Quinten Log 32 - 24 01 2006

Salamandastron: Crafts Room

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The room which lies before you is perhaps at first frightening in its chaotic appearance. It seems that every manner of thing that could possibly aid in the creation of anything is placed in this room. Obviously, it is mainly a room for the making of clothing, what with the vast amount of materials lying about, as well as the tools needed for the shaping and joining of the materials, but the room is also utilized for other things, though these other areas are separated from the rest. It is a fairly vast room, after all. These areas include a wood-working section as well as a much-used section quartered off for the creation of parchment paper. Also, there is a section devoted to the creation of dyes, as well as inking materials, for writing with.

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Sorrel has arrived.

Quinten is sat on a stool idly shaving wood from a rectangular block in his paws, slowly forming it into the shape of a practice sabre, he's starring away into the distance, a dreamy moony eyed look in his eyes as his paws work

Sorrel wanders in, fur a little wet from her daily workout. She looks about silently, and soon makes her way over to the buck.

Quinten doesn't seem to have seen you at first but when he does he jumps in surprise and shoves the block of wood behind his back "SORREL ma'am...sorry i thought the door was locked i was daydreamin gabout.....uhm..." hhe bllushes ears standing up and going red

Sorrel raises a brow, stopping at this reaction. "Ere now wot's this?" She asks, eyebrow raise. "I'm by no means a 'ma'am', or any officer o' th' like. An' why'd I punish yea for lettin' yehr mind wander eh?" She smiles, walking forward and ruffling his headfur.

Quinten blushes "More...uhm....you caught me working wood again ma'am..."

Sorrel pauses, and laughs, sitting down beside him. "Ah, I see." She crosses her legs. "Well, aren't we a shy little beast?"

Quinten nods and sighs melodramtaicly "Sorrel...what uhm i mean....can i ask you something personal?"

Sorrel blinks a bit, ears perking a bit. ahh...sure..wot is...is et?" She asks, stumbling over her speech. She recrosses her legs, shifting her wait on the chair.

Quinten leans forwards and whispers "Its just...tha in the last couple oh weeks...i keep geting these feelings and such....an well uhm....it never happened afore...."

Sorrel turns red suddenly, and looks at the floor. "ummmmm..." she says quietly. "Eh...ye were never told then?"

Quinten frowns "Tole wot? all i know is everytime isee em or hear em i start signing and starring off after em like a dopey doodle"

Sorrel turns redder, but can't help snorting a bit at that "...Er, a...nothin' else?" She's half afraid to ask. "Look...maybe ye should see ah...I don' know...Buckthorn...er Rothal about et..."

Quinten scratches his ears "About waht? don't ye know about it?"

Sorrel has covered most of her face with her paws. "mmmhmm...But maybe I'm not th' person

Quinten sighs and picks up the half carved wooden sabre "Lt. Zeraph..." he starts to shave wood from it again "He's soo dreamy.....just seeing him.....walk by or when he stop ta ruffle me ears....." e sighs that moony teenage look of infatuation in his eyes

Sorrel starts back a bit, and stands up quite suddenly, coughing hysterically. Her face is bright red -all- the way to her eartips.

Quinten sighs and looks back down at his work, ears bright red slowly working on the wood "Sorry....just i got no one else to talk to abou tit....."

Sorrel calms down after a small bit, but she is still bright red. She pants, leaning against a table. "No...It's...its okay, Quinten..jus'...surprised is all." She says, smiling in spite of herself.

Quinten looks up and then straight back down "Well...its...i just don't know...i mean a few weeks ago i was running away from gettin cooties...an now...now i can't get im out of me head...." he sighs again dreaimly

Sorrel laughs a bit, going forward to trap Quinten in a hug. "Well...cooties aren't the problem...well...yes they are..or..I don't know!" She sighs, ruffling his headfur. "I seriously suggest ye ask Buck abou' et."

Quinten nods "Ok...Buck i'll try and track im down ten"

Sorrel chuckles, still in the hug. "So...It's jus' a feelin' in yehr 'eart, aye?" She asks, half regretting it.

Quinten looks up and sighs nodding "Ya...an well all over, a tingling feelin"

Somewhere on the muck, Jarril has disconnected.

Sorrel caughs once more, patting Quinten's back and straightening up. " I see..."

Quinten smiles up at you, "So uhm...its ok rigt? meant to happen like>"

Sorrel nods, looking down at the floor a bit. "Aye...I...I think so, but..." She shakes her head suddenly, ears flopping about. "Jus' don't worry about et. Et's perfeckly normal fer a...a...-buck- yehr age."

Quinten smiles and nods "Ok Sorrel" he carries on working on the wood and smiles softly whilst he looks down, ears flicking froms ide to side

Sorrel sits back down again, picking up a discarded knot of wood and tossing it from one paw to the other. "So...'Ow's yehr boxin' goin?"

Quinten smiles "Great Sorrel really great you should have seen me last night, Lt. raph said i was doing really well"

Sorrel laughs a bit. "Aye, an' he should know. E's one o' the few woh's beat me at a match, if'n ye believe." She says, her face faded to pink.

Quinten nods and smiles, paws still working away slowly on the wood in his paws "Ok tha great new....i'm hoping to get someone to spar against again soon been too long since i had a good match"

Sorrel smiles. "Aye...I feel like I've been doin' nothin' but runnin' and punchin' at shadows me entire life."

Quinten chortles and nods "Should ave seen me last night Sorrel was up in the Training room watching the Liuetenant" small sigh "And Majah Darklett havin at each other an aye couldn't keep still went at me shadow like a maden"

Sorrel raised a brow. "Majah Darklett? ...d' ye like 'im?" She seems to become slightly distant.

Quinten looks up "Yeah the Majah is nice enough, likes the fact i want ta be a fightah, great teacher too...uhm why? sometin wrong?"

Sorrel smiles a bit, her voice quiet. "Nah. not at all...D'ye believe I knew 'im back since before 'e even 'ad a rank?"

You ask, "You did? well tha's cool bet you got some stories ye could tell" he asks hopefully"

Quinten chortles and nods paws still working away at the wood, white smock covered in sawdust and woodshavings, the rectagle is looking recoognisably like a wooden sabre blade now "Wow....tha Majah? aye don't believe it"

Sorrel's eyes flit side to side, as if trying to think of something important. "eh....s'what ye makin' there?

Quinten holds up the wood "Sabre fer practicing wid, i didn't like any of the others in the training room...." he taps the book on the table "According to this book meant to be made to the right weight fer me height"

The door is slowly pushed open and Zeraph steps in around it halfway, enough to gaze into the entire room without letting the door go. His ears lift as he sees Sorrel, but he remains quiet so as not to interrupt a conversation. The Lieutenant pushes all the way into the crafts area, trying to be as unnoticed as possible, going towards the portion where parchment is made.

Sorrel nods, smiling. Her ears flit in the direction of Zeraph, and she looks up, brightening a bit. Then she pauses, studying the way he goes bout, a small frown on her face.

Quinten looks up as he sees Sorrel look around and squeeeks droppping the wood on the table he bounces up trying to block it from view, he snaps off a salute, heels clicking together "Lt. Zeraph...sir..." he looks up at the older buck smiling slightly as he watches him walk across the room

Zeraph pauses in his journey halfway across the room, ears flickering when Quinten greets him. A half smile is given to the recruit. "Good afternoon, Quint." He states, then actually grins a greeting to Sorrel now that..it seems he is completely noticed. Again he moves towards the parchment portion.

Sorrel puts her paws on her hips. "Watcha doin' eh?" She asks, skiping formalities, as she often does."

Quinten sags back down onto the stool watching Zeraph walk "he smiled at me" he murmurs almost too low for Sorrel to hear and then turns around to hunch over the woodworking bench gathering things up and getting ready to hide them

Sorrel aprroaches him slightly, half smiling at Quint's statement. "Somethin' more..." She says, griinning like the hyper one she is. Then suddenly, the grin's dissappeared, and she has a genuine look of concern on her face. "isn't it?"

Quinten has the book closed and back in his bag and the woodworking tools all back where they belong only thing he can't hide is the half carved sabre blade

Zeraph blinks sideways at Sorrel, brows furrowing a little. "No?" He seems a bit confused, then straightens with paper in his paws, stretching his back a little. "Is just bothering me."

Sorrel Frowns a bit, tilting her head. "where's it itchin'? middle o' yehr back eh?"

Quinten has gone silent wood held up behind his back making him look a tad odd with both arms hiding it as he watching the lt. with wide dreamy eyes.

Zeraph smiles a little in a reassuring way at Sorrel. "I caught some metal in the tussle." He just holds the parchment under one arm, then goes towards the middle of the room again, glancing at Quint. He gives him a questioning look. Maybe wondering if he's alright.

Quinten looks away form the liuetenant shifting his arms up behind his back

Zeraph thinks this is odd, so he begins towards Quinten. "What're you doing, then?" He goes to just look over the recruit's shoulder to see what he is holding.

Quinten side skips around thre lieutenant as he tries to look, trying to keep it hiddne "Nothing...sir..." it comes out in a squeek as his nostrils fill with the bucks scent

The Lieutenant isn't about to chase Quinten around the room. He just stops where he is, straightening up and eyeing the younger buck. "Then why are you hiding it from me, recruit?" Zeraph states in an authoritative way.

Sorrel has left.

Quinten stops and hangs his head, ears flopping forwards "Uhm...its just this sah..." quiet timid voice....not wishing to upset the lieutenant, he holds forth the wood, the bottom half is still a square rectangle but standing up from it is half a sabre blade,

Zeraph's gaze trails down to what Quinten is holding. His ears slowly flick up. "Hmm? You're making this?" The officer doesn't go any closer, but looks interested in the fact that the recruit was carving the blade.

Quinten nods and holds it up "Yes sir....i've been studying some old books of Lord Urthwyte on the side...on woodworking...none of the practice sabres are the right weight so i'm err carving one"

Zeraph smirks a little. "Well. It seems you're doing a good-enough job. Were you taught woodworking at home?" He begins to just go back into the calm state he usually resides in.

Quinten flicks his ears at the praise and takes a step closer "Yes sir...i was boxing and javelins and woodcraft sir...i've kinda been hiding it....don't want to give the bullies any reason to pick on me....not that they will...they only go after those who can't defend emselves anyways"

"Well, that's not necessarily true in every case." Raph grins at Quinten, trying to make him feel better, like he wasn't trying to frighten him. "But, whatever your reasons, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

Quinten smiles and steps closer again holding it up "Well they do seem to pick on Terrance a hell of alot...but you sure this is ok?"

Zeraph reaches out subconsciously to take the carved wood from Quinten, holding it so that the smooth out portion catches the light better. He scowls thoughtfully as his eyes trail over this part, quiet for now. Finally he lowers it to hand it back to the recruit. "Aye. It's very well-done. Keep it up." He goes to pet his ears along with the praise.

Quinten shivers at the petting and almost unconciously leans into the paw slightly "yes sir" he squeeks and hugs the wood tohimself with a happy smile, which could easily be mistaken for enthusiasm "according to the book i have to make it a certain length and weight for me height"

"Then go by the book, I'm sure you'll make it what you need. Perhaps you'll get a real saber soon if you do well." Zeraph lowers his paw from Quint's head, grinning at him, happy for the enthusiasm the recruit is showing.

Quinten claps his ears together "Really sir? but recruits never get given their own weapon"

Zeraph chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, then you should know what I meant by that." He goes to move out of the room, carrying the paper with him.

Quinten follows carrying his bag and the wood and a plane to carve with "No sir i don't...what do you mean?"

Zeraph gives a glance backwards as Quinten follows him, but he doesn't say anything about it. Getting used to being tailed like that now. "Oh. That if you do good, perhaps you'll be able to join a patrol soon enough." Opens the door, stepping out, but holding it open for the other hare.

Quinten sighs and his shoulders slump shuffling out behind you "Aye doubt it sir, aye'm still a 2nd Class recruit, aye'll not even be considered until i pass me exam to first class and not for months after that too."

"It will go quicker than you think." Zeraph states to make him feel better. "You seem to be doing very good with boxing. Fighters often box."

Quinten smiles and follows you "Really sir? That'd be great the Majah said i needed to show some better apttitude with the sabre first though"

Salamandastron: Dining Chamber

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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron. It is a

veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room

so big. Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.

Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its

presence is undeniable. Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,

each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce. The chair

at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that

occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord. The massive

object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the

sun setting over the sea.

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Zeraph has arrived.

Quinten follows you along the corridors of the mountain in the general direction of the Dining Hall.

Zeraph has made his way down a level and into the dining chamber, ears perking as he looks about at those few hares that linger within the room. The officer smirks and heads for the table that he often sits at, setting the parchment out in front of him.

Quinten dumps his bag and the wooden block at the end of the recruit table and walks over to the hatch

Zeraph glances back to Quinten as hears the bag and wood get dumped on the table, then observes him for a moment, before he takes a capped ink well from his pocket and begins to write upon a piece of the paper with a quill. Going into his own world for the time being.

Quinten Deposits a tray next to the lieutenant loaded with a bowl of soup and some fresh hot bread then moves back to get himself something to eat

Zeraph is startled out of his thoughts as the tray is placed beside him, ears cocking back. This makes him watch Quint again as he walks away. The Lieutenant shrugs and takes some of the bread to eat it while the buck writes.

Quinten moves back to the recruits table with his own tray of soup he sits dipping bread in it whilst he palnes and carves the lump of wood

Zeraph glances backward at the recruit, seeming like he wants to ask something, but for now he stays silent. He shakes his head and continues what he is doing. For a long time, all that the officer does is write quickly upon the parchment on the top of the pile, dipping the quill every now and then. Finally, he sets it off to the side, gazing at some black that has inevitably gotten upon his paw.

Quinten sets the wood aside and gathers up is empty tray walking over to the officers table and offerng to take his tray too

Zeraph stands up, folding the parchment so that it is neat and small enough to fit into one of his pants pockets. "No thank you, Quint, I've got it." The rest of the writing tools are set in their proper places for the travel back through the mountain. "You're very helpful though." He lifts the tray from the table.

Quinten smiles and bobs along ahead of you, little short buck humming happily to himself

It's Zeraph's turn to follow Quinten along, still seeming to be thinking about something else for the moment. He appears to not be completely there, just going through the natural routine. Hand in your tray, head for the door. Yep.

Quinten moves back towards the door, instep with the officer "So sir...any plans?"

Zeraph blinks back into reality, ears twisting in Quint's direction, then he smirks. "Plans? As in, what to do today?" He tucks the stack of parchment under his one arm more.

Quinten nods "Yes sir thats what i mean"

Zeraph shakes his head. "No. I haven't any plans for the moment." He seems to be thinking about something else again.

Quinten looks up "somethiig bothiering you Sir?"

"Hmm? No." Raph smirks softly. "Don't worry. It's nothing." The Lieutenant distractedly heads out of the dining chamber.

Quinten nods and watches the Lt. leave with a bit of sigh eyes following his exit

Quinten sit back at his table softly carving away at the wooden block he was working with earlier, not seeming to mind if people see him with it now.

Sorrel sidles in, running her fingers through her hair, she stops and looks around for familiar faces.

Quinten waves an ear at Sorrel paws busy carving wood and the reamisn of his lunch spread before him

Sorrel catches the movement, and moves to the table, sitting across from him. "Heya, how goes?"

Sorrel grins. " ll tha's good. How's yehr sword goin'?"

Quinten holds it up, "I've nearlycarved out the blade then i just gots ta shape it"

Sorrel Nods. "S'good. s'great, actually!"

Quinten smiles "the Lt. thought so too"

Sorrel smiles deeper, rubbing the back of her neck. "Ye two 'ave a nice talk?"

Quinten blinks and blushes "Uhm not really Sorrel, not bout that of course i wouldn't say anything bout that"

Sorrel rolls eher eyes. "An' who's bein' presumptuous now? I jus' meant talkin'. not about that."

Quinten blushes and almost stabs hiimself in the finger with his knife "Oh well we talked about me woodwork"

Sorrel tilts her head a bit, eyebrows raised. "OH? What'd 'e say?"

You say, "He said it was good very good, and told me to keep trying, he also said i might get given me own Sabre soon....whihc is good news""

Sorrel nods a bit. "It is!" She smiles. "Well, anythin' else to report?"

Quinten shakes his head "Na not anything else, but i'm hoping if i can get this finished" he taps the wood "An get in some good practice i can try for my exam"

Sorrel blinks. "Exam? What exam?"

You say, "Tha exam tae go from 2nd class recruit tae 1st class""

Sorrel smiles. "Aaaa..." she fiddles with her paws a bit, looking down at the table.

Quinten looks up "Somtin wrong?"

Sorrel looks up a bit, brightening. "What? Oh, no, not at all..."

Quinten smiles and claps your shoulder "Great, waht say we go box?"

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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Sorrel has arrived.

Brivicus has arrived.

Sorrel walks in, peeling her green tunic off, and shedding the other half of her uniform, now dressed in black britches and a tight white shirt. She tightens her hairtie and hops over the ropes, calling over her shoulder. "Y'comin', Quint?"

Quinten hops under the ropes, pulling his gloves over his paws and untying the chord around his wite smock, he shrugs out of the tunic top and folds it over the ropes with the belt "Ready an willing boss"

Brivicus happens to be inside the boxing chamber at the time. He is carving at a small wooden block, making it into a figure. He looks up from his work to see Sorrel and smiles and waves, "Hey, lassie! Ready t'smite a foe now, eh?"

Sorrel nods, busy fastening the breakers, she seems focused on this task. So its not a surprise when she jumps at the new voice. She looks up quickly, and squeels, leaving no explaination for Quinten as she leaps over the ropes and into the buck's arms. A muffled "Brik!" Can be heard.

Quinten chuckles and leans on the ropes tying his ears back with a headband "Coom on Sorrel stop squeezing him tae death" he bounces back from the ropes and sets imself, bobbing and weaving jabbing at his shadow

Brivicus drops the knife, luckily, before Sorrel gets into his arms, "Ha-ha! You miss me? Sorry I was gone so long, dear, but I had an errand to run..." he looks up to Quinten, "Patience, me bucko, patience!" he says with a chuckle.

Sorrel smiles, kissing the buck on the neck. "No problem at all, but if ye do it again, I'll slice yehr ears off. Ye were startin' ta make me worry!" She says, laughing a bit.

Brivicus grins, "Sorry, Sorrel. I won't do it again, I promise you..." he hugs her tight, then asks, "So, wot are you plannin' 'ere?"

Quinten chuckles and smiles "Ahhh you must be Brivicus aye remember sorrel telling me aboot ye"

Sorrel finally steps back, breathless, a grin on her face. "Jus' about ta teach Quint 'ere. Promised I'd give 'im boxin' lessons." She says, brushing at a rebellious strand of headfur.

Brivicus looks to Quinten, "Ah, really? Wot'd she have to say about me, laddo, before she wallops you a good one?"

Quinten chuckles "She said many a good thing sir, mostly about ow happy she was wiv ye"

Sorrel laughs a bit, climbing back over the ropes. "Aye. An' 'ee flipped out, wot wit' -cooties- an' all that."

Brivicus smiles, "An' I with her. I am lucky t'have a sweet lass such as her." he turns to

Sorrel, "Now, you were teachin' him some boxing, give it to him."

Quinten smirks "Aye think aye'm over tha fear oh tha cooties Sorrel jist aboot" he sets himself and rocks back waiting for her

Sorrel raises a brow. "O, so yehr taking me on, then?"

Brivicus gets in the middle of the ring, hands raised, "Now, I want this t'be a clean fight! I want blood n' vinegar on both sides o' the ring, though, so I shall referee this match!"

Quinten looks at Brivicus "Oh...was jist gonna be training loike...uhm kickboxin in too or jist paws?"

Sorrel shrugs. "Ye think yehr ready fer me ta teach ye kick boxin'? It's a might 'arder than just addin' yehr legs in."

Brivicus says, "Depend on wot the Mrs. says." he turns to Sorrel, "You wish kickboxing, or regular?" hears the answer, "All right now, boxing it is." he steps aside, "Have at ye!"

Quinten smirks at Sorrel "Aye dinnae need tha teaching maybe soom pointers though, but Boxing will do fer now"

Sorrel nods. "Alright. Ye take the first shot. Lesse if yehr quick enough ta hit me."

Brivicus smiles, "Good sport, gel." he leans against one of the posts, "I love her." he says as he does so.

Quinten nods and bounces from paw to paw then swings in at Sorrel driving his right right at her, whilst bringing his left around lower ta try and jab down under

Sorrel Blocks the first paw, a grin on her face as she pushes on it, sending the opponent back, deftly sidestepping the second blow.

Brivicus gives a couple of soft claps, not so loud as to interrupt the fight, "Good show."

Quinten drops back a pace or two and smiles "Yer better then me sorrel, but aye'll do me best yer'll see" he darts in again aiming to send a flurry of jabs at her with his left, and follow it up with a right, if he can.

Sorrel smiles irksomely, sidestepping half and blocking the rest, paws up in front of her face as a barrier.

Brivicus raises a time-out sign, "One moment, before this continues, if you pardon!"

Quinten halts bobbing on his toes as he looks over at Brivicus "Yes sahh?"

Brivicus gets to the middle of the ring, "I would like to do something before I must resign for the day. Pardon." he walks over to Sorrel, giving her a soft kiss on the lips, then grins as he skid-addles out of the ring, "Love you!"

Quinten chortles and has the good grace to not take advantage of sorrel's off balance from tha kiss. "Oh i do say wotch it Sorrel"

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