day"
Sorrel blinks. "'ow could ye do tha'...?"
Quinten shrugs "Kinda went to hug Greg withouut thinking and some rabbit accused us of being partners in front of Ender"
Sorrel sighed. "Aye well...Some people 're stupid..."
Quinten leans up and hugs you "Ya thats too true"
Sorrel reahces an arm around to ruffle the buck's headfur. "Well...otha than that, 'ow ye feelin'?" She asks, patting him on the shoulder and letting her arm just rest there.
Quinten leans against the ropes and smiles "I've been pretty good, i got told i could enter the exams so applied"
Sorrel nods. "Are ye nervous?" Her ears perk a bit."
Quinten nods "Ya...a bit...but the major and Zeraph say i can do it"
Sorrel nod. "Well, I think ye can to. Yehr a fast learner, Quint."
Quinten smiles up at you "Thanks Sorrel...that means alot i've been trying me best...an the Colonel even liked me article writing too"
Sorrel nods, looking down at him. "Oh really? wot'd et about?"
Quinten smiles and pulls a piece of parchment out of a pocket on his trousers and holds it up "Its about life ere in the mountain fer a recruit"
Sorrel takes it in one paw. As she reads it, her mouths moves, and she shifts to get into a more comfortable position, adjusting her drenched shirt. a wet white shirt is not exactly best, but then again, Quinten didn't exactly like does...
Quinten is watching Sorrel head tilted to one side and smiling as he enjoys the view, he may not like does per se but he's not going to say no to a wet shirt. He is after all a teenaher
Sorrel finishes it, and hadns it back to him, smiling. "Et's great1 A 'ell o' a lot betta than I could do..."
Quinten smiles and tucks it away "Thanks sorrel i'm writing another one on the officers at the moment"
Sorrel nods. "Fer a class...?" she asks still in the half- embrace with him.
Quinten tilts his head back and smiles "Class fer wot? oh no am doin it cause i want to"
Sorrel nods. "s' great! y'know, if ye were ten or eleven, Quint..." She says jokingly.
Quinten blinks "Wot do ye mean if i was ten or eleven? aye'm old enough to be writing this kind of thing"
Sorrel chuckles a bit. "ahh nothin'..." She says, looking up at the ceiling.
Quinten frowns and prods her stomach "Wot come on tell me"
Sorrel puts a paw in his face. "Nuthin' neva mind. Just a joke. If I took time explainin' it, t'wouldn't be funny anymore.
Quinten nods "Well ok then Sorrel" he hugs her and steps back "So shall we carry on?"
Sorrel nods, standing up again, and fixing the straps that hold her chest together. "Sure, why not?"
Quinten smiles and sets himself into the defensive again "Great i like boxing wid ye Sorrel"
Sorrel nods. "Aye, yehr a worthy opponent, she says, grinning.
Quinten smirks and darts forwards, paws flickinbg "Only cause you an the Lieutenant taught me so"
Sorrel nods. "But still, ye learn fasta than most." She points out, going for an uppercut, and quick series of jabs.
Quinten manages to dodge the uppercut but the jabs get him, catching him in the stomach and causing him to have to dodge back
Sorrel looks up, smiling. Well, ye still gotta work on yehr speed a bit, but not much else..."
Quinten nods and drops low lashing out with his right foot paw and leaping back up aiming to uppercut her from below
Quinten hops out of the ring when Sorrel takes her l eave to go meet her buck, he picks up his tunic and grabs a towel, letting it dangle around his neck and down his chest as he heads out
Salamandastron: Level Three
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This is the main intersection chamber on the third level of the mountain's
catacomb-like tunnels. Numerous passages lead off in all directions from
the almost perfectly round clearing, hewn into the living rock.
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With:
[DYN] Zoey. (Zoe_Lang)
[DYN] Coping? Me? (Ender)
[DYN] Not just any old hare... (Darklett)'s a Long Patrol Major!
He might not drop her, but she might trip. Zoe does her best to steady him, reaching her free paw around to rest overtop his forearm. No falling, Ender! "Disruptive, eh? I didn't find 'er so." She stares intently at the floor below. So close, yet so far.
Quinten is coming up the stairs from downstairs, his tunic folded over one arm and a towel around his neck, the scent of sweaty hare clinging to the younger buck as he heads up the mountain intent on using the baths to clean up
Ender watches Quinten walk past him, and if he knew whom it was, his face may have carried some disgust. "R-rotten stench, eh?" He says. Ender reaches a tentative paw down the first step, loses his center of balance, and begins to sway. He grapples with his free paw, pushing against the wall. "That was, erm, close, eh?" Ender topples forward, smacking into the first step fairly hard, fortunately not rolling.
Ender's going down yanks Zoe, unwilling to let go, down as well. She bangs one knee smartly, and then the paw held down to stop herself. She hisses between clenched teeth but turns, reaching for Ender. "Endah? You a'right, there?"
Quinten stops and looks back edging to one side he glances at the drunk rabbit and then the colonel and salutes, tugging his towel around his shoulders tightly "errr...need a hand ma'am?"
Ender chunners quietly to himself for a few moments, before his eyes snap open and he looks at Zoe. "Mmm..y-you are a pre-" Even as drunk as he is, he couldn't say that. Not to her face. His nose beginning to bleed, Ender slowly stands, testing each of his limbs, afraid to look at the Colonel. "'M aw-alright, Miss F-" Again, he cuts himself off, grabbing his hip and yelping. "I'm...alright. Fine, eh?
"Oh, bloody 'ell..." This is muttered when she sees him grabbing for his hip. She stands as well, despite the loud popping of her knee, and without any more ceremony moves to slip an arm under under his and around his back, to help him stay off of the injured hip. "'Ere," she coaxes, "let's turn back around t' the landin'." She flicks a glance at Quinten, and nods. "Go get two strong hares, wouldja lad?"
Quinten's ears sag at that order, taking it to mean that yet again they don't think of him as strong just because he's strong. He manages to hide it from showing on his muzzle and salutes "Yes ma'am" he races past the two elderly beasts, one Hare and one Rabbot and into the main infirmary
Ender stands with Zoe's help, and glowers at her. "I am absolutely, erm, fine" He splutters, the pain taking away a bit of the alcoholic haze. "Let's just, just, go to the library, eh?" The rabbit weakly tugs at her as he speaks.
Zoe_Lang resists Ender's tugging, which isn't difficult. "C'mon, come ovah here 'n' lean against the wall fer me... that's a good fellah." She gently but relentlessly leads him awaaaay from the stairs and toward said wall.
The infirmary door opens and Quinten comes back out, the short hare leading two large bucks, carrying a stretcher between them, Quinten salutes the Colonel "I got them ma'am, an a stretcher"
Ender glares furiously at the arrival of the stretcher. /Maintain independence/, he thinks. "I don't need that!" He shouts, his voice shrill. After a quick cough, and 'ahem' to clear his throat, he continues; "I can w-walk around, erm, fine! I've had m-m-muuuch worse." The rabbit pushes against Zoe, barely willing to use any of his considerably...puny strength.
"A'right, set down the stretchah... there ya go." Zoe nods to the two bucks, then gestures to Quinten with her free paw. "Come help me, lad. Take his othah arm." Though at Ender's protestations, she pauses. "... Endah, please. Just let me do this 'n' have ya checked out? D'ya know how times I've had t'be carried on a stretchah? More times'n I care t'related."
Quinten moves over to try and take Ender's other arm "Come along Mister Ender...you don't want to upset the Colonel do you?" he flicks his ears back and attempts to support Ender's weight if he'll let him.
Ender struggles a bit more, not wanting to relinquish his own independence, not wanting to make Zoe unhappy. Finally he shrugs off their help and lies down on the stretcher.
"Bugger!" He cries, as he is picked up. A torrent of other words is directed at the bucks.
Darklett steps up the stairs, mug in paw, evidently heading for the rec room. Of course, when he spots a scene most definitely worth walking in on, he goes wide-eyed and steps forward a few paces. "Uh... Evening! What's goin' on, here?" He tip-toes, looking for any sign of injury.
Zoe_Lang's teeth grit as Ender helps himself down and cries out, generally what she was trying to avoid. She limps back a step to give the stretcher some room, directing them towards the upper set of stairs. "Head on up t'the infirmary. I'll follow aftah." Darklett's entrance catches her attention, and she glances around. "Just a bit of a mishap, Majah."
Quinten shakes his head as Ender cries out as he refuses their help and sits down "Oh dear..." he salutes the major and turns back to the Colonel "Need my help with anything else ma'am or can i go take my bath?" he plucks at the towel around his shoulders
The foul language grows distant, but only worse as Ender is carried away from them. Among other things, he yells; "Thanks for your concern, eh?" None too happy with their job, the bucks quickly enter the infirmary.
Darklett's ears fold over as he watches Ender get carried off... "...Huh? Mishap?" He turns to the Colonel and Quinten, looking a bit confused. "...What kind of mishap?"
Once the stretcher is out of sight, Zoe sighs and backs up until she finds the wall. She leans down, alternately rubbing at aching knee and massaging her already-swelling wrist. Ahh, old age. Injury happens so easily. "Ole End got 'imself drunk. We had a bit o' a fall on the stairs. May've broken 'is hip." Grimace.
Quinten stands to one side still, letting his paw fall from his salute, still waiting to be dismissed or given a new order, twitching his towel and sniffing at the air around him, yup he definatly needs that bath, Sorrel but him through his paces again and he stinks, he's sure of it.
Darklett watches Zoe carefully, his folded ears drooping a bit lower at both the recollection and the sight of the Colonel's aching joints. >.< Geezer. "Ah, that's not good..." He eyes Quinten and his towel, and... Well, he still doesn't know what -half- the story is here. :P
Quinten's words finally reach the Colonel, as well as his stinch. Her nose wrinkles in faint distaste, and she waves her paw at him. "... Go if ya want." She pulls up her pantleg, eyeing the bruised knee. Yech. "Bloody drunk beasts..."
Quinten notes the wrinkled nose and salutes again "Yes ma'am thanks an sorry...fer fillin yer nose wiv me stench, but then i'd have thought you were used to recruits fresh from training" he smiles at te Major and salutes again "I managed to beat Sorrel today sah"
Darklett raises his eyebrows, eyeing up Quinten. "...You did? Well! That's an improvement, definitely... Keep it up, recruit. But really," he says, waving a paw over his nostrils. "Go, get a bath. Maybe we can box a bit tomorrow?"
Quinten smiles and nods "I'd like that sir, not had a chance to box with you before would be an education" he salutes you both and heads off to the bathroom, opening the door and ducking inside, a skip to his step as he vanishes from sight.
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