Quinten Log 21 - 12 12 2005

Salamandastron: Crater

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You are on the very top of the mountain of Salamandastron: a large, bowl-

shaped crater. The crater is not smooth, quite the contrary in fact.

Numerous boulders and large chunks of rock are strewn around randomly,

making the crater top just as craggy as any of the mountainside. The

crater provides an outstanding view of the surrounding country. The sea

sprawls off to the west as far as the eye can see, and north and south

along the endlessly rolling sand dunes. In the distant east, a tinge of

green is just visible from this height, marking the vegetation in the

foothills of the Western Mountains.

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With:

[DYN] Wimble

[DYN] Bandaged and bruised, it's just (Niveus).

Niveus clears his throat, lifting a paw from the mug to give an open pawed gesture of 'whoa there!' "I say, my apologies then! Wimby it is, 'fore I get right shoved off the top of this here mountain for dare uttering otherwise, m'g- Wimby!" He stands aside, swaying the free paw toward the plentiful assortment of rocks that dot the landscape. "I'd be blinkin' insane if I said no, wot. Pretty view, but terrible company."

Quinten shuffles out of the staircase yawning widley and looking half asleep, he shuffles up to the crater rim and peers down at the shore below before yawning again

Wimble chuckles and jerks her head in a 'that's better' fashion. The doe turns and plops herself down next to him, wrapping her long coat around herself tighter. Her ears fold back, tucking comfortably into the brim of the coat. "Oh rathah. Been posted up 'ere once 'r twice m'self. But I'm a good fan o' heights. My mudder ah'ways said I'd be ah bird if I 'ad ah choice." She says with a laugh. Her eyes miss the new comer, partially because of a rock obscuring her view, and partly because she is looking at Niv.

Niveus lifts the mug to his snout, taking a parched sip from it before flinching from the heat on his tongue. Pulling a misleading smile, he swallows the scalding liquid rather than spit it out in the presence of the doe. "Ah bird?" he questions, brow quirking. "Nonsense, I think y'make a much better hare! Never did like birds, too feathery and wot not." Drawn into paying attention to Wimble, the soldier is certainly shirking his duty as a sentry, much less noting the entrance of Quinten.

Quinten pauses as he hears the voices of the two hares and smiles as he slowly moves around the top of the crater, keeping low, ears hanging down his back and a javelin in paw, he stifles a yawn and carries on circling

Wimble chats away, not really paying attention... nor more than Niveus, at least. "Well thank yah, ol' bean. Don' think I'd much like being all feathery an' loud like tha'. Most say m'loud 'nough as ah hare, 'nyways!" She chortles, nudging him at the punch line. "Still, would be bally fun t'be able t'jump off this ol' mountain and fly ah 'round. I'd 'magine it'd make mah job as ah runnah much easier, in th' least."

"You, too loud? Impossible, m'gel!" Niveus grins in return, never skipping a beat as he unintentionally relapses into the habit. "It might make your swell job a bit easier, but you wouldn't have a job in the first place! I say, nevah heard of a bird in the Long Patrol have you, wot wot?" The footfalls to their rear bring a momentary glance from the buck, his attention briefly turning toward the crater.

Quinten leans over the top of the crater and smiles at Niveus and Wimble, pointing his javelin at Niv's throat and smiling "Good day sir.." he yawns again still look worn out and smiles "Hope you don't mind sir....but it would seem if i was a vermin you'd be dead sir."

Wimble grins over at Nivues, administering a light finger tap on his nose. "Wimble, Nivvers. /Wimby/. Not 'gel'." She comments lightly, snorting softly for emphasis. "An' very true. H'aint nevah 'eard o' such ah-" Wimble is cut off as she spies the javelin at the throat of Niveus. "Gak!" She grunts, flipping her paw to knock it away. Wimble jumps up and glares at the recruit. "Oh y'bloody fool! PLayin' ah'round wi' ah weapon! Wot in th' bally world knocked y'so 'ard on th' 'ead that yeh would act like such ah fool, huh?"

Niveus waggles his whiskers at the touch before turning to stare cross-eyed down the apex of the javelin. Turning his look up, he gazes to the hare at the weapon's opposite end.

"Dead in an' good company at least, chap." he exclaims, coming to a stand aside the doe with a wry grin plastered over his features. The young soldier had nothing to say, paws folding over one another as Wimble chastises better than he could ever hope to.

Quinten stands up and tucks his javelin behind his back and standing at attention "I'm not playing with it ma'am i know how to use it I was making a point ma'am the entire crater top was unguarded as you were soi busy flirting ma'am, sir." he salutes again and shuts his muzzle.

Wimble ear's lay back, her eyes narrow. "'ow many times 'as an' officah used ah weapon 'gainst yah for mere /points/? Y'bettah be glad I don' report yah f'messin' ah'round wi' tha' weapon o'yours, bucko. Pullin' ah weapon on ah'nudder. O'all th' brash an' grumble grumble grumble..." Her voice falls into grunts and scoffs as she complains. The last comment of her perks her ears. "F-flirtin'?@ Why I a otta..." Wimble threatens, leaning forward and attempting to snag an ear. "Lies! Cheat! We were doin' /no/ such thing!" If her paw does in fact make contact with the ear, it is a gentle hold, not at all pulling. "Never 'eard such tales in all meh life. Have you, Nivvers?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Niveus remains satisfied with merely standing by like the amused parent who is too lazy to put in his own two cents. With the word 'flirting,' the buck's amusement overturns into a firm frown. "Steady on, old chap! Nottin' of the likes," he defends, looking to the doe to answer the inquiry. "Tall ones, Wimby! Flirtin', pfah! A beast can't talk t'another without it bein' blinkin' flirtin' anymore!"

Quinten winces as his ear is grabbed and salutes "Sorry ma'am poor judgement on the javelin part, sorry fer bein out of turn and thanks for not reportin me, the Major would tan my hide if he heard about it..." he grins at you both and then looks to Niveus "Of course now she's gone and given us both cooties"

Wimble nods along with what Niveus is saying. "Too true, too true! Flirtin'... hah!" The doe lets go of his ear and sighs, rolling her eyes and tossing her arms out to her sides. "Cooties? 'Cuse me, young rip? You bet your whiskers I have. I'd give yeh less than ah few days t'live, I would." The doe says very seriously. "Bad case o' cooties, 'specially when /this/ happens." Wimble says and in a flash goes to grab Quinten's cheeks and plant a kiss on his forehead. The doe pulls back with a wicked grin. "'Ope yeh've done what yah wanted to in life... cause cooties are /awful/ deadly, wot."

Niveus places his paws upon either hip, pulling the 'I'm very disappointed in you' look with a shake of his head. "Cooties, ha! That's alr-" he stops as the doe begins, craning his head as he watches the event unfold. His right paw shoot up as if volunteering. "'Ey! If I'm going to die, why didn't I get one of those, wot?"

Quinten yells and his ears stand on end in outrage at that kiss, he flais at her with his free paw trying to back away "HEeeey no....she's gone and kissed me, yuck....no fair..." it seems to sink in at last and he goes wide eyed and bursts into tears "She's killed me...you heard her Nivs she's killed me..."

Wimble keeps the grin planted on her face. "Oh, please, Nivvers... I didn't want yeh to die in such pain as this 'un is goin' through." She watches the younger buck, shaking her head sadly. "Life h'aint fair, lil' Sah... but looks like yeh won' evah learn /tha'/ lesson." The crying does touch a soft spot for her. "Well... y'know... I /do/ think tha' th' infirmary migh' jus' have ah cure for th' cooties. If yah hurry up an' get down there, yah jus' might live."

Quinten sniffs and looks at her "You...you sure....eally...i'm sorry i used my javelin ma;am....i keep getting in trouble...i'm so stupid...."

"Well! Wot if I want to die in such pain?" Niveus shoots a hateful glance to the younger buck, squinting indifferently to the tears. "An' be sure t' tell an offisah of your cooties, they're the only ones who can administer the cure!" Huffily, the soldier turns back and faces the horizon.

Quinten looks at Niveus and sniffs "Sorry....i'll go...." he gets up and heads for the stairs not quite understanding why Niveus suddenly hates him.

Wimble wraggles her paws in the 'shoo' motion. "S'fine, s'fine! Y'learned yah lesson! Not off wi' yeh, t' th' infirmary... ah'fore it's too late!" The doe urges the recruit. Wimble turns her attention to Niveus, a slightly weak smile on her features. "Please, don' pull mah ears like tha', Nivvers. Silly bucks! Sit yahself down, y'must be tired."

Salamandastron: Infirmary

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This is the infirmary for the long patrol. This room is one of the most

well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed

strategically along the shelves and cupboards. Many wooden beds line the

walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen

sheets. This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room. Where

there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of

different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages. A single stone

sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters. The sink is not fancy, in

fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless. An open closet

is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the

unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in

it, roaming around tending to various injuries.

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Quinten is sat on a bench looking sheepish and embarassed, the healer on duty appears to have just finished berating Quinten on wasting his time

There's a short knock on the door, and Dandelion sticks his head in, looking around carefully.

Quinten jumps to his footpaws and darts behind a screen as he sees Dande's head, ears poking out to either side as the recruit hides himself, too embarassed to be seen

Dandelion takes a couple of steps inside, looking around while tugging nervously on an ear. At a glance from one of the healers he salutes nervously, and takes a step back, almost tripping on his heels.

The healer looks at Dande "Can we help recruit? are you here to ask us to cure your cooties too?"

Dandelion blinks in surprise. "Cooties? No, I had a nosebleed, but... it sorta stopped." He points to indicate his nose, below which there are still some traces of blood in the fur.

The healer nods and looks at you "Well you look fine now recruit, take the other recruit and clear out, your in the way" Quinten pokes his head around the curtains and looks over at Dande, his ears are bright red as he shuffles over "I'm such an idiot" he mumbles quietly "Wimble told me she'd given me death cooties....."

Dandelion tilts his head to the side, causing one of his ears to fall down. "Death cooties?" he echoes and tries to keep from grinning, but is unable to mask a slight twitching in the corner of his mouth.

Quinten sighs and shuffles towards the door "Girls all are too much trouble, and all because i caught her and Niveus flirting instead of standing sentry duty.."

Dandelion starts to follow Quinten out. "I hope you told on them. I wouldn't sneak off duty to m..." He pauses, and then corrects himself. "I wouldn't sneak off duty like that."

Quinten looks at Dande and sighs "Not sure who i need to report too....and Wimble ripped me to shreds for sneaking up on them and well i guess i mouthed off about how if i'dbe a vermin they'd both be dead"

"Well, they would be." Dandelion remarks, and then pauses again. "I think you ought to report them though."

Quinten nods and sighs "Well ok i'll let lieutenant Darklet know when i see him later"

Dandelion touches his nose gingerly. "Hope it doesn't start bleeding again." he mutters.

Quinten looks at your nose "How did you hurt it?"

Dandelion looks at the ceiling, embarrassed, and tugs his ear a little. "Lost my grip on the sling during practice..."

Quinten chuckles "and it hit you in the nose? I'm not allowed to use slings i'm so useless with them"

Dandelion grumbles. "I just keep getting hit on the nose for some reason. It's like it attracts a beating..." He lowers his voice a little, frowning. "Last boxing practice, I got told to stop blocking with my face..."

Quinten chuckles and winks at you "Last Boxing practice i got told the same thing, seem my face is an easy target too"

Dandelion is quiet for a while, and then tugs at an ear again. "I wonder when they'll let us out on missions?"

Quinten shrugs "No idea, guess when we prove we're ready and they assign us to a patrol"

Dandelion sighs. "I suppose that will take a while in my case."

Quinten smiles "Mine two, from the sounds of it two more seasosn i got to wait"

Dandelion smiles. "Well, I suppose we'll be let out in due time... Meanwhile, I gotta get back to training." He waves his paw and heads for the stairs with long strides.

Quinten nods and follows you "Ok Dande good idea"

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