"It's a meetin' o' th' battered and bruised, eh?!" (Because the Long Patrol do that)

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Salamandastron: Crater

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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.

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                 Visible Exits:

[N]ortheast [M]ountainside [Down] to Third Level

Hares: Jinora, female. Piffle, female. Felicity, female. Flare, male.

Jinora is definitely pouting. The injured recruit has stashed herself atop the mountain and tucked herself into a nook beside a large rock, a crutch propped up next to her. The teenager is stubbornly attempting to copy poses from a book on the floor, balancing on one paw (her good one), and trying - and failing - to pull the paw of her injured leg into the crook of her thigh. She reels back, catching herself against the stone behind her with a creative slew of swearing. She'll get this nonsense down if it kills her! "Alrigh', one more time then..."

She got injured, she went out, she got injured again... and Dagda and Ava chided her. Quite honestly Piff' probably should have rested up like she was told but what young hare accepts they're mortal? She's ventured to the top of the mountain today instead of venturing out into trouble and what does she hear but a 'creative slew of swearing'! "Hallo there?!" She calls out, not spotting Jinora right away.

Felicity is just coming up the path from the gardens, a bouquet of flowers in her paws, when Jinora cusses like a sailor (most likely). Her ears shoot up like a pair of spears, and she stumps up into the crater as fast as she can, which is pretty speedy, considering that she still is having to use a crutch to get around. "'Ello?? You do realize that there could be an innocent leveret roamin' around to 'ear you, right?"

Always an embarrassment, Jinora nearly falls over, but catches herself once more. "Er - hallo?" She snatches her crutch from the rock face and hobbles from behind the boulder and into view, raising a paw as the color rises in her cheeks. "E-Er, good aftahnoon, Private." She motions noncommittally to the book on the floor. "Darklett gave me a book, an'..." She shrugs. "Ah, whatevah... Ah was fallin' all over mah fat feet is what Ah was doin'. Feelin' bettah since we last spoke?" The young doe raises a skeptical eyebrow - it looks like she's gotten herself into more trouble since then. Must be a trend. A /growing/ trend, she quickly looks up as she is admonished by another be-crutchled beast. "Sorry..." She mumbles, biting back a return remark.

"Oh blimey!" Piff's eyebrows raise themselves as Felicity appears to. "It's a meetin' o' th' battered and bruised, eh?!" She doesn't have crutches and is walking fine but her right hip, right arm in -two- places, right shoulder and neck are all bandaged, hiding stitches. "I'm a'right! Y' were fallin' about o'er a bally book?"

Felicity raises an eyebrow, managing to look like she's scolding the Recruit. She must get allot of practice with her baby sister. "What on Earth were you tryin' to do? Did you injure yourself worse?" The last question seems more concerned than the first one, and her look of scolding vanishes. She smiles slightly at Piffle, but waits to see what Jinora's response is before saying anything more.

Flare is exploring the mountain as he comes into this area and whoas as he looks over at the view "You can see FAR here, wot"

Jinora raises an eyebrow. She isn't used to being addressed casually by hares outside of her small circle, not that she tries to keep to herself - quite the opposite - but, rather, her social skills are not the sharpest in the shed. The recruit frowns, not enjoying being spoken down to by someone who doesn't appear any older than herself - but, as usual, rank doesn't lie. Hmph. "Attacked by pirates." She grumbles, reaching her free paw up to scratch at the bandage on her face (no matter how many times Ava snips at her for it). To Piffle, she responds with a nervous laugh. "Aye, Darklett gave me a book'a stretches n' poses n' whatnot. Jus' a bit of a sticky business with /this/ badger hooey." She waves at her bandaged thigh, leaning her weight into the crutch. The exclamation from Flare receives a strange look. "You fresh off tha boat 'r somethin'?" Hmph.

Flare looks over "Boat lass?" He chuckles "Well I was on one, but then it broke and started to leak, rafts are not de best don't ya know and walked down the shore from the river. Simple yeah...though then I see these strange green and brown critters and no fur....like wot man..." He shakes his head as he looks at the long sandy beach, "But no worries, they be taken care of the rotters"

"Oh aye? Sounds like summat 'elpful, ya know. Oughta keep at it!" Piff' responds to Jinora. "Jus' try not to blinkin' injure y'self n'more wi' /it/ cuz that'd be really bally embarrassin'!" The expression on Piffle's face shows she's joking. She fixes Felicity with a curious glance. Which then heads over Flare's way. "Oh! Flare, right? 'Lo 'gain, ol' chap!"

Felicity nods, then starts to go ahead and hobble across the crater, heading for the doorway leading down into the Mountain. "The way I got injured doesn't sound nearly as exciting as you 2." She gives the buck an odd look. "No fur? Are you talkin' 'bout lizards? Where are you from that you wouldn't know about Lizards and toads and such, wot?"

Flare answers, "Toads lass, they were trying to kill two of your hares from here." He streches and grins "I may become one of the hares here"

Jinora hobbles back to where her book lay, still, on the ground. "Oh, aye, though with /my/ luck Ah'm sure to embarrass myself sooner or latah." She smirks; her smile is a fraction of what it once was, her recent bludgeonings leaving her muzzle a persistent shade of blotchy purple where it was broken, and her left cheek is now hidden beneath a square of wrapping where the cutlass sliced her cheek. The 'glamorous life of a Long Patrol hare' has yet to catch up with her time spent in the infirmary. "Ah don' think ye can throw a stone in this bally mountain without clunkin' some injured beast." The recruit jokes, though she remains unsure how to respond to Flare's testament.

"Nuffin' wrong wi' embarrassin' y'self, luv! 'S part an' parcel o' bein' in the bally patrol. That an' the whole blinkin' injury business, eh?" Piffle nods in agreement; injuries- so easy to come by in the Patrol. "So 'ow'd y' get injured?" She asks Felicity. She's heard Flare's story already so doesn't comment but does choose to ask. "And Flare? Did y' get to see eithah o' the majors yet?"

Felicity pauses and suppresses a sigh. She was wanting to go spend time with her long-lost-but-now-found-again uncle some more, but maybe if she answers the question, she can go. She shifts the flowers in her paw as she answers, "I 'ad started a patrol when I met a caravan that needed directions to Halyard. We got attacked, and as I killed a vixen I sprained my ankle. It 'urt. Always be careful 'ow you land after kickin' a beast in the 'ead."

With a good natured laugh, Jinora nods, tucking the book into the bag she has slung over her shoulder. "Well, ain't tha' the tale of us all. Ah wondah if we stop bruisin' after awhile?" The recruit humphs again, and leans her back against her boulder again, a paw sliding into her pocket. After a moment of quiet rummaging, she pulls her newest habit from the depths of her garb: Smoking! Courtesy of the Long Patrol! It's a clumsily rolled cigarette, part of a bundle she had purchased from the village before the whole 'pirate' fiasco. The teen looks /super/ cool as she lights her death stick, and takes a puff.

Flare listens and shakes his head "So guessing this is where we all bally well speak of injures and all?" He chuckles some.

Felicity wrinkles her nose at Jinora. "Smokin' is a nasty 'abit." She says as she heads downstairs, taking her bright flowers with her to decorate the Recovery Room with.

"I hear tha'!" Piffle agrees with Felicity. "'Ope y're back on y' bally paws and shipshape soon 'nuff! Er! Th' both o' ya, I mean." She turns to see Jinora pulling out a cigarette, frowns for a moment then shrugs. Whether she took Jinora for a smoker or not, apparently she is after all. "I dunno 'bout tha' but I blinkin' well 'ope so. Me arms been /killin'/ me. Why's it always injuries gettin' more injured, eh?" She grins and nods to Flare. "Apparently so!"

Thanks for reading! Lissie is a touch on the bossy side today; not sure why XD

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