Quinten Log 155

The training room is empty at this time of day, most hares still at

lunch or in classes. There is one beast in here however using the gym area to

do push ups. It is Quinten wearing a loin cloth of all things and working

himself as hard as he can, He pauses ever three to four minutes and

examines his fur, he's gone and dyed himself black again and appears to

be testing how it holds up under strenous conditions.

Time for overseeing some training. Hmhmhm... Oh. It's empty. Nevermind

then. He turns and is about to leave, before he spots Quinten, and ahs

to himself, heading over towards the private. He's in full uniform, 'cause

recruits react so spastically to it. "Hey, Quinten," he calls out, a

few paces away from the exercising hare.

Quinten pauses on the upward thrust of a push up, holding himself up

with just his arms, he flicks his ears up and lifts his head, blowing sweat

from his whiskers and smiling. "Major.....your a sight sore eyes, it

is good ta see ye back in uniform..." he pauses and looks down at himself

and then gets back up onto his feet and salutes."

"Heh. Thanks. Good to see you... Not at all in uniform, I guess."

Darklett smirks, looking down at the private. "How're you doin'? Don't let me

interrupt you, finish whatever you're doing first." He waves his paw,

and backs off, looking over the mannequins briefly.

Quinten nods and shuffles somewhat at the comment about his uniform,

eyeing the spot where he left it on a bench before lowering down and

resuming his exercises, grunting everynow as he works. "Just testing me

dye sah... since i got some free time, i changed how it is made got to

see if it still goes funny if we sweat."

Darklett nods. "Seems to be holding up alright to me," he says, giving

a glance to Quinten's fur as he does, as if to confirm what he just said.

"You writing your mixture down so somebeast else can do it in the case

that you're not here?"

Quinten stands up and examines his fur and nods, "Yeah...it is holding

which is good." He looks back up and smiles. "And yes sir, am working

on it with one of the healers. Making notes and everything, based it off a

formula used in some vermin horde, seasons back."

"Huh. Well, thanks to the vermin for that." Darklett inspects one of

the training dummies closer. "Hm. Gonna have to patch some of these up

sometime. Beaten to Hellsgates and back..." His ears flicker about and

he goes back to Quinten. "Gettin' used to being out of the recruit

program?"

Quinten has moved over to his uniform and is using a towel to clean off

his fur some. "Aye sir, it certainly was a bit of a shock that

promotion. Just waiting to hear about assignments and all that."

Darklett watches to see if the towel rubs any of the dye off. "Yeah.

I'm waitin' on 'em, too..." He rolls on his footpaws, thinking to himself.

Grin. "Wonder who I'm gonna end up with out of all the promoted

recruits..."

Quinten holds up his white towel and smiles softly, thankfully it is

still white and the recruit is still matt black. "This stuff is good.." he

strikes a pose with the towel over one shoulder. "Wot do you think sah

does the black suit me?" he winks at Darklett and grins. "I'm sure

you'll get a good bunch of Privates to your patrol sir."

Darklett grins wide, teeth clenched shut as he snorts out a laugh. "I'd

go with your natural fur color, actually. Though the dye... Is looking

really good. Good stuff, Quinten." He compliments the private, and grins,

rolling on his footpaws even more. "I'm sure. I mean, after all, there really

aren't any /bad/ privates in the patrol. Right?"

Quinten smirks and starts to pull on his tunic buttoning it over his

fur, "I'll take your word on it Major, but can i have permission to keep

this in awhile? I want to test it properly. So we can make sure it is

durable.

Quinten he then grins and winks. "of course there aren't sir, we're all

good and raring to get assignments."

"Sure thing, keep it on as long as you need to." Darklett nods

approval, scratching at the side of his head for a moment. "Don't think it'll

cause any problems. Besides..." He chuckles. "It's probably a good

conversation starter."

Quinten smirks and winks, "it sure does come in handy for confusing

people, most people can't seem to recognise me until i speak. Which

makes a change, it is usualy, "Oh there is the short one, must be Quint." He

chuckles and flicks his ears forwards. "So Major.. what is it like to

be back with us?"

"Huh... Well. It's basically like it was when I was with you guys

before." Darklett shrugs with a grin. "I mean, I get a few more stares and

murmurs, but..." Another shrug. "Nothin' that bothers me or anything."

Quinten nods his head and chuckles. "aye but all us Privates are just

waiting to hear who we get assigned to, any idea when we will hear?"

Darklett shakes his head. "Unfortunately, no. I'm wondering, myself,

heh." The major pockets his paws, going back to swaying. "I wonder if I

missed out on something. Like a pool."

Quinten chuckles and winks, "Thinking you might end up with all of the

Privates no one else wants, like me and Dande?" He chuckles and he tugs

his trousers on and smoothes down the lines of his black uniform. "Ok

now how do i look? Ready for a night mission of some sort? Or moving

through the dark landscape of a swamp? I was thinking....i could make other

colours, for woodlands and such but that would be tricker."

Darklett snorts out loud. But. He doesn't answer to the positive or

negative. Just because he's not a recruit anymore doesn't mean he can't

mess with him! "That would be great if you could get a dark green, or

something. Maybe even a yellow, for the sand out there..."

Quinten grins at the Major and curses silently, not going to get any

straight asnwers here it seems. "I think i can do green at least, the

original notes i found made it a bright blue. Seems this wild cat who

conqured the mountain had a thing for blue horde beasts."

"Huh. Well, I can see. I'd be more afraid of a blue rat than a brown

one..." Dark shrugs, smirking. "Of course, I tend to not be afraid of

rats anymore at all, so. Yet to meet a blue one, though..."

Quinten gtins back at the major and winks. "I'll see if i can arrange

one for you to kill sir. Of course if i do manage to make Green i'll need a

test patrol to try it out in the woods." he grins hopefully at that

idea.

Darklett grins at the private, shaking his head. "If you can find me

one, then I'll bet you'll want to kill it before I do." Scratch at his chin.

"Hopefully I don't ever run into a green rat... THAT I might be afraid

of..." Smirk.

Quinten laughs softly, "Well the rats me and your brother ran into

where pretty Green, to think they had a chance against him. He was really

good with his staff..." he pauses remembering the lecture from last time and

shifts tacks. "I sent him a letter the other day."

"Heh. Beaten by a cripple? Green rats must not be too tough after

all..." Dark just smirks it off, actually letting it spread out into a grin.

"Oh? About what?" He leans against one of the mannequins, putting his arm

around it as if it were a good old buddy from days long ago.

Quinten chuckles somewhat at the major's pose around the mannequin and

sitsdown on a bench and picks up a pair of hand weights and starts to

move them up and down. "Told him about me promotion, everything that happened

here, and how you led the rescue party. Also asked him how things are in the

abbey and with the bell tower.""

Darklett ahs, nodding and leaning more heavily into the mannequin,

resting against it. "Should be getting a reply from him any time now. I sent

him a letter, too."

Quinten brings the weights up to shoulder height and lowers them back

down again. "Oh? what did you ask him about? I was also wondering how he was

doing without all his big brawny otter slaves, as they seem to have

revolted to have a bit of a party upshore."

"Just how he's doin'. Bell tower stuff, how the Order's doin'..."

Darklett shrugs, tapping at the mannequin's opposite 'shoulder' as he thinks.

"Haven't seen him in... Seasons." He twists his mouth to the side, gaze

dipping low.

Quinten shifts a bit uncomforably and looks at the ground as he works

on his weight lifting. "Well sir...maybe you could take an extended patrol

out to the abbey, pop in and see him"

"Mmm... Nah. I don't know if I wanna go back there. It's a really long

way away, and..." Shrug. Darklett shakes the dummy a little bit. "Don't

agree with much of what they do to their visitors."

Quinten nods his head, "you mean feed em into imobility?"

"Well... No, I mean treat them like they're... Lower, or something."

Darklett is getting a little sour about it all, and he dismisses it

with a shake of his head. "Besides. I don't know if we'd really have much to

talk about..."

Quinten nods and frowns as he lowers the weights down. "I...can see

what you mean Major, they did treat us hares like a novelty almost, as if we

where a special case of Ruffian."

"Heh. Well..." Darklett shrugs. "I don't know. Probably not gonna go

visit, and that's that." He lets go of the mannequin, but still lean

against it.

Quinten stands up and looks Darklett up and down and goes to grab a

practice sabre. "come on sah... lets spar i'm yet to beat you in a

sword fight.

"Well..." Hm. Darklett looks around the training room, and... nods.

"Alright." He follows Quinten to the rack and grabs a practice sword of

his own, going out to a more open area of the training room.

Quinten smiles and bobs out to a free area and sets himself, holding

the sabre in one paw and smiling. "Maybe it is the black fur. Maybe i have

stumbled on your great secret/"

Darklett chuckles, shaking his head. "Please... Don't flatter me. I'm

by no means the one you need to look up to when it comes to fighting..."

Darklett smirks and gets ready in a defensive stance.

Quinten circles to the right of the Major and then darts in, trying to

snap his sword in across his guard. "well sir you already have my

respect, always have done"

Darklett spins with the circling, parrying back a step with the darting

in, out of range, following with a counter, swinging down at Quinten's

shoulder overhead, footpaws poised for quick movement.

Quinten Ldarts to the right and swings his own sword back and up,

bringing it verticle to fend off the attack to his shoulder. A grin on his

muzzle as he darts around and to the left again.

Darklett sweeps his footpaw out and drags it in a slide towards

Quinten, predicting the movement and ducking low, swinging wide and horizontally

at his midsection.

Quinten yelps as he's paws are yanked out from under him, sending him

onto his back, Darklett's sword passing over where his chest was a moment

ago and getting him in the side of the neck. The young buck lies back on

the floor panting and grins. "see i thought to meself...do i use me

paws...but i chose not to. That was a mistake on my part wasn't it?

Darklett looks down at Quinten with a grin, shaking his head. "No, I'da

done you in quicker if you were unarmed, I think. Unless you wanna

try...?" He shrugs, offering a paw to help the private up.

Quinten accepts the paw and stands back up. "aye meant using me paws as

well as tha sword. I'm not so good at utilising all me skills." He then

grins at the older buck. "Though if you want to go paw to paw in a

wrestling match wid me i won't say no!"

Darklett grins. "Uh... Well." The major thinks for a second, then

shakes his head. "I really shouldn't. My sides still need to completely heal.

Maybe some other time, alright?"

Quinten nods and sighs dramaticly. "Me reputatioon preceeds me once

again, no one will wrestle wid me cause i'm just too good." He then winks at

the dark hare. "no worries sir, though i'll work on Operation dye the Major

Green."

Darklett rolls his eyes. "I don't know about that. If I were healthy

enough, I'd gladly give you a tour of the wrestling mat..." Darklett

chuckles, shaking his head. "I think I can box, though, if you're up

for it...?"

Quinten raises his paws and winks at Darklett. "have at ye you rogue

you...to tha winner the colour green an a long slog through he swamps

to test how it blends in." he winks and waits for Darklett.

Darklett looks oddly at Quinten. "Don't you think we should go wrap our

paws first? I mean... Don't want you getting /seriously/ hurt, or

anything..." He grins and starts walking towards the exit of the

training

Quinten chuckles and bounces after Darklett, "Ahhh been too long since

i sparred against someone else. Good point, lets go make use of the

boxing chamber."

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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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Darklett steps in and immediately starts wrapping his paws with the

nearest roll of padding, grinning in anticipation. Quinten's been

saying he's so great at boxing for so long, time to actually see what he's

got. "Hmhmhmhmm..."

Quinten walks past Darklett and pulls a pair of thick padded gloves

from under his belt, ayone who paid attention would note he usually has them

on him, a gift from Sorrel a long while back. He pulls them onto his paws

and turns to climb into the ring and wait for Darklett.

Darklett finishes wrapping up quickly enough, climbing into the ring

and bouncing on his paws. "Alright, we're both loosened up already, so

let's go..." He looks around the ring, checking to see nothing's out of

place, then dances toward the middle.

Quinten dances and hops towards the other buck, paws raised, body low

to the ground and then he leaps forwards and dodges to the left aiming a

feint at Darklett's left arm.

Darklett doesn't make any counters yet, just watches Quinten, judging

his range, his movement, his guard... He doesn't throw a single punch, just

keeps his guard up, one paw high, one paw low, ready for anything the

shorter hare can give him.

Quinten darts around the Major feinting and testing him in his own way,

the young buck moving with a fluid grace and then, he hops back half a

step and goes to aim a footpaw behind Darklett's left, checking his

range and to try and nudge the older buck into moving.

Darklett pulls up his footpaw just as the private goes to sweep it, and

shoots it quickly down to regain his footing, still unmoving, instead

tossing out a quick jab to the chin, keeping his guard up with his

right.

Quinten jerks his head back to avoid the jab at his chin, he then

brings his left up, aimed at Darklett's arm whilst he dances backwards to

regain his footing.

Darklett gets hit in the arm, lowering it and dancing around now, his

footpaws moving on the floor of the ring, ears perked up alertly as he

dances in, faking a jab and stepping backward.

Quinten lets Darklett step back, eyes watching the other hare's chest,

eyes half slanted, ears cocked to the left and back a bit. He smiles

and begins to move his paws to the left.

Darklett uses his range, takes a step forward, and sends three quick

successive left jabs into Quinten's guard, faking a follow up with his

right, before sending yet another left jab into the private's chin.

Quinten moves backwards as best he can waiting, he jerks his right paw

up and back as the other bucks right hook comes in and then reverses

direction, aimed to try and block that left if he is fast enough.

Darklett presses his attack, even if the left is blocked, he throws

three quick more at that same spot, this time /really/ following through with

an overhand left right to the middle of the chest.

Quinten drops, finding himself hard pressed by the larger buck the

smaller creature lets his legs go after one of his lefts connects with his

cheek, dropping to the ground and rolling to the right, sweeping his footpaws

around in an attempt to dislodge Darklett.

Darklett plants his footpaws and lets the sweep connect with his shin,

completely unaffected by it. He backs off, letting the private get up.

"You alright?" he asks, leaning against a corner as he checks to see if

Quinten wants to continue.

Quinten grins and nods as he stands back up, bouncing on his footpaws.

"Your good sir... i can see i got a lot still to learn"

"It's just a lot of practice," Dark mumbles, grinning as he bounces out

of his corner. "Alright, let's go." This time, he's the first to attack,

though it's just a feinted left jab followed by another that's lower,

to his chest.

Quinten lets Darklett attack, defending agains them and then attacking

back, ducking his head back and launching himself forwards in a flurry

of jabs. Left and right moving rapidly trying to find a gap through

Darklett's own defences.

Darklett sees the flurry of jabs, guards against the first five or so,

then jumps backwards enough, giving him time to lift his left to block

one of the incoming punches, and use his range to toss a right haymaker

straight to Quinten's forehead, arm reaching over all the jabs thrown

towards him.

Quinten blinks and realises he's left himself open to Darklett's longer

reach a tad too late. the Haymaker getting hiim square in the forehead

and tossing him back like so much sacking. The private arches back and

lands with a thump on the ropes.

Darklett doesn't press his attack, as... Well, it's a friendly match

after all. He just stands his ground. "...Still wanna go, Quint?" He tilts

his head, looking a little worried, trying to see if he broke or busted

anything on the smaller hare.

Quinten stands back up and chuckles, "Aye one more round Major" he bobs

forwards, paws raised and a grin on his muzzle, definatly enjoying

himself. "Got to remember you ungainly big louts got the range on me.

Darklett snorts. "Ungainly?" The major rolls his eyes and raises his

guard. "Alright, then. But if it gets too bad, I'm calling this off,

alright?" Dark approaches Quinten carefully, eyeing his guard again,

and preparing to attack.

Quinten smiles and holds his ground in the centre watching Darklett

with a smile on his muzzle, his ears dancing from side to side

Darklett throws a quick jab, a left to the chest of the hare, before

following it up with a hopping dance around the ring, the major hardly

winded after all this.

Quinten stands firm in the centre turning to keep his eyes on Darklett

and grinnning at him, ducking down and lunging in at him with a flurry of

rights and then leaping back out of range again.

Darklett ducks down and guards against the low hits, keeping his guard

up and strafing away from the flurry, one of the punches slipping through

and tagging him on the chest. Grunting, he dashes forward and provides

Quinten with four quick punches to worry about.

Quinten dodges two of the punches and then gets caught by the other

two, one to his chest and the other to his stomach. He grunts at those and

comes to a halt throwing a right towards Dark's own stomach"

Darklett again takes the hit to the stomach, grunting with the impact,

but pushing forward and bringing down two hard jabs to either side of

Quinten's chest, seeming to purposely avoid knocking him out.

Quinten lands on his scut with a thump. panting and looking a tad

unstead. "oooh ok...i yield...i'm seasons behind you Major?"

Darklett grins, shaking his head. "Alright, alright." He walks forward

and offers his paw to help Quinten up. "Got me a couple times." Literally,

a couple. But eh. "Keep practicing."

Quinten nods his head and tugs his tunic straight again. " will do

Major, i'll knock yuo fer six one oh these days"

"Maybe for five." Darklett grins and pats Quinten on the back. "Don't

worry, I'll have to get old and slow someday..."

Quinten chuckles and nods to Darklett and smiles. "Maybe sir, though

that is a long way off i think."

Darklett smirks. "I tend to agree, Quint, I agree completely..." The

major starts unwrapping his paws, doing a test touch to his side. No hurt.

Alriiiight.

Quinten chuckles, "Got to make you Colonel before you can start getting

old, when that happens you know it is too late to call yourself young."

He dances back a few steps and then starts to take off his gloves and tuck

them under his belt

Darklett grins. "Hey. I'll be an old Colonel someday, I bet. If I don't

die first, that is..." The buck grins and tosses the used wrapping

off... to the side of the room. The recruits'll grab it later.

Quinten looks after the wrappings and then grins, it is great he

doesn't have to go clean it all up...at least for now. He starts after Darklett

and smiles. "Well i'm gonna go check the board and see who got lumbered

with me"

"Alright, then." Darklett sits against the ropes and waves to the

private. "I'm gonna settle down here and do some shadowboxing. Good luck, heh."

Quinten nods and heads out of the room, going to go check the listings to see if the Colonel has posted anything.

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