Quinten Log 19 - 24 11 2005

Salamandastron: Level Two

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You are in a medium-sized circular 'room' from which several passages

branch off. Each passage fades off around a twisting corner, winding

around in the bowels of the mountain. One passage, however, hardly more

than a short, straight hall, ends abruptly with a large wooden door - the

forge room.

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With:

[IIC] growing headfur, it's Sorrel!

[IC] Gregorian

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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With:

[IIC] growing headfur, it's Sorrel!

Gregorian has arrived.

Sorrel arrives with: Quinten, Gregorian

Sorrel is currently kicking away at a sand bag, suspended by a chain attached to the ceiling. Her kicks are sharp and powerful, betraying her normally happy and easygoing nature. she pauses to brush aside a lock of headfur, and continues, this times integrating punches into it as well.

Quinten pads into the boxing chamber and peers away, he stands and watches Sorrel from the doorway for a moment then heads deeper into the room, heading to one side to begin warming up, keeping his eye on the older hare

Sorrel hears the footsteps of someone, and grabs the bag as it swings back to her, looking around it. Recognizing the hare, she breaks into a smile. " 'ey, Quint."

Quinten looks up at Sorrel and smiles, stopping mid bounce as he works on his hind legs "Sorrel hello"

Gregorian is doing a wonder about, wouldn't be good to get lost all the time, leaning over to poke his head though the door and watch for a moment, looking between the hares with what seems to be a grin.

Sorrel glances at the new hare, but decides he'll call attention to himself when he wants to. " 'ow's th' Recruit schedule, for ye, Quint?"

Quinten lays his ears down th eback of his head and sighs "Lets see...i do all my lessons, i do extra sentry duty, i clean the sentry room, spend three hours a day running around the mountain to "familiarise myself with it" and then get biffed around the boxing ring by Broggart or howard....i'd say it is pretty hectic, they decided i was being too disorganised and late for everthing and then the colonel heard abotu it and re-arranged my sechdule with Darklett...so its busy" has his back to the door so has not seen Gregorian

Sorrel laughs. "Oh aye? Brog beats ye up? m' surprised sh' didn' get anotha ta do it. ah well, at least yer surven, eh wot?"

Quinten chuckles "Well once but it was enough, if educational, i'd rather box with Taye or one of the other recruits"

Gregorian gives a small frown as he's not noticed, he never did like that, smiles again though when he marches his way over to the pair "Wot ho chaps, afternoon, oh, boxing, now there's something"

Sorrel nods "Twould be more chaotic but..." she turns her head to the new one. "Aye, boxin'. This -is- th' boxin' chanber afta all..."

Quinten turns around and grins "Oh hey up, sorry aboot that i didn't hear you come in, well as Sorrel said welcome to the boxing chamber"

Gregorian grins "Ah well I can see that, no need to be told what a boxing chamber is" he hadn't really noticed to be honest.

Sorrel tilts her head. "Oh aye, ye box then?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow.

Quinten bounces up and kicks out at a hanging bag with his left foot paw "Ooooh do say you do...not enough hares box"

Sorrel nods. "most o' em stick with fencin, archery, 'r spear throwin'..."

Gregorian looks rather thrilled at the attention "Oh sure I box, I'm rather good at that and bah, nothing to fencing, piece of cake...with perhaps a little pie on the side"

You say, "I like boxing and javelin throwing i'm good at them""

Sorrel grins. "Oh really, then? Then ye wouldn' mind a match? y'can ask any one, I got a...reputation fer kick boxin'..."

Gregorian smiles "Well now there sounds a top idea, little boxing match, be fun, not had the chance to beat anyone since they got tired of loosing"

You ask, "oooh can i watch?""

Sorrel folds her paws. "Beat, eh? Well, I promise ye mate, I won' lose tha' easy." she says. Her competitive spirit rising.

Gregorian gives a wink as he heads for the ring "Sure yah won't miss" he's so full of himself.

Quinten grins widely and nods "Oooh yes Sorrel is good"

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Sorrel rolls her eyes. "Watch, I'll knock th' cockyness right outta ye."

You say, "Go for it Sorrel youc an do it" he cheers andc laps his paws,"

Gregorian climbs up into the ring with a minimal amount of misshape, disguising the small slip at the end as him hopping down into the ring.

Sorrel grabs the rope and bounds over it, bouncing from footpaw to footpaw already.

Quinten skips around the ring excitedly and clambers onto a bench to get a better view, he is only a young buck after all

Gregorian grins and turns to face Sorrel, one ear flopped over to the side "Alright then, see what you got then miss"

Sorrel shrugs, in defensive stance, and begins circling. "You first, lad."

Quinten clambers up onto another bench and hops from paw to paw, ears flicking "teach him

some manners Sorrel"

Gregorian shoots a glance to Quinten and half frowns before he looks back to Sorrel and finally drops into some sort of stance, circling as well.

Sorrel raises a brow. "Wot're ye waitin' fer, mate?"

Quinten grins and his ears are upright and quivering as he waits to watch

Gregorian frowns at Sorrel now before moving forwards, fist swinging somewhat sloppily round towards general head area.

Sorrel merely has to move a centimeter to didge the blow. She feigns left and whips around into a quick jab.

Quinten laughs "Ooooh you'll have to be better then that, i can do better then that"

Gregorian hops backwards rather quickly, ok, he can't punch, he can dodge, not about to give in either he moves quickly back into stance.

Sorrel resumes her loose stance, tossingher head to cast away a bit of hair.

Quinten settles down a bit watching the fight with interest now to see if he can learn anything new

Gregorian has a good deal of long head fur and it's already getting in the way a bit, not that he really seems to have noticed, sending two quick jabs her way.

Sorrel dadges one easily, and blocks the other just as easily, going in for a quick punch to his stomach immediately afterward.

Quinten oooohs "Not bad Greg...but Sorrel will ger you"

Gregorian is too busy getting the wind knocked out of him to pay attention to Quint, stumbling back a little to wheeze for air.

Sorrel raises a brow. not at all the challenge she expected, she feels kinda bad beating him up.

Quinten chuckles "Oh i say good puinch Sorrel"

Gregorian half grins as he gets his breath back "Ah, got one at least" he's not done being big headed just yet.

Sorrel grins sarcastically. "Oh, aye, o' course."

Quinten grins "Hey you didn't do too badly, not as good as me" he grins, insolent young buck, no officers around so he's letting go "But good"

You room-page, "ok am droppin gout now as i got to get ready to head for bed"

Quinten looks up as his ears pick up a bell "Oh no...i'll be late for sentry details.....damn..." he jumps down and races out the room

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