Quinten Log 157

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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Gregorian sits away from the actual forge today, silently working on sharpening a sword, full attention on it and ears slightly drooping, looks half asleep really.

The door from the armoury swings open and Quinten walks into sight, he looks tired and half asleep and dusty, he's just back from patrol and been detailed to putting things away.

Gregorian's ears twitch lightly and he looks up as the door opens and he sees who it is "Aftahnoon Quinten"

Quinten smiles at Greg and waves, he is currently dyed black and his unirom is black and grey though his trousers are coated in a fine layer of drying mud. "Greg hi...how goes the forge work?" his eyes look bloodshot as if he's been spending many nights out working.

Gregorian gives a second glance to the odd colouring but doesn't ask "Slowly today, probably for the best though, was tired already, yah just got back?"

Quinten smiles and nods moving over to one of the water buckets and getting himself a cupful of water. "Yeah two weeks of night patrols, Major is convinced the vermin went to ground in those blasted swamps."

Gregorian starts up with sharpening the sword again, glancing at Quinten at the mention of the vermin "Any sign of them there then?"

Quinten shakes his head and sighs as he downs the water, "Nothing, just alot of toads and mud Greg...and a lot of weapons that need cleaning."

Gregorian grimaces slightly at the thought of a pile of muddy weapons to deal with "Why's he think they're there then?"

Quinten srugs, "I don't know, i think he just has a hunch is all," he sits down on a stool and grins at Greg, "Want to help me with those weapons?"

Gregorian smirks faintly "Not got othah things yah'd rathah be doing than cleaning weapons?"

Quinten smirks, "I gotta get em clean, detail from the Major afore i can kncok off."

Gregorian chuckles "Sound like it's yah job and not mine then, ah well, lets see this pile tah sort out"

Quinten smiles at greg, "Ahhh your a star greg, only a few was a small patrol," he then heads into the armoury

Salamandastron: Armory

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As a rule, the armory of Salamandastron is stocked well enough to outfit

almost twice as many troops as necessary. It is a large cavern with rows

and stacks and piles of mounds of armaments. There truly is enough

weaponry here to outfit an army: racks filled with spears, piles of well-

crafted fencing sabers in shining scabbards, rows of long, deadly-sharp

pikes, rows upon rows of stout bows, countless oiled quivers with true-

flighted and sharp-pointed arrows, a pile of axes and warhammers, rows of

thin chainmail... even a rack of heavy cutlasses sits near the back.

Every piece of Salamandaston weaponry is made locally, forged by the

skilled paws of a Badger Lord. Needless to say, every last piece of it is

of the highest quality.

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Gregorian leaves his sword behind for later and follows Quinten into the armory, glancing around the walls as he goes.

Quinten walks over to one of the tales where four swords and three javelins rest, quote covered in mud. "As i said was a long trip."

Gregorian follows and picks up one of the swords, shrugging lightly "Could be worse, clean up and polish and they'll be just like new"

Quinten nods and sits down to pick up a sword and a rag, dipping it in some water he starts to polish it

Gregorian yawns faintly and takes a rag before sitting near the water, resting the sword across his knees to start cleaning the mud off it.

Quinten hums to himself, working on the sword slowly, cleaning off the mud and grinning at greg. "so how is Fred?"

Gregorian glances at Quinten then does so a second time, a bemused squint sent at the other buck in return for all the grinning "Doing well...why?.."

Quinten sets his sword aside and picks up another one to start cleaning it. "Wanted to know how you two been doing together...not seen either of you in ages."

Gregorian looks back to his sword again and gets back to work on it "Well yah have been out on patrol and I'm not in yah patrol and Fred's still not going out yet a while"

Quinten nods his head and sighs, "Not gonna tell me anything are ye Greg...ahh come on you can talk to me."

Gregorian smirks faintly and gives a shrug "Well there's not much new with us tah talk about, wot were yah expecting?"

Quinten shrugs and turns the sword around in half a circle, "Ahhh i don't know, just wanted news, been gone awhile."

Gregorian chuckles faintly "Well we're still togethah, still hidin' and still planning tah leave one day, we still hang about togethah, sometimes go off for a walk and the officahs still don't know about it so not much changed since yah left Quint"

Quinten nods his head nad rocks back on his bench and looks at the ceiling, "Your both lucky and i am glad I got you both together."

Gregorian smiles softly at that and exchanges his sword for one of the javelins "So am I, makes it all worth it...thanks for that by the way"

Quinten nods his head and smikes, "I don't mind Greg, am glad to have been of help for you both. Just wish me and Gabby had worked."

Gregorian glances to him "Yah not with her anymore? I mean I know she stayed in Redwall but still..."

Quinten nods his head and sighs, "We are not together, we decided it was just no good over all this distance."

Gregorian tilts his head and isn't quite sure what to say to that, slowly sitting down again "Sorry chap, hope yah find anothah"

Quinten smiles and nods his head, "I am sure iw ill greg...got me whole life ahead of me and all that."

Gregorian aims a light nudge at the buck with his elbow "That's the spirit, plenty of beasts round here tah choose from too"

Quinten chuckles, "AYe but most of em like hares who are bigger then me."

Gregorian smirks "Ah come on Quinten, yah've had two beasts aftah yah before, can't be that hard tah find someone else"

Quinten laughs softly and nods, "Aye i guess your right Greg...i'll stop with the self pity."

Gregorian chuckles "Good, othahwise would have had tah do something before started dwelling on it"

Quinten laughs softly and smiles at Greg and picks up a juavelin and starts to clean it off. "No... it is going to be alot of fun i think."

Gregorian smirks and nods a little "It is, if yah get it right, sure you'll bump intah a lovely doe one day"

Quinten smirks and winks at greg, "I hope so."

Gregorian raises a brow at that wink but just continues to smirk "Now wot are yah tryin' tah mean by that?"

Quinten frowns, "Mean by what? Just meant i hope i bump inta a good lass someday."

Gregorian chuckles "Then don't wink at me next time, makes me think there's some sort of double meaning"

Quinten frowns and nods, "Oh...sorry Greg, didn't mean anything by that...was just a wink wink you know? I'll find a proper Doe wink."

Gregorian smirks again "Don't worry about it Quinten and I'm sure yah will, whole mountain full of hares and half are does, can't be that hard for a normal beast tah find a mate"

Quinten nods his head, "You'd be surprised Greg... you'd be amazed how hard it can be to find a mate."

Gregorian shakes his head in return "If I could find one anyone could"

Quinten nods and smies as he sets the javelin down on the rack. "maybe, but first you have to like her, she has to like you, THEN you ave to get past starring at each others bodies and get to know one another."

Gregorian tosses his cloth in one paw once before throwing it at Quinten's head "Yah short, try tah avoid staring at all"

Quinten laughs as the towel wraps about his neck, "HEY what does my height have to do with anything."

Gregorian shakes his head and smirks "Just don't get caught up on staring or yah'll probably get a lot of slaps round the face for not payin' attention"

Quinten smirks and winks at greg, "No ones caught me yet greg."

Gregorian rolls his eyes "Don't make me get up and slap yah meself" still good natured of course.

Quinten laughs and bounds up looking shocked, "Why greg....i say whatever would Fred think, you slapping poor innocent bucks in the armoury."

Gregorian smirks "He'd probably think yah must has deserved it"

Quinten snorts and shakes his head, "Not at all..i mean the issue of Life at Sala that would be written would more then start a few rumours."

Gregorian chuckles faintly "Now yah know neithah of use want tah be in that thing for wotevah reason, no offense tah you, just don't need the attention"

Quinten waves a paw, "Ahhh come on Greg, it was a joke."

Gregorian shakes his head and smirks slightly still "I know it is, really do, force of habit taking hiding seriously by now though"

Quinten nods, "It is indeed and a bad habit at that, got to break you out of it."

Gregorian raises a brow "Quinten, we have tah hide..if the officahs knew anything...hiding is our life, only way can have a life with Freddie right now"

Quinten nods his head and sits down, "I know that greg, i know that."

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Gregorian relaxes again and sighs faintly "It's not a habit I think could do with loosing until beasts all know about it"

Quinten nods his head and leans back, "Ahhh it is certainly complicated."

Gregorian shrugs "Not yah problem tah deal with, yah got out of this sort of way of life a long while back"

Quinten nods his head, "I was more shoved out of it greg."

Gregorian waves a paw "Details, all make our own decisions, granted I still wouldn't change a thing if I got the choice, hiding is just frustrating sometimes"

Quinten nods his head, "I know Greg, i know it must be frustrating, can't you two get away for a bit? Go study or patrol someplace else?"

Gregorian shrugs once more "Don't know, wouldn't know where to go anyway, can walk on the beach every so often, Fred's still limping a bit too though"

Quinten nods his head, "Well good thing fred's a healer then and not a runner."

Gregorian smirks faintly and shakes his head "Othah way round Quint, Fred is a runnah, not a healah, well, right now he's not much of either, does sentry duty still and training but running about isn't so easy when missing part of yah foot"

Quinten blinks, "It is...i thought he was a healer? ahhh well see goes to show i've been sleeping in the swamps too much, got to me brain."

Gregorian chuckles "Think I know wot my buck does, nevahmind though, I won't tell him, he'd probably have suited being a healah well anyway"

Quinten smiles and nods, "Maybe, but i am sure he will be runnin about again soon."

Gregorian nods as well and finally returns the javelin he's been holding to it's rightful place "He will, doesn't limp too bad now, could have been a lot worse, thankfully wasn't"

Quinten nods his head, "I know alot worse." he reaches up to touch his left ear, the shorter one, "as you can see i was lucky."

Gregorian looks to the ear and waggles his two complete and black tipped ones "Looks like I got luckiest of all then" not a scar to his name.

Quinten laughs softly t Greg, "For how you great big forge hare." takes hold of one of gregs paws and grins, "Give it a few more seasons and this will be scared and callused."

Gregorian looks at the paw himself and wiggles the fingers "Should hope not, still, joints are weird and uncomfortable sometimes, was the one hammer broke in after all"

Quinten blinks, "Hammwer broke in? What? You broke your paw with a hhammer?"

Gregorian smirks "Yah made me the new handles for the pair, one broke in the attack, couple of fingers broken, few oversized splintahs, it's fine now"

Quinten nods his head, "Ahhhh of course, well if you need new handles let me know."

Gregorian shakes his head "Nah the ones yah made are holdin' up well"

Quinten nods his head and smiles, "well ok then that is good." he then stands up and stretches, "I really should get going."

Gregorian shrugs and gets up himself then "Suppose I should too, eithah food tah get or Freddie tah find"

Quinten nods his head and stretches, "I need a good proper bath...an some sleep."

Gregorian smirks and rolls his shoulders a little before heading for the door "Sleep, aye, forgot about that, that's on the list too, find Fred first"

Quinten nods his head and heads for the door, "Well Greg, say hi to Freddie for me."

Gregorian nods and heads out, distractedly tightening the band on his hair on the way "Will do, happy doe staring" and he heads off for the lower levels.

Quinten laughs softly and pads off to the bath rooms, he's going to go lie in the hot water for an hour or so.

- Later in the day

Salamandastron: Caverns - Archery Range

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As the training room cannot fit a truly adequate, large enough archery range, this large room, down in the caverns of the mountain, has been converted into one. It, in itself, is rather cavernous, and is more long than it is wide. The furthest wall from the entrance is lined with archery targets, at least a ten, and they are each separated by a few feet. Along the closest wall to the door, barrels are placed, containing arrows as well as bows, to practice with. Further, the walls are lined with torches, though the ones behind the archery targets are protected by metal grates, of a sort. The room is relatively well lit, and is usually a moderate temperature.

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Here's someone who hasn't emerged in a while. Seven seems like he would take more pleasure in anything else besides what he is doing right now. He just looks plain.. disinterested. Strangely strong for his small size, the buck has the longbow in his paws stretched to the limits as he eyes a target... Which he has moved. Actually it is out as far into the main cavern area as possible at the far wall and he is standing near the back of the range.

Another shift to adjust to arch the shaft upward and the arrow flies from the tense position - thudding into the target with a few splinters of wood. He rolls the shoulder that was previously injured.

Hiding just behind the buck is Audri, an oaken bow in her paw while the other holds a feather tipped arrow. Standing on tiptoe, she peers just over Seven's shoulder, nose crinkled thoughtfully as he shoots. "Are ya sure ya don't mind teachin' me right?" She asks, noting his disinterested look. "Could o' just bugged the sergeants again."

The door opens and Quinten walks in, carrying a large bundle of fresh arrows under each arm, he pauses as he sees Seven and looks warily at him, remembering his last meeting with the strange buck as being less then nice. He decides to leave him to it for now and heads over towards the arrow butts.

"I don' mind. Jus' this never is challengin' 'nough." Slowly Seven turns to look over Audri, then smirks a little. "Did ye wan' t'try tha'? Or somethin' else?" Already the buck is taking another arrow out - using the Patrol's so he won't waste his own. XD One glance is sent in Quint's direction when the other enters, before both ears spasm back and he returns to it.

Audri's ears flick at Quint arrival, eyes going from Sev to the target then back to him. "Try what ya did since it has the best range. Not sure if my bow will go that far though." Notching her arrow to her bow, she steps up beside the buck, one ear turning down.

Quinten wanders across the room and starts to unload arrows into the arrow butts, standing a short distance from audri and Sev, his ears pinned back and his scut flicking nervously as he works.

Seven shifts around beside Aud, disregarding the other private as he does so. "Alrigh'. Now before ye do /anythin'/ ya gotta be aware of what's goin' on around ya." Pause. Does that make sense? He's not the best teacher. Eh. "In a field, there'd be wind t'contend with, aye? Well.. none 'ere so don' worry." He peers down at the target, squinting somewhat. "Eh. Aim."

Audri dips her head, bringing the bow up with the arrow notched, pulling the string taunt. "Aye, it does. Gotta make sure no one is around that I don't want hit." is her soft murmur, lining the arrow up with the target. "Now what?"

Quinten turns around his delivery of fresh arrows complete and starts back across the centre of the room, paws tucked behind his back and his head turned to look down the range at the targets,"

Seven dips down into a crouch, settling his chin upon Audri's shoulder as he peers along the length of the squirrel's outstretched arm, before his paw moves up to shift hers upon the wooden arc of the bow. "Remembah t'no' 'old yer arrow like tha'. Migh' be part of it." The sniper tries to curl her fingers so that the metal portion of the arrow is just rested upon the top of them, before his other checks her other arm - gazing at her stance. "Seems good, actually." Slowly he stands. "Alrigh'.. if ye think ya got it.. shoot."

Audri tenses slightly as Sev goes about fixing her stance, still not liking the whole 'touching' thing. "Right. Don't want to be part o' it." Bobbing her head, her eyes narrow at her target, the tip of her tongue slipping out as she takes aim once more, releasing the arrow afterward. Not being quite as strong as the buck, her arrow gets about three quarters of the way to the target before falling short with a soft clank.

Quinten stops as Audri fires and smiles as he watches the arrow fly, "Good shot Audri..." he cheers her on happily, "That's farther then i can shoot."

Immediately Seven has hurried forward, to follow the line of the shot before he skids to a halt beside the landed arrow. Smirk. The buck shuffles along, making sure that it was well aimed anyway. "Well, good at the distance! And nice fer the firs' shot!" He goes to pick up the arrow, having noted it was slightly off as he returns towards the dibbun. "If ye wan' t'get more distance - with yer strength - ye should aim higher to get it to arc." The buck is grinning at Audri though, voice getting softer when he is near to her again.

Being the perfectionist she is, Aud grumbles as her arrow falls short, ears already pinned back in annoyance. "Would've been better iffen I had hit it." Is the reply back to Quint, offering a slight smile to Sev's words. "I'll try that next then."

Quinten shakes his head, "That is why your practicing Aud, so when its some scum of a vermin on the other end you'll hit them first time. When it counts." he smiles hoping that was the right thing to say and leans back against the wall to watch.

Nodding his head, Seven grins. "Yep. Angle 'elps with tha'." He hands her back the arrow he is now holding. "Make sure ye 'ave the feathers near yer cheek this time so ye can aim better." The buck tucks his arms into a folded position, starting to back off so that Aud can try it again.

Audri sends Quint a glance with a simple 'Uhuh' offered to his words. Her attention returns to Sev, accepting the arrow with a smile, notching it up with the feathers tickling her cheek this time. Squinting her eyes, she takes aim at the target before angling her bow upwards and releasing it.

Flying in a perfect arc, the arrow thuds near the top of the target, landing slightly left to the squirrel's intended target.

Quinten shrugs and Audri and heads for the door, "Well good Luck Audri, see you soon Seven." and with that the short buck heads out of the room and away.

Seven is beaming proudly. That's a first. The private gives Audri a grin that shows fangs plainly, then a wink. "Told ye. An' wouldn' teach ya if I didn' think ye 'ad potential." Right before he turns slowly again to peer at the target. Hmm. Both ears tilt back, then he clears his throat. "Ye always get a little left..."

Audri is beaming from ear to ear, eyes staring at the target. "Probably have to use that anglin' trick each time. 'n thanks Sev." Its then she notes that her arrow has landed to the left again, a soft sigh escaping her. "That's been happenin' alot."

Quinten pauses by the door ears catching the tail end of Seven's words, "A little left" and he frowns turning back and walking towards them. "I had a problem like that, when was doing archery." he comes to a halt near them both and smiles, "Tha Seargeant taught me a trick i could show you?"

Seven rubs his paw back through his headfur, which results in it sticking up as if he has been laying down. The sniper clears his throats, slicking his fingertips across one of his long ears. "Guess it's just a.. problem..." He pauses, still holding the tip of his ear as he listens to Quinten, then just starts off towards the target again. "Get anothah arrow, Aud. And try it again.. doin' whatevah." Which means.. if the Sergeant said something, then whatev. Let the other say something about it. The buck leans against the target on the left side of it, watching them now and ears cocked forward to listen.

Audri glances in Quint's direction, lips pursing in debate before her shoulders roll back in a shrug. "Sure. What's the trick?" She asks, taking back her arrow to notch up once again.

Quinten steps up behind Audri and lays his paws on her arrow and shifts it so the arrow head is lying on the opposite side of the bow. "Try shooting it from this side, you have to shift your aim ever so slightly to the right and i found that helped me keep it straight."

Seeming to only pay attention because of his ears, Seven waits for this conversation to be over as he glances at the ceiling. The buck stays leaned against the target as he bites softly at his bottom lip. He is quiet.

Audri tenses again at the buck's close presence, offering a faint nod, glancing at arrow with a thoughtful frown. Hrm. Readjusting her arrow, she takes aim once more, eyes narrowing in concentration as she angles her bow upward slightly, letting it fly afterward. Unfortunately, the trick didn't seem to work and the arrow is flying straight towards Seven's left shoulder where it embeds itself.

Quinten blinks as Audri's arrow goes quite astray and curses as it hits Seven, leaping forwards towards the other buck. "Ahh Seven are you ok?"

The good thing about Seven is he doesn't make much noise when he is hurt. One moment he is leaned in wait, the next.. there's an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. The buck stumbles back with the slight force of the hit, surprised as well - but the wall stops him as he bumps into it, curling forward to grasp the wooden shaft. Grunt. A few choice words escape his lips. Oh, but hey! It's a good shot.. went in deep. XD Good job Audri!

Audri would be quite pleased with herself except for the fact she just shot her teacher. o.o Dropping her bow, she rushes towards Sev with a horrified look. "Gah. I hit yer injured shouldah didn't I? That was not a good trick Quint."

Marsuvees steps into the caverns, having heard whatever commotion deriving from the stray shot. Like a curious puppy, he sticks his head in and moves towards the group of people. "Hm? Well, ain't 'at jus' peachy," the Northen Hare grunts as he stares at Seven. "Ya guys playin' 'pincushion' wi' th' unlucky sap 'ere?" He glances at Quinten for a moment, then smirks coldly at him. "Ach, I know you, don't I?" Shrugging off his own question, he tips his hat at the others. "I dun't s'pose any of ya 're healers, eh?"

Quinten moves in to support Seven and glances at Audri. "Don't blame me Audri, you loosed it." hue shakes his head nad leans down to peer at it, "Besides it doesn't matter...what matters is getting it out of him. Its in deep.." he glances at Marsuvees and shakes his head, "Not me, i am no healer."

Marsuvees snorts. "Well, 'at much be obvious." Staring over Seven, he moves towards him, rummaging through his pockets. "Well, I wouldn't be pullin' 'at out, if'n it helps." Lifting a brow at Seven, he tries to catch his attention. "Oy, mate, how ya feelin'? Queasy? Fuzzy vision?" Glancing over the others, he nibbles on his lip, before spotting Audri. He sort of knows her. "S'cuse me lass, but don't suppose I could ask ya to run up an' call a healer?"

Seven is in pain. It is evident in his eyes, but heck.. he isn't complaining about it. Slowly the buck stands up straighter, shaking from this movement when the arrow lodges in at a different angle. "Yeah... yeah ye - " Oh..

Someone's trying to support him? It's then that Sev realizes Quint is at his side and he shoves away a little. "Leave me be, I survived gettin' 'em stuck all in me 'fore.. I'll survive this." He kind of moves away from the target, gripping the arrow more. One look goes Mars's way. "I know 'ealin'.. jus'.." Oh sigh, nevermind talking..

"My others were just fine for ya showed me that trick." Audri hisses, looking about ready to punch Quint. Leaning in close, she places a paw on Sev's shoulder while the other rummages in her pocket before she notices Marsuvees. "He doesn't need a /healer/. Just go fetch a tankard of alcohol and some cloth." She grumbles, following after Sev as she draws out a small blade. "Want somethin' to bite on?"

Quinten growls partially at Seven as he is shoved away and then stares at Audri and shakes his head, "I don't care if he's done it before or not, we're doing the proper thing and getting a healer," he starts for the door, "I'll go get one, someone will be in the secondary infirmary on the ground floor."

Marsuvees finally finds a small piece of...er, more like a ball, of rubber, and pops it into his mouth, gnawing on it thoughtfully. "Alcohol? M'lass, we 'ave the ability ta take care of this right, we ain't campin' withou' options." Without touching Seven, he studies the wound, picks up another arrow, and compares it. The length buried in him is indeed great. "Ach, beautiful." Trying to get Seven's attention again, he tries to catch his eyes. "Fine, while he," meaning Quint, "Get's the healer, wot d'ya recommend we do?"

Seven pauses, kind of overwhelmed by the sudden 'crowd' around him, as well the pain radiating from his previously injured shoulder. The buck's ears flicker down, then up before swiveling to gather Marsuvees's words. Finally he grimaces, going to sit down while he's at it. "Alcohol would be good.. An' I've come t'trust Aud with all manner of things, so would rathah she had at it. Not in fer tha' 'infirmary' bit." And by the way, even if they /don't/ use it on his wound.. alcohol would be nice. XD

Marsuvees grunts, and pulls out a small, flat canteen. "Here. Careful. It be me private stash, mmkay?" Handing it towards the injured hare, he snorts. "Could light torches wi' the stuff. I'm serious."

"I've had as much trainin' as any healer in the mountain so just forget it. Sides, Sev doesn't like healers all that well." Audri shouts back at Quint, already tearing off the bottom of her shirt for a bandage since the others are ignoring her. "This'll hurt Sev." She murmurs softly, offering a quick smile. Holding his shoulder, she makes two quick cuts beside the arrow's entry before pulling it out with a sickening 'shlink'. Next, Aud presses her freshly torn bandage to his wound while coaxing him up. "Come on. I'll go stitch ya up in the infirmary."

Quinten pauses in the doorway and watches Audri remove the arrow, "Ok Audri...i still got to go report this in to someone, i'll see you up in the infirmary, let them know your coming and to get something for stiching ready." He opens the door at last and heads out to go do what he said he would do.

No matter how insane Seven is, that is startling. He is in the process of taking the canteen. "Yeah. Shouldn' be any worse than wot those vermin 'ad.." And then he opens it and guzzles, right as Audri cuts into his shoulder. "Ah! Woman!" And then he settles into nursing the alcohol, ears pinned flat and waiting for her to get the arrow out - which she does. Grrr.. His fist has tightened on his pant leg, not moving up yet. Heck no.

"Shush. No worse than any other time I've patched ya up." Audri mumbles softly to the buck, keeping the pressure on his wound as she blatantly ignores Quint who is not on her good list at the moment. "Either ya stand up or 'm going to drag ya upstairs. I've got to stitch ya up."

Marsuvees watches the other hare guzzle his drink, and grunts. "Gotta go all th' way to Halyard fer that stuff, mate. Dun't drink it all, eh?" Then, he watches Audri for a moment. "Fine work there, m'lass. Don't s'pose yer some sort of healer apprentice?" He sits on the floor rather swiftly and strokes his chin for a moment. "It wouldn't s'prise me, anyway."

It doesn't take Quinten long to spring upstairs nor very long for a pair of healers to follow him back down. No more then three minutes could have passed before the door is opening again and Quinten walks in followed by the healers. A doe in her middle years sporting the bars of a Lt hurries over towards Seven, she glances at the removed arrow and tsks eyeing Marsuvees and Audri. "You should have brougt him upstairs instead of doing that yourself, it is why we have healers miss. Good job anyway." she then starts to root in her bag for the items she needs to stitch up the hare.

Seven glances sideways to Mars. "'All the way t'Alyard...'" That seems to be amusing. Or maybe it's the drink. Audri gains a smirk from the sniper, who points at the squirrel. "Ye know, Aud. I remembah why I like ye.." So with that he gets to his footpaws, though it is a strain that causes sharp pains to shoot through his side.. just as the healer gets there. Squint. "Mmph.." And there he goes to sidle past the Lieutenant, eyeing her sideways. Grimace once more.

Ooh, a praise. Audri grins sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders at Mars while still trying to get Seven up on his footpaws. "Some o' the healers let me help at times." A glance goes to the healer, along with a small frown as she remains at Seven's side, paw holding the makeshift bandage in place. "He doesn't like healers, 'n I've done the same thing as what you would have done. Now if ya'll excuse us, I've got to get him stitched up."

The Lt. eyes Audri and then turns to look at Seven, paw clamping down on his good arm and holding him in place. "Private Seven you stay put," she then eyes Audri and nods, "Stitch him up." other paw going to grab for the alcohol. "I've heard of this one, but if your going to be stitching up any of our hares you should think about coming by the infirmary, us old folks may be able to show you a thing or two miss," She nods to the other healer who holds out the needle to Audri.

Marsuvees swiftly snatches his canteen from the healer, caps it, and stows it away in his large coat. "Aye, m'lass. Fine, steady hand. You work well." Rummaging through his coat again, he pulls out a small hunk of brown stuff, which he promptly pops into his mouth and crunches on contentedly. "Obviously, it has its uses, hm?" He smirks a bit.

Seven is about to flip out when he is grabbed, though he calms when they go to turn the needle over to Audri. He goes to sitting there, eyes tightly closed and ignoring the pain as much as possible as he sighs in deeply. Just waiting it seems.

Audri blinks, staring at the hare in disbelief. "Where in bloody hell do ya think I learned all this?" Shaking her head, she accepts the needle, tying a quick knot at the end before removing the bloody cloth. Murmuring to Sev, she goes about stitching his wound, resembling the work of any other healer once she's finished, biting off the excess thread. "Have the bandages with ya?"

The Lt. stares down at the squirrel a stern look in her eyes. "Now Miss if i hear of you operating on inujured beasts like this again inside the mountain I will be having words with your father. YOU do not feed alcohol to a patient when there are plenty of other alternatives on hand upstairs in the infirmary. YOU do not cut out an arrow down here, it was a foolish thing to do, it could have cut something important and he would have bled to death before you got him upstairs to sew him up and you'd have killed him. There is never any excuse to do what you did when the infirmary and fully trained healers are close by. Regardless of who your patient is or what his injuries are or what skills you have yourself."

Marsuvees clicks his tongue at the LT. healer. "Oy, dun't blame her. She were jus' tryin' ta help, aye? I'll take full responsibility for this, marm." He moves toward the healer. "Now, let's finish up th' business an' then we can argue who's fault it be, hm?" He smirks slightly, just bordering on insubordination, before turning towards Seven. "Eh, know what? When ya want somethin' strong, jus' talk ta me, ken? Healers dun't know wha' really soothes a soul."

There is a moment where Seven is calming down, ears dipping forward towards Audri as he murrs out softly to show her that he is alright. On the contrary, he feels horrible right now, but he'll live. It is, however, when the Lieutenant starts going on that the buck scowls downward, then snaps out. "Shut /up/." He is baring his fangs. To an officer? That's right. Just like he has been about to get into a fight with Majors before. "Why ye even down 'ere if yer so 'igh an' mighteh? /I'll/ say who I wan' t'take care of me, an' ye've no righ' t'say /anythin'/ t'Aud. Take it up with the Colonel fer all I care.." Oh wait. They have his bandages. No worries, the sniper will do it himself. One slight nod goes to Mars, right before going to jerk away and leave. Ugh. Other hares sure do get him in a foul mood.

Audri bristles at the healer, paws curling into fists as she glares into the stern look. "Thank you very much Lieutenant, but /I/ do not operate on beasts. The alcohol /wasn't/ for him, but to disinfect the blade. 'n I wouldn't have cut anythin' important cause I've had training with the Major 'n others in the infirmary. 'n furthermore, Sev would have refused yer treatment cause he doesn't trust other hares much. So go complain to my da. I don't bloody care. I'll even tell the Colonel what I did 'n let her punish me if she so wishes." Hah! Probably having dug her grave there, Aud actually makes to leave herself to search for said Colonel.

Marsuvees smirks as he watches Seven goes, his mind running on before him. "Hehe," is all he says as he turns slightly towards the healer and shrugs hopelessly. "Eh, whatcha gonna do, hm?" Tapping his mind, he grins. "No offense, but yer bedside manner leaves somethin' ta be desired."

Marsuvees turns and heads up behind Seven, still chuckling slightly. Oh,

The Lt.'s paw moves to take hold of the squirrel's arm, ignoring Mars she looks down at the squirrel and sighs gently, voice soft as she speaks again. "Miss Audri, my complaint is quite simple, you did a wonderful job of treating the Private, as you saw i am well aware of the fact he would refuse our treatment or why else did i give you the needle? You still should have brought him to the infirmary before doing anything, that is the core of this problem please remember that if anything had gone wrong, you would have been in the wrong place to do anything about it." She then looks to Seven and shakes his head, "You are off duty pending an evaluation as to your fitness to perform your duty physically and from the looks of things, mentally as well. Go get some sleep Private." She lets go of Audri and nods to her, "Take care of him."

"Bite me." Oddly this much is clear to everyone in the room. Where as Seven usually has the gruff, Northern accent, now it is just.. all too plain as day what he just said. Maybe he's been practicing it. The sniper has gone up the stairs, cradling his arm to his chest. Maybe he'll find the Colonel. Or just leave. That could be good.

Audri jerks away from the healer, breath growing shallower as she tries to leave again. "I know what the hell I was doin', 'n it doesn't matter where ya are when ya treat a patient. This is the same way he would have been treated in a damn battle, 'n before ya say it isn't, I've been in battles 'n know from experience." With her breathing problem now quite evident, she turns to leave again for somewhere.

The healer looks at her companion who just rolls his eyes. "We are not in a battlefield Miss Audri, we are in the mountain, remember that." She turns to look at Quinten who just salutes and heads off, not getting involved in that one.

- End Log