Quinten Log 148 - 13 07 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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Horizontal is the new vertical! Darklett's flat on his back, and... Staring up. Fists clench and unclench idly, as well as his footpaws, as if he's willing himself to heal more quickly. Healers are making their rounds around the temporary infirmary, and moving hares one by one to the /actual/ infirmary as they are able. Darklett is not one of these hares. Sigh.

Neither hide nor hair has been seen of this particular hare for most of the day, but since her most recent attempt at avoiding folks was thwarted by a certain rabbit, she's decided that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Also, she has a certain injured buck to visit. She appears in the doorway, looking one way and then the other before she spots Darklett and to him she approaches.

Quinten is once again on inventory and message duty, dressed in a fresh uniform and with one ear bandaged he's sporting clipboard and stick of charcoal and listening with patience to one of the cooks who have tracked him down and appear to be either scolding him or venting displeasure at him.

Darklett just stares, fidgets, twitches, and sighs, just waiting for someone to come visit. Another big sigh escapes.

Oh no, those big sighs are just not acceptable. The Colonel snags what looks like an apple and a biscuit from a basket that is being carried around to the injured, limping the rest of the way on over to the buck. She sinks down onto her haunches, holding said apple and biscuit out to him. "Figured you could use somethin' t' eat," she offers. She looks fairly good, all things considered, freshly dressed and clean.

Quinten waves a paw at the cook and then stomps off muttering under his breath, he goes to walk past the Colonel and Darklett, trying to find where Dandelion might be, it is who he is here to see after all.

Darklett takes a quick breath as the Colonel suddenly appears above him, offering the food. "Hey..." His arms reach slowly to take the food, quite gratefully. "Thanks." He's trying to hide how tough it is to look at the Colonel for him. He's doing pretty well at it, too. "Colonel." Even laying down, he manages to bring his paw up in a salute.

Dandelion is stretched out on his back under a blanket and doing pretty much the only thing he -can - do at the moment, which is to sleep. Sitting next to him and keeping watch is yet another of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of brothers, in this case the eldest brother, Jorge - a massive looking buck with a somewhat vacant expression on his face.

Zoe_Lang offers a faint smile, shaking her head as he salutes. "Not necessary, m'lad. I should be salutin' /you/, fer the job ya did. How ya feelin'?" She reaches out, pressing the back of her paw to his forehead.

Quinten stops by Jorge and smiles, trying to remember the older bucks name before he nods, "Hey Jorge right? How's Dande doing? I'm Quinten one of his friends....wanted to see if he's any better."

Darklett's eyes go off to the side, rather predictably, at the substantial compliment given by the Colonel. "Er... Thanks, heh." He looks back up at the Colonel, trying not to linger over the missing eye. "I'm doin' better. Can't really move my upper body much except for my arms and head. And the slashes still hurt... A lot."

Jorge looks up at Quinten, and then down at Dandelion, and then back up again. After a short pause he replies, "He's sleepin'." in his ususal, somewhat slow way of speaking.

Zoe_Lang lets her paw fall back to her side, looking over Darklett quietly for a moment. But the healers have done their job well, so there's nothing for her to do. Except for the emotional support, of course. "So I hear ya took care of that marten for us, eh?"

Quinten smiles at Jorge and nods, "Think we can wake him? He should eat something and I gotta tell him I took care of Vic."

"Apparently, I did." Darklett smirks up at the Colonel. "Sorta lucked out, I guess. Didn't even know who he was 'til after I was talking to Zeraph about it. Crazy... Tried to rip me apart. Seriously thought he was gonna be the one to finally do me in, Colonel." He snorts out a quick laugh, shaking his head. "Got him, though."

"He was crazy, a'right." The Colonel offers Darklett a tired smile, reaching out to rest her paw on the nearest area of uninjured arm. Gentle pat-pat. "Glad ya made it through. And thanks."

Jorge shakes his head. "Uh, I'm not sure... He looks kinda tired..." he says, patting his little brother on the head.

Quinten smiles at Jorge and nods his head, "Arrr ok well lets leave him to sleep for now then Jorge, he'll wake up when he's good and hungry and then we can stuff him till he's too bloated to sit up."

The dark-furred buck slowly raises his own paw to reach over to place it on the Colonel's. "...Glad you made it through, too. I got a lot of relief as soon as I saw who all they had chosen not to... Kill." He gives her paw a squeeze and places it back at his side. "They'll get what's coming to 'em for what they did to you and the other tortured hares, though. As soon as I can, I'll make sure of it."

"Awh, he's not bloated..." Jorge starts, adding an "...is he?" and looking down at Dandelion.

Quinten chuckles softly and shakes hsi head, "Of course not Jorge, was joking is all, though your brother could do with a good meal inside him. Though the cooks are getting testy at not being able to send beasts off to fish, but everyones so busy with the injuried its hard to arrange things. Me i just obey orders but they act like its my fault."

"'Twas the innocent they killed, the ones that hadn't done a thing t' deserve it..." She returns the squeeze before he removes his paw, then settles hers back on her thigh. There's a minute tremble there, which she stills by covering it with her other paw. "You jus'... you jus' get bettah, though, a'right? That's the only thing ya've got t' worry about righ' now. A'right?"

"Mm...hmm." Darklett nods, though the hesitation is there in the agreement. Not because he means it, but because of the Colonel's manner of carrying herself as she sits there with him. "I'll try. I've been doing whatever the healers say," he comments. "I'll try not to think too much about the vermin and what I'm gonna do to them when I get a hold of..." He stops himself, sighing. "I'll try. Just glad to have the mountain safe again. Couldn't stand the thought of this place being a house of vermin."

Jorge nods. "Oh." he says, and pauses for a bit. "I can't go out and fish, coz' I'm watching over Dandelion." he explains.

Quinten nods his head and smiles, "Of course Jorge, and i can't go out to fish cause i've been detailed to make lists and do inventories, everyones going to be very busy for awhile." He glances at the Colonel and shifts, "I...want ta ask the Colonel something...excuse me a moment Jorge."

Zoe_Lang's faint smile grows as Darklett starts to get wrapped up in it, again. She gives an amused shake of her head. "None of us could, I don't think. But don't worry. As soon as we've had some time t' recovah, we'll all see t' their end."

"Heh. Just try not to leave me behind when the hunt starts." Darklett flashes a grin upwards at the Colonel, looking as reckless as ever, even in his mostly immobile state.

Immobile but still feisty! XD Good ole Dark. She presses off on her thighs, standing slowly. "Wouldn't dream of it, m'lad. Now you rest, eh? I'll stop in again latah." She looks down at him.

Quinten shifts away from dande and is about to approach the Colonel when another Recruit runs in and grabs his sleave and whispers to him urgently. With a looks of surprise he turns and hurries out of the room with them.

"Alright, Colonel. Glad to be back, though I can't say I'll wanna take a quick vacation to Halyard ever again, heh." Darklett salutes upwards to the Colonel again with that grin still present. "Never know what might happen when I'm gone. I'll see you."

Zoe_Lang dips her head in a nod. "Feel bettah, Dark." She offers him one more smile before she turns, heading off for the door.

- Some Time passes by

Salamandastron: Forge Room

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You are in a fairly large room, the walls rising up around you hewn from

solid rock. In the center stands a colossal object - the forge. Steam is

constantly rising from the forge due to the intense fire burning within.

The typical accessories are set around the perimeter of the forge:

billows, tongs, and a large bucket of cool water. Lining the walls are

finished and unfinished items ranging from great battle-axes to little

forks. A large ventilation shaft is above, raised higher than the rest of

the room to permit the rising heat to escape. Because of the flames the

room is well lit, although quite warm. Over in the corner of the room is

a small pile of raw ore just waiting to be molded into some implement or

another.

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There's one beast who's used the forge to work out his anger issues for more than a season, and he's hard at just that right now. Ender is pounding a piece of metal over and over with a slightly unwieldy hammer, the piece no longer hot, and flat as a leaf. The blows are erratic, and he clenches his teeth in pain every few seconds. Smash. Smash. Smash. His right paw sits rather uselessly on the anvil, no longer holding the metal. Ender's face is still stained red, sweat beginning to work the tone out of his fur.

Honestly, you'd think with the mountain swarming with attentive healers as it is, one would've tied Ender to a bed right now. He looks pretty gruesome. This is perhaps why Zoe has paused in the doorway to stare at him, leaning against the door frame. Hrm.

Quinten comes out of the Armoury his ever present clipboard held in his paws and a frown on his muzzle, he looks up charcoal stick raised and stares at Ender in surprise. "Mister...Ender? What are you doing."

Ender looks up at Quinten, not seeing Zoe. "Isn't it obvious enough?" He curls a lip and returns to the beating of the metal. However, after about three more resounding cracks, he lets the hammer fall to the anvil and turns to fully face the clipboard-wielding hare. "It seemed to me you fought well. But I'm wondering what you're doing here."

Zoe_Lang doesn't make her presence known, just yet. For now she just watches.

Quinten blinks, "I was doing inventory in the armoury, helping to put everythin back together an i came to see wot ther noise was." He goes to try and grab hold of the hammer and stop the noise. "Please...there are injured right across the hall."

Ender looks back at the anvil, and Quinten's claiming of the hammer. "I was done anyway, recruit." He decides not to pursue the Redwall story. He'd make the hare squirm some other day. "Go continue...your..." Long pause. The rabbit had trained himself to notice when another living creature was about, and despite dulled senses, he still could /feel/ another presence. Of course, he also saw her in his attempt to make no eye contact with Quinten. That helped. But...what?

But what? Well, Zoe's just standing there, for the moment. In fact, she glances over her shoulder like she might just leave. But for the moment she remains, ears perked.

But...what does she want? More punishment? What is with dames these days? Ender feels the edge of the stone block behind him, paw running over the rough surface. Grr. Might as well /ask/. "What? I mean. What d'you need?"

Quinten still has a firm grip on the Hammer and turns to look at ZOe and salutes her, "Ma'am...sorry should i leave?"

Zoe_Lang isn't quite sure who Ender is addressing. It doesn't exactly flow with with the rest of the conversation, does it? Zoe blinks, looking toward Quinten as if expecting him to respond. But instead he addresses her! Oh. "Ah, no. I was just poppin' m'head in, lad. Yer fine." She doesn't bother returning the salute, as she so rarely does. "I should be goin', anyway." So much work, so little time. All that.

Ender lets his paw raise into the air for an instant before letting it fall back to the anvil with a quiet thud, anger emanating off of him. He doesn't speak to the Colonel or

Quinten, merely stalks quietly out of the room, /brushing/ Zoe with his shoulder.

Quinten watches Ender leave and blinks before lookong to Zoe again. "Wot....is wrong with him?"

Zoe_Lang stiffens ever so slightly as Ender approaches and then, once he's past, does her level best not to just... slump. Or let Quinten see how much it's gotten to her. She offers him a small shake of her head and a humorless laugh, "I don't know, m'lad. I don't know. Do me a favah, though. Have a coupla healahs track him down. He needs... t' be tended to." She forces a tight-lipped smile and turns, staying the slight tremble in her paw by gripping it tightly in the other. "Appreciate it," she offers in farewell, starting back out through the doorway.

Quinten nods and just stands there in the forge holding the hammer and looking baffled, "Sure ma'am..i'll send some Healers after him... erm...you ok?" He calls after he as she leaves.

Haha! Of course she is! It's Zoe. "Jus' fine! Thanks!" is called out over her shoulder before she disappears from view, off to places unknown.

- Half an hour later

After everyone has left Quinten sets about putting the metal Ender was smashing the the hammer back where they belong, clipboard tucked under his arm as he works.

There's a small creak as the door opens and Greg makes his way into the forge, note made to oil that door later, after effect of the battle, bandaged paw and a slight temporary limp as well as a slightly sour look, doesn't take much to spot the other recruit and he gives a nod "Quinten, not a beast expected in here"

Quinten looks up at Greg and smiles, "Had to stop Mister Ender he was making a right racket you could hear it down in the Training ROom an we got injured, figured i'd make a start of straightening up"

Gregorian raises a brow and frowns slightly at Quinten "Ender?...Back is he?" missed seeing him and much of the others in the fighting, he looks around the room "Anyone with him?" he asks before moving to do a quick check over the room and work out what's missing.

Quinten shakes his head and picks up another hammer from where it has been thrown into a wall. "No seemed to be on his own, no sign of Flaxpaw."

Gregorian grunts "Bloody rabbit" picking up a few things himself and putting them in their rightful place with his good paw "Damn vermin too, messing up the place and everything" nothing said of the loss of beasts.

Quinten nods and sighs, "Have you seen your bedroom yet? Mine is a total shambles"

Gregorian shakes his head as he counts tools and puts them back where they belong "No, not been back there yet, been busy"

Quinten nods his head "I wanted a fresh uniform, managed to cobble one together," He flicks his ears, one of which is bandaged. "But asides from tha...whole mountain is a mess."

Gregorian pauses for a moment or two to look over the area he's been tidying up, bit of straightening up and it's not looking so bad, not too much stuff to break easily after all "So I've seen on my wander round beasts...yah seen the hare who usually works in here about? He's next chap was trying tah search out"

Quinten thinks, "I saw Jorge..dande's brother he works in here...tha who you mean?"

Gregorian pauses about to say something before he digs in his pocket and actually pulls out a list of names "One of them aye, least that's another one on the alive front"

Quinten nods and sighs leaning against the wall, "Lotsa names and hares missing...all of the mice are gone...an aall the dibbuns."

Gregorian marks two of the names on his list before tucking it away again, he stops dead as Quinten speaks though, looking to the other hare slowly "..I heard beasts were missing but..the dibbuns? All of them?"

Quinten nods his head, "seems so, most of em at least...most of the hares definatly.."

Gregorian sighs and runs a paw through his headfur, moving to sit on the edge of a table "No wonder they all look so unhappy, got the mountain back but lost their kids"

Quinten soighs and slumps atop the anvil, "Aye....tha they did, it seems realy bad greg."

Gregorian shakes his head and straightens up again, looking around the room "Not looking forward tah telling beasts of that one....we'll go aftah them of course, get them back, can expect nothing less"

Quinten smiles softly, "We won't be goin after em Greg..we're just recruits...we've done our bit now."

Gregorian taps a claw on the table and frowns slightly "Right, just recruits...yah know for a moment there, almost felt like something more important.."

Quinten sighs and his ears hang back and he fiddles with the bandaged, "Aye so did i...but i get the feelings we're gonna get pats on the head and stuffed back into training."

Gregorian gets back up again to makes his way over to the metal ready for use "Some aren't ready yet, othahs..just got tah wait till they see it" another faint sigh is given as he finds a couple of small bars the right size out of the metal pile.

Quinten remains sat on the anvil and stares into the dull darkness of the forge, "your forge is out Greg."

Gregorian doesn't go to the forge, instead he's on his way towards the door "Can sort it later, when it's needed, right now I'm going to fix my hammers, work in progress they are"

Quinten looks up and sighs, "Greg...now is not the time to be playing with your hammers."

Gregorian pauses at the door to look back at the other "Yah suggest I do something else? Go cry with the parents? Hang around just far enough away from Freddie tah pretend I'm not worried about him? Go bothah Endah ovah wot happened tah Flax? It's my distraction

Quinten until I can actually do something worth doing"

Quinten sighs and nods, "Wish i ad a distraction...sorry Greg shouldn't ave snapped....jist...i got nothing to do."

Gregorian raises a brow at him "Yah know yah really don't snap very well, should work on shouting a bit, free tah help me if yah want, I'm one paw down and bad enough at woodwork as it is"

Quinten smiles at Greg, "I can do woodwork Greg...tell me what you need."

Gregorian waves his bandaged paw "Handle of one broke on me, not something fancy having happen again, reinforce and rebuild both handles, that's the plan"

Quinten nods, "well if we bound both ends with metal they'll be stronger."

Gregorian nods slowly, leaning back into the room "True, I'd make the whole things out of metal but they're not exactly light as they are"

Quinten nods and chucklles, "I've seen those hammers Greg...they aare monsters...but come on lets go to the craft room."

Gregorian chuckles lightly and pets one in his belt "My monsters, we can even do good and tidy up while we're there" he says on his way out of the room.

Quinten laughs and hops after Greg, "Aye that we can...will be good to have somethig todo."

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Salamandastron: Crafts Room

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The room which lies before you is perhaps at first frightening in its chaotic appearance. It seems that every manner of thing that could possibly aid in the creation of anything is placed in this room. Obviously, it is mainly a room for the making of clothing, what with the vast amount of materials lying about, as well as the tools needed for the shaping and joining of the materials, but the room is also utilized for other things, though these other areas are separated from the rest. It is a fairly vast room, after all. These areas include a wood-working section as well as a much-used section quartered off for the creation of parchment paper. Also, there is a section devoted to the creation of dyes, as well as inking materials, for writing with.

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Gregorian makes his way into the room and moves out the way of the door before stopping to look at the mess "Well...doesn't look that different from usual" he jokes.

Quinten smiles and walks around the room and picks a piece of wood up off of the woodwork bench, "Ye know...looks like the vermin didn't bother with in here."

Gregorian limps his way to flop into a chair, pulling the broken hammer out of his belt to put it on the bench "Eithah that or it was so messy before can't tell the difference"

Quinten smiles and nods as he sits down in a large stool and peers at the broken hammer, "Ok gimme the one that is not broken."

Gregorian pulls out the other one to place it on the table next to the first, only difference between them being one has half a handle less than the other and a nice splintery mess in it's place.

Quinten hmms examines both hammers for a moment and then takes a wood chisel and with a couple of expert tapes yanks the handells out of both and throws them away. "Greg...those were pitiful, more like twigs."

Gregorian watches them both go flying and can only shrug "Told yah wood wasn't my thing"

Quinten smiles and takes a large lump of wood and begins to whittle it with a knife he takes off the messy desk. "They need to be thicker at the bottom then the top.

Gregorian just leans down on the table to watch the work resting his head on his good paw "Righ'...why?"

Quinten smiles at Greg, "Balance an strength Greg."

Gregorian nods a little, eyes still on the wood "Ok...makes sense"

Quinten frowns at the wood and nods and marks a few marks on a piece of paper with some charcoal, heedless of the sawdust on his tunic now. "Go make some metal straps at these four sizes."

Gregorian takes the parchment and reads through it as he rises "Hmm, alright, take a little longer cause got tah light the forge" making for the door.

Gregorian nods distractedly and heads out the door.

You say, "Good luck with the forge, i hear their right evil to start up again.""

Gregorian manages to hear and just leans back in to respond "Yah just need the right touch" and with that he's gone and it's a good long while before he's back, longer than would usually take him and flexing his injured paw on his return with a slightly pained look but he does have his job done.

Quinten is still sat at the desk surrounded by wood shavings now and with two beautifully carved pieces of wood on the table before him, scraping sand paper along them as he works.

Gregorian hobbles his way back to his chair and puts the strips down on the table "Best yah'll get out of me at the moment" despite what he says they're perfectly fine bits of metal.

Quinten smiles and takes the metal parts and begins to wrap them about the handles, once they are in place he secures them into the holes prepared for them on the hammers with a mixture of glue, sap and nails.

- Time Passes

Salamandastron: Level One

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You have come to a large intersection of paths. Passages lead off in

every direction, turning and spiraling off into the distance. There is a

clearing of sorts where they all meet, a circular 'room' which gives space

for traffic to pass smoothly in all directions.

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Quinten is walking down the stairs from upstairs, his uniform dusted with wood shavings and a chisel held in one paw and a clipboard in the other. He stops at the door to the secondary infirmary and peers up at the runined portal with a frown.

It is from the dining chamber that Zeraph emerges, but where else would it be expected? However, he has no food with him, just a bloody chain that he is coiling around his arm and looking sick. The buck glances towards Quinten as the first 'nabbing' of his attention. Nothing is stated, but he pauses.

A dibbuny voice can be heard coming from the caverns just before Taia and a slightly over-loved Fwoo emerge from the caverns. Said voice seems to be narrating something about bad beasties hetting their tails whacked. When Taia emerges, however, she spots Raph, and a big grin spreads across her face.

Quinten has started to hack at the hinges of the door, cutting into the cracked and splintered wood that is stopping him from removing the doorway and junking it. Wood splinters and the door creaks as it starts to loose its battle to stay up.

Zeraph doesn't see Taia unfortunately. He pauses in wrapping the chain up to stare at Quinten attacking the door. Hmm. The Lieutenant starts forward, ears pinning. "Hey. You get told to take that thing apart?" Maybe not as commanding as he could be, but he's just not up for it.

Taia just stands there and looks at Raph for a moment, then consults with Fwoo before she makes her way over to stand near Raph, head tilted way back to look up at him, then she looks at Quint. "Who telled ya t' take a fing part?" She queries the short recruit, then looks back to Raph proudly.

Quinten turns around and stares down at the otter dibbun then the Lit. "Lt. Buckberry, told me to get this thing out of the way so we can start using the secondary infirmary again." His ears wilt back under the Lt.'s stare, the bandage adorning one of them looking fresh.

Zeraph isn't staring at Quinten for long. Taia makes sure of that. As soon as she makes her presence known, he glances down to the otter and a smile appears for a moment. However once more his eyes are upon the recruit. "Making sure. Hope you have a door ready." He nods and then suddenly grins as he goes to kneel down and scoop Taia up. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you're safe!" From one personality to the next.. Good job. Kisses going to the pup's cheek as he lifts her easily.

Taia wraps her arms tight around Raph's neck, Fwoo kinda bumping against his back as she hangs on to him, planting a wet ottery kiss on his cheek in return. "Taia p'otected a squirr'l an dere was a bad beastie, lotsa bad beastie, an... an.... goed onna boat, an... den, den finded a lotsa long-ear beasties, an.... we was bwave, very very bwave.... an...." the little one tells all this in a rush, looking all wide-eyed at the buck with a sort of that-was-way scary look.

Quinten smiles down at the otter and nods, "You were very brave little miss, Audri told me all about how you saved her from the nasty marten who attacked her." He glances at Zer and shakes his head and turns back to attack the lower hinge. "No sir, no ones got time to make a new door, going to have to rig a curtain.

Zeraph snuggles with the otter, looking relieved as he hugs her close. "Well, I'm glad you both got out.. and that you weren't hurt." He watches Quinten kneel to hack at the lower hinge, before glancing up and down at the ruined door. Finally he smiles at Taia again.

Taia nods and kinda snuggles close to hide in the big buck's arms, peering up. "d' ovver otter saided ypu gotted captived. But he was jus playin a funny game." she informs him. Then she kinda peers out at Quint. "Yup! I lotsa bwave!" Her attention returns to unca 'tenant.

Quinten nods his head to the otter and finally has the door loose, as he pulls it away it collapses into four pieces on the floor and the recruit sighs, "Great just great....did those vermin leave anything in order."

Zeraph strokes her cheek softly, trying to figure out if he should tell her the sad truth or not. Um. Yes. It's time she didn't think of him as 'invincible'. XD With just a light flinch when the door slams down on the floor, and a cough at the saw dust that ensues, he clears his throat. "Actually, Taia, I was captured, right after I'd saved you. But I'm alright now, see?" The Lieutenant was indeed trapped from doing anything because of getting the otter to safety.

Taia jumps as much as possible when the door falls, looking reproachfully at Quint before Z'aph starts talking, then her attention goes to him. She blinks with this information, and considers him, then brings Fwoo from behind his back, and wedges him in before returning the arm to be around Raph's neck. "Unca did getted captived. But he alright now." she informs the seal, titling her head, and then nodding. "Was ya bwave?" she asks, shifting to be almost eye-level with him and looking into his eyes all thoughtful and slightly worried.

Quinten chuckles and picks up the vbarious parts of the door and smiles at Taia. "The Lt. was the bravest of hares."

"I would hope so, they didn't feed me because of it." Zeraph looks unhappy as he thinks back on this, scowling somewhat, before he realizes that the otter is staring directly into his eyes. Blink. He smirks a little, stroking her ears and then starting to lower her back to the ground. Assuming the 'all children don't like to be held very long' thing. "I'm alright, better than alright."

Taia this is actually not true of Taia at the moment, she responds to Raph starting to put her down by holding tighter and starting to get upset. "nonononono" she mutters, actually kinda scared sounding.

Quinten blinks at the otter kit and looks at the Lt. "Looks like you have your hands full sir."

What ze heck? Zeraph blinks and straightens, holding her tighter for a moment. "Ooo.. kay. Not.. gonna put you down. I'm sorry." He stares at Taia as if /he/ is worried for a second, then glances to Quinten and shrugs. "Guess so."

Taia calms again with that, though after clinging on tight for a moment or two just to be sure, she notices that Fwoo has fallen in the whole putting down attempt, and lets go with one arm to lean and peer at the floor, pointing with her now free paw. "Fwoo goed boom." She notes.

Quinten glances at the toy and leans down to pick it up and hold it out to the dibbun, the seal squished in his paws. "Here you go...erm Fwoo is ok."

Zeraph peers down. Down. At the seal upon the floor until it is picked up by Quinten. He gazes at the plushie, then grins at Taia. "He doesn't know how to hold a seal, does he?"

Taia shakes her head and looks quite sternly at Quinten, reaching out to retrieve the Fwoo pancake, and fuss over it. "Ya gotta luff a seal an don't squish 'im. 'cause he doesn't like it." she instructs, cradling the poor toy in her free arm. "Gotta be gen'le wif 'im. 'cause he be a baby." ...and a weapon, and a scout, and.... multi-talented Fwoo!

Quinten blinks at Zeraph and erms, "ahhhh ok Miss Taia...i'll make sure to be careful with erm Fwoo next time i pick him up."

Zeraph chuckles a little, balancing Taia in one arm as he smiles sideways at her. "He'll know how next time, go easy on him." The officer looks.. happy. Very happy. More so than he has in a long time.

Taia grins at Raph, and nods. "Yeah... now he know." She gives Quint a benevolent look. "Dat a'wight. Fwoo not minded too much." She kinda leans on the lt.'s shoulder, head rested on her arm around his neck, and looking all around the passageway. "Taia hungwy" She remarks finally.

Quinten nods his head and smiles at Zer. "I'm sure the Lt. will feed you soon Miss Taia, but Quint has to go throw all this broken wood on the forge fire...so see you both later."

- End Log