Don't make her mad also entitled "...well, I didn't kill Feanor, so I guess we're sort of goodish, maybe." (Long Patrol log in Salamandastron)
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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Visible Exits:
[Arm]ory [Out]
Monty the male hare, the only person whose name doesn't start with an F. Felicity 'Lissie' the female hare. Feanor the male hare. Flint the 3rd male hare.
Having not gotten very much sleep at all the previous evening for various reasons, Monty had decided to pay a visit to the training room. He had planned to try and get out some excess energy and to perhaps tire himself out so he'd be able to sleep better that evening. It also didn't hurt to brush up on a handful of skills, as well. Currently, the young buck is working on strengthening his arms, shoulders and upper back by doing pull-ups...on what else? The pull-up bar! Gripping the bar tightly with his paws, he easily pulls himself up so his chin goes just above the bar, then he lowers himself down again, only to pull himself back up a moment later. He seems to have gotten a rhythm down, as he works on finishing a set of 20.
Felicity has had a rough few days, too. She can't find the badger Dibbun, and it's ticking her off like nothin' else. So, since she's back on a quick break from scouting, she's decided to come to the training room and kill inanimate things. They probably deserve it. She storms into the room, eyes blinded by tears, and, oblivious to the other hare in the room, she grabs a wooden short sword and proceeds to expertly beat the figurative stuffing out of a practice dummy that looks worn enough to explode into a cloud of literal stuffing at a moment's notice. Does she notice? Uh, that would be a 'no'. As in.....no. She is oblivious. To basically everything. Fake hooray.
Finishing the pull-ups, Monty drops down from the bar...at that moment, Felicity barges into the room and begins to beat the living crap out of one of the practice dummies. Monty blinks, standing there and staring at the doe first with confusion, then with concern as he notices how worked up she seems to be. Wisely remaining a good distance away from the doe, the buck nevertheless moves a bit closer despite her likely not noticing him. "Excuse me, but, um...is everything alright?" he asks, meekly, not wishing to turn her wrath upon him, but yet honestly concerned about the other Patroller. "Wait, that's a really dumb question. Of course it isn't, otherwise you...wouldn't be beating the stuffing out of that dummy...heh..." he chuckles. "If I can rephrase the question, what is wrong if you don't mind my asking?" He picks up a towel and wipes his brow with it, glancing at Felicity.
In response, Lissie drops the sword and starts with surprise. As the wooden weapon clatters to the floor, she hastily wipes her cheeks dry of tears. "Oh....s....sorry, I didn't know anybeast else was in 'ere...." ignoring the question for the moment, she picks the sword back up and pokes the tear in the dummy, from which stuffing starts to spill out. "I.....didn't mean to do that...." more tears trickle down her cheeks as the innocent spilled stuffing accidentally reminds her of how much of a failure she feels like right now. "....I.....s.....sorry......"
Tossing the towel to the side after toweling the rest of himself off, Monty waves a paw, "Oh, er, nonsense, no need to apologize. I tend to be rather, eh...quiet, I suppose, so I'm easily ignored." Trying for a little bit of a joke, the young buck notices the tears, and so he puts the joking off to the side for a moment as he cautiously approaches Felicity. "I most certainly wouldn't want to be anybeast who got in your way," he replies, as he spots the beaten dummy, and he gives an awkward smile. Because yes, he is the King of Awkwardness. Giving a sigh, he scratches at an ear. "I totally understand how you feel right now, more than you know. I've been having my own, er, struggles...as of late. So if you feel like talking, feel free. And if not, feel free to continue beating the stuffing out of that guy." Smile.
Felicity sniffles, trying to hold her tears back, then she hiccups and, as the tears pour down her face again, the story comes out in a rush: "The ambassadors from Redwall were 'ere a few seasons ago and the Abbey Recordah adopted a badgah Dibbun who was orphaned by a storm an' then they left, but I've seen Xandah recently an' as fah as I c'n tell 'e's a....a slave but I can't /find/ 'im again and....an' I dunno what terrible th....things are 'app....'appenin' to 'im but I can't find 'im an' so I can't 'elp....'elp 'im!" She breaks down sobbing and sits on the floor, wooden sword and torn practice dummy forgotten as she covers her face and sobs with frustration and sorrow.
Feanor slouches into the room, glancing to Felicity and blinking a few times. "Bloody 'ell," he mutters, along with a few other disgruntled mumblings of sorts. Hearing the last bit of the lass's woes, he shrugs. "Well," he pipes up, "Blubberin' an' whingin' ain't gonna make a difference, wot?"
Monty, instead of being surprised at Felicity's story, actually seems to be quite familiar with it. He had been involved in a situation involving Xander's kidnapper a few days ago. The young buck moves over to where Felicity is sitting, and moves to rest a comforting paw on her shoulder. As Feanor enters the room rather brusquely and offers up his advice, Monty gives him a look as if to say 'I wouldn't do that right now'. "I understand how you feel right now, but in a way, this bloke is right. Nothing's wrong with showing emotion...heck, I usually can never tell if I'm going to punch the heck out of a wall or burst into tears from day to day...but it's not going to help find Xander. I'm actually much more familiar with this story than you think...heh." Monty smirks a little. "If makes you feel any better, I punched the skull out of one of the ferrets who hung out with the wildcat...."
Felicity would be very comforted by Monty's words, but Feanor's just overrides them, and a few seconds after the first buck offers a paw of comfort, Lissie is up and glaring at the newcomer, paws curled into fists as she screams at him, "WHAT DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN DOIN' FOR THE PAST MONTH, Y'ALF-BRAINED SON OF A BILGERAT?!?! I almost got m'self KILLED by a freakin' WOLVERINE who ripped 2 othah beasts in 'alf! I'm just 'ere on a forced break and to make a report!" Monty's words, however, sink in before she can start yelling anything profane or start punching Feanor's lights out, and so she whirls around and goes to grab poor Monty's shoulders and demands in a shrill voice, "Y'saw the wildcat?! Where?? What 'appened?!" Distracted easily right now, be careful.
Feanor is taken aback by Felicity's outburst, putting his paws up in surrender and raising his eyebrows. "Whoa. Steady on, wot?" He nods a discreet thanks to Monty behind the haremaid's back for saving his scut.
Monty makes sure to put himself in between Felicity and Feanor as the doe suddenly goes off on the other hare. "Hey, hey, it's alright, just calm yourself...I'm sure he didn't meant any harm. Did you, sir?" Monty eyes Feanor, hoping that the other buck says the right thing this time. As Felicity suddenly grabs his shoulders and starts firing off a series of questions, the buck takes a step back, holding a paw out. "Aye, I did..." he responds, quietly. "It was in the tavern, a few days ago. Adrian and I were there, and the wildcat came in with a ferret, I'm guessing a hired goon. They looked suspicious, so we decided to ask them a few questions. They didn't like it, decided to attack us, so...we defended ourselves." Monty shrugs. "Adrian got an elbow in the jaw. I killed the ferret. The wildcat ran away, as coward are wont to do..."
"But did y'/see/ Xandah? Is 'e alright? Did y'get any clues as to where 'e might be?" Lissie is pleading, trying to find out if the Dibbun is alright, not knowing how badly the badger is being emotionally traumatized, possibly at this very moment. Ignoring the fact that Adrian got hit in the jaw, the haremaid releases the buck and turns away, paws to her temples as she tries to think through her lack of sleep and turmoiled emotions.
"Nay, sir, I did not," Feanor says lamely, eyes glinting slightly. "Just a bit...surprised, wot." He stands there uncertainly. He was going to train, but now he's not really in the mood to.
Flint hears voices...shouting, umm crying once? In the training room and peeks inside "Is...all bally well ok in here?" He waits on a reply to the question as he goes to further step in, very carefully.
Monty shakes his head, frowning a bit. "No, I didn't see him, unfortunately. The wildcat didn't seem to be in the mood for much talking at the time. As I said, we tried asking him questions, but he decided to attack us." The buck shrugs. "I haven't seen him since. I've not been allowed down to the village by myself lately due to various, er...occurrances, you see...so I'm not quite sure what's been going on since then. I'm assuming Xander is still alive, and being that he is a badger, I'm sure he's fighting as hard as he can against whatever he is being subjected to..."
Felicity shakes her head and bangs her paw into the stuffed dummy, making even more stuffing come spilling out onto the floor. "'E's just a Dibbun, only a little oldah than my baby sistah! Not even a /badgah/ can resist torture of any sort forevah!" When her Uncle peeks in, she sniffles again and says, "No....well, I didn't kill Feanor, so I guess we're sort of goodish, maybe."
"Oy--" Feanor begins, but then sees the haremaid's face and wisely decides to busy himself with cleaning his sabre instead of talking any more.
Flint slips the rest of the way inside "I have not been in town since the trip to the swamplands...side still hurts a little"
Felicity looks at her uncle, confused. "What'd ya go to the swamplands for?" Having been spending almost every day in Halyard for the past while, she's been oblivious to anything else other than her mission to find Xander. Refusing to participate in friendship-destroying gossip, the haremaid has only been filling out her reports and handing them off to the proper corporals, eating, sleeping, training, hanging out with her sister, then going back on her search for the missing Dibbun. So she has no idea what happened to her Uncle. Or that anybeast from the Mountain was missing. Fake hooray.
Flint nods "Major Dagda and Major Taye were captures and couple others, I told de Badger Lord I wanted to help, I..." He frowns remembering his 3 seasons "I could help get some hare around the swamps cause knew my way around th' swamps...so I went with his Lordship and some other hares to save the captured hares, it was...succesful "
Feanor continues to polish his sabre carefully, showing it far more affection and care than he does his interactions with other beasts. He goes quiet, other than mutterings.
Felicity listens, shocked. "Oh, Uncle Flint...." she walks over to him and offers him a hug. "You are so brave. I'm so proud o' you..."
Flint allows the hug and nods, "I may do a walk on the beach ere' soon...care ta join lass?"
Feanor remains inside, polishing his sabre, seeing as he's probably not welcome to join the other hares at the moment.
Felicity nods and rubs at her eyes a little more. "Y....yeah, that'd.....that'd be great, Uncle Flint. Th....thanks..." she barely manages a half smile, then walks out the door, muttering something about changing her clothes.
Flint nods and waits till she is ready to head out, maybe an hour along the beach then dinner, as no hare is EVER late for dinner!!
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