Quinten Log 2 - 13 09 2005

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Salamandastron: Secondary Infirmary

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This is the Secondary Infirmary of Salamandastron, the room to where all

wounded beasts who must be treated immediately are taken. There is a

small alley in the room, with 5 beds each on both sides of it, the back

wall just a mass of cupboards holding herbs, though not as many. One of

the cupboards has no door, and a string dangles down, looping around a

pulley somewhere below the opening. It is a dumbwaiter, leading up to

the Main Infirmary, used for transporting herbs and other medical

supplies to the Secondary Infirmary if need be.

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Quinten has been sat around the infirmary all night and morning, Howard brought him into the mountain to aid getting the vixen in for some treatment and then left him there, and the infirmary staff have been no good, just ignoring him

The tall fighter buck is only in the infirmary because of visiting an injured hare that got shot through the ear on his watch. Zeraph speaks quietly to his companion, who just shakes his head, and that is that. He goes to move out of the door, ears layering back, though he gives a glance towards Quinten.

Quinten notices the tall buck and bounds to his feet, "I say good chap...could you ruddy well stop for a moment and tell me where the bally devil I am? I stopped my delightful peramble up the shore to bring an injured vixen into this bally mountain then got brushed off and left here, i say bad form wot"

Malica sits up on the cot she was told to rest on(She is all bandaged up in replace of the scars in her desc) She looks around quietly and slightly nervously..

Zeraph lifts a brow at the other hare, then half smirks. "You don't know where you are, aye?" The fighter seems to think that this is kind of funny. "You're in Salamandastron. Mountain of the Long Patrol." He squints at him, looking him up and down, then Malica gets his attention and he looks in her direction curiously.

Quinten frowns "Salamandastron? Well i say i thought this here place was a bally myth granmama used to spin tales about on a winter night. Well sir would you kindly explain why i've been locked away in this here hospital? I'm not injured and i was really rather enjoying being free from the ole family"

Icepaw has arrived.

Malica tries to reach for something with her bandaged stump and sighs remembering that arm is gone. She reaches out the other arm grabbing a drink of water from something beside the cot.

Zeraph shrugs lightly, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, you know..I don't have anything to do with the infirmaries..so.." The buck just begins to smirk again. "Well, I can't tell you why you've been put in here." He chuckles.

Quinten crosses his paws and grumbles "Well there is nothing wrong with me, I was just helping the ladt over there in" he waves a paw at the vixen "I'd have left but i don't know how to get out, not that i have any bally place to go to anyway"

"Why don't you just stay here then?" Zeraph leans against the wall close to the door. "If you have no where else to go, wot?" The fighter sighs as he gazes around.

You say, "Well i'd be imposing on your hospitality, I'd hardly be much of a Tof'marole De'lenae if i started taking liberties now,""

Zeraph raises a brow. "What does that mean?" The hare just has his arms folded across his chest now, one ear cocked back further than the other. His whiskers give a twitch. "You'd be apart of the Long Patrol if you stayed, so you'd be earning your keep."

Malica returns the hare's wave with a nod before she starts to drink her water

Quinten frowns "Well i hardly think you'd want a useless lump like me in your patrol, i mean look at me, i can barely manage a Javelin." he looks at Malica and smiles "I am sorry my dear, how are you today?"

Zeraph just shrugs and shakes his head. "That's what training's for." Then his attention stops on the vixen again, as the other buck speaks to her.

Malica's eyes alight with laughter "Your dear? Very interesting thing to call me."

Quinten blinks "Well its just a term of endearment ma'am, no offence meant...." he looks back at Zeraph and frowns "So....how would a beast join this here patrol of yours? What would it entail of me?"

Zeraph smiles mischievously at Quinten, nodding. "Good of you to ask..Well, if you were a fighter, you'd just protect these lands with the rest of us, ya know?" The buck grins more.

Quinten frowns "Well i have some skill with the spear and javelin.... but what should i be doing to join you lot? Sounds quite interesting"

Malica chuckles and says "No offense was taken, Just extreme amusement."

Zeraph brushes his fingers through his whiskers in thought. "Well, you'd have to speak to one of the officers, of course." The buck straightens again, away from the wall. "Perhaps they already thought you were part of the Patrol, aye?" He winks.

Quinten blinks "Dressed like this?" he waves a paw at his outfit "I'd hardly sayy i was one of your chipper lot." he nods to Malica "ammusement ma'am?"

Malica nods "Yes, Very amused to be called your dear."

Zeraph seems to be the amused one now, glancing up and down at the other hare's outfit. "I suppose..and you call /us/ a chipper lot." The buck stares cracking up.

Quinten stands up straighter "Well i do say....wahts so off with my outfit? Its what my papa insists we wear"

Zeraph tries to control the laughter..It doesn't quite work. "Oh..then I'd shoot my dad, no offense." He begins coughing to try and cover it up, then goes to put an arm around Quint's shoulders. "Perhaps..we should get you something else on?"

Malica scoots over to the edge of the cot and sits with her feet planted on the ground.

Bailey blinks wearily, staggering into the Infirmary. She catches her lame footpaw on a stray broom, losing her balance, which was poor to begin with, after the scrap with a pair of lizards. She has a nasty-looking headwound, as well.. Probably was clubbed with a blunt object. "Mum? ... Wot's goin' on, eh? Where's.. Mum?"

Quinten frowns at the younger hair then at the buck with his arm around his shoulder "What do you mean? Into something else? and what does being a recruit entail?"

Zeraph just continues to smile in a good-natured manner down at the other hare. "Oh, it just means that you will be training to be a full fledged patroller." Then Bailey stumbles in and all attention goes to her, moving forward. "Are you alright, dear?"

Quinten stands there and watches Zeraph move to help bailey "I understnad that bit.." he mutters "What you fail to mention s what i will be expected to do....i mean its some kind of military outfit right? I've no idea how to act in one of them"

Zeraph flicks an ear in his direction before he glances back briefly. "I'm wearing one though, so there's no problem." He goes to back to looking down at Bailey.

Malica looks to Bailey worriedly and stands up, She starts to go over to her saying "You alright?"

Bailey squints, dust and dirt caked around her eyes. "Fine, m'lad, just fine.. Dealt a quick blow'r two ter a pair o' narsty lizard thingies.. Tried to.. Well, then they went and tied me up, kickin' me aroun'.. Nasty thing, lizards."

Quinten frowns "Lizards.... nasty beasts what, ran into one last winter, frightful bores"

Zeraph glances towards Malica and Quinten. "Could someone get the bowl of water off that table over there?" The buck nods in the direction he is speaking of, though.

Quinten looks obver and nods strolling over to pick it up and bring it back "Sure thing ole lad"

Zeraph nods his thanks as he takes the bowl from him and sets it on the floor, taking the cloth out of the water to help her get the dirt off.

Quinten leans against the wall and frowns as he watches the other hare, still mulling over whether to ask to sign up or not

Bailey shivers and crumples to the floor, her eyes glazing a bit. "M'so tired.. I can sleep now, right Mum?" She's obviously delusional, the blow to her head and days without food and water have definately taken their collective toll.

Quinten moves forwards witha cry as she collapses "Oh my aunties blouse... is she ok?"

Howard arrives from an undisclosed location, probably the cold exterior of the mountain. He seems annoyed to be caught up in a gathering such as this, and he quickly makes it apparent. For a moment he peers at the fox and then at Quinten. "Are you still here?" he asks the younger hare.

Malica moves to help up the hare and move her over to a cot, Disregarding the fact she should be laying on a cot right now.

Zeraph helps to move her, shaking his head about the poor doe, then he turns to look Howard up and down, in a skeptical way, but then again he's not known for his friendly manner to /all/ new beasts.

Quinten looks at the older hare who he met yesterday "Why yes i would be sir, Mister erm...well this hare he was attempting to talk me into singing up to your Long patrol"

Zeraph goes to nudge Quinten, with a smile again. "Oh, but you got it wrong. It's /my/ Patrol." And here he doesn't even know the other buck's name. Hahaha. The fighter then nods to Howard a silent greeting.

You say, "oh well i don't quite understand all these points.... I'm Quinten Tof'marole De'lenae from the South...pleasure to meet you...." he shakes his head "Dearie me look at me, forgetting all manners""

Bailey mutters incoherently, trembling from fever or somesuch illness. "Bailey.. Dad, that you? M'name's Bailey, not Quinten.. Bailey, Dad.. Dad.."

Malica moves to gently set her paw on the young hare "You need anything hun?"

Howard seats himself on the end of an empty bed and folds his arms. "A grasp of sarcasm." he comments under his breath.

Zeraph bows to Quinten, which would probably result in him nearly striking the other buck in the face with the long hilt of the sword on his back. "Zeraph Corrion Morgan. A pleasure to meet you."

You say, "Pleasure to meet you sir...so how does one go about singing up for this here Long Patrol bussiness.... it seems...it may be what i have been a looking for, someplace to test myself and find a place"

Bailey bolts upright in her cot, eyes blazing. "Git 'way from my Mum, scaled freak! I swear on me brothah's grave I'll rip yer limb from limb from slith'ry tongue!" She blinks rapidly, not knowing where she is. Curling up, shivering, perspiring and very frightened, she murmurs, "Where's this place 'ere?"

Howard stares at Bailey his state indifferent.

Quinten blinks and freezes "Ah look at us, cas the both of us, nattering pleasentries whilst a maid lies in peril..."

Malica does her best to look comforting, She says "Shh, It's alright hun. No idea where we are though.."

Howard grumbles shifts on the bed top, propping an ankle on the opposing knee. "Do you beasts listen to anything? I said this yesterday. This is Salamandastron."

Quinten looks at Howard adn sighs "I heard that sir yes, and Mister Zeraph there told me about the long Patrol, i really would like to sign up if i may..."

Malica erms "No offense but you don't quite remember as well when a grump tells you things." Yeah, She's quite blunt.

Howard remains as he is "That or you wont make the effort. I wouldn't be surprised."

Malica chuckles "I'm sure it's that."

Quinten looks around adn sighs "Is there any beast i can talk to who is not going to snap my head off for not understand things?"

Malica smiles and says sweetly "I won't."

Howard shrugs non-comittally "Probably. Try an officer, they're normally the bouncy-happy-fun-time-toff sort.

Quinten nods "Well ok then.... i guess i'll try and find one kind sir."

Malica chuckles "Probably don't want to tick off an officer no matter who you are."

Howard humphs. "No you do not." he grumbles speaking from both experience and pessimism.

Quinten sits back downadn sighs "Maybe i had better wait...if i go wandering about the halls on of you chaps is bound to arrest me"

Howard mutters to himself "I should be so lucky..." he sighs and leans forward to look the young Hare in the eyes "Truth be told you don't start something and it won't be something. You're in no danger here. Not from the officers at least."

Malica nods "I'm sure I'm in more danger then you."

Quinten looks up and smiles thinly "I don't intend to start anything sir....but i have a tendancy to say things i really shouldn't....thats why i left home..it was that or get my ears boiled by dad"

Malica gets back onto her cot and lays back

Quinten leans back in his chair and closes his eyes "If you say so,.....but my ole pops was screaming blue murder at me when i legged it"

Quinten looks at Howard and leans forwards "So what exactly does tis here Long Patrol entail? If i sign up what will they expect of me? How will they expect me to act?"

Howard smirks in some odd fashion that is defiantly not joviant "Right. You'll train, maintain and eventually cause pain.".

Quinten blinks "Ok...well traiing i can handle, and pain if there ar evermin to deal with but maintain?"

Howard unfolds his arms and makes as if sweeping with a broom. "Chores."

Bailey has left.

Quinten blinks "CHORES! well i do say, i had more then enough of that at my mothers...but i guess one must sacrifice some liberties to reach ones goals....so how exactly am i supposed to talk to beasts?"

Howard drops his paws to his lap. "Just carry on gibbering like you normally do, most of these buggers do it anyway."

You say, "Well if you think so...but most of the times...well i get in trouble for saying things and i have a horrible suspicion i'd get thrown out..."

Howard says, "Hmph. Best keep quiet then if thats the case."

You say, "Yes sir, i'll try my level best i promise you""

Howard, seeming to be calming down, lies back "Note to the wise, I'm not an officer. Keep the sirring for the brass."

You say, "Oh ok then... well i do not know who any of you bally chaps are yet""

Howard speaks at the ceiling "You'll work it out or someone will tell you."

You say, "well ok then...so where does a beast go for tucker?""

Howard points to the door. "Dining Hall. Follow smell."

Quinten nods and stands up "Ok then...errr am i allowed to eat here liek?"

Howard says, "Probably. Don't advise getting caught."

Howard slowly rises and without warning vanishes into the corridor.