Quinten Log 36 - 28 01 2006

Salamandastron: Training Room

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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls

seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray

arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery

targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance

off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of

simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper

target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the

walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several

wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the

room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses

tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,

assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.

Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against

the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.

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[DYN] sorrel is taken

Quinten us in the gym stripped to the waist and bobbing on his foot paws infront of the punching bag, he lays into it with a flurry of jabs, paws moving rappidly to set it swinging away from him, as it swings back in he turns and kicks it sending it left only to be met by his left paw knocking it back, he moves around the bag, punching and kicking with reall vim an vigour"

Sorrel walks in, a towel slung around her neck, in a tight sleeveless shirt, and a pair of black britches, her trademark red bracers on her paws and footpaws. She looks about and notices Quinten. All weight goes on one footpaw, as she watches him ,a distant smile on her face, She dare not pipe, up, in case she ruins his spell.

Quinten spins around facing away from the bag, acting as if he was attacking an enemy infront of him now, paws jabbing at the air, then as the bag swings down he lashes out with his hind legs agin knocking the bag backwards, he jabs an upper cut at thin air and turns ducking low to pummel into the swinging bag

Sorrel raises her brows, her ears going forward. She doesn't even notice when her headfur falls in front of her face. She just sort of watches, in a nostalgic dream

Quinten dances left and stops panting, leaning on the wall, his fur soaking and slicked down to his body, muscled showing against the dark brown fur, hhe raises his eyes and salutes you "Miss Sorrel Ma'am i never saw you come in"

Sorrel stands up straight, knocking aside the saluted paw. "No leutenants in 'ere, ye c'n knock that stuff off..." She says, smiling and adjusting the towell, though it never comes off. "Though yehr a might good at that. Been practicin' everyday, atleast."

Sorrel laughs. "Aye, it shows." She says, walking forwards and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, squeezing them affectionately. "Yehr like me little prodige, eh wot?"

Quinten laughs and leans forwards steady on Sorrel i'm all over muck an sweat "He tosses his ears back and grins "And i guess so and i'm getting better with the sabre too"

Sorrel nods, smiling. "Aye, tha's good. Soon I'll 'ave ta teach ye ;ow ta use a double sword too!" She says, sitting down on a bench nearby.

Quinten blinks "Double sword? hmmm think i could handle it? I mean i had to make my own sabre" he grstures at his pile of clothing and the wooden practice sabre resting on the top of it "I'm so short all the others were too heavy" he picks up a towel and starts to work on his fur

Sorrel nods. "Oh aye, they're incredibly light. Though not till later. Tell me, 'ow's life been?"

Quinten sits down and sighs "Great......sort of....well..." he grins ears tinging red "I got to hug the lieutenant yesterday in the hot springs" He chuckles "he was in a stressed out mood and needed a hug"

Sorrel blinks, and can't help but laugh out loud at this, though she goes soomber afterwaords. "Oh aye? Wot's he on about mate? Ye know?"

Quinten shakes his head "Not really....i think he was just stressed out, somthing must have happned when he went to Halyard, did you hear he brought a Badger back with him....She's huge"

Sorrel nods. "Oh aye, I heard.I think I'd betta talk ata him soon..." She says, looking off a bit. "Lord knows 'ee needs it..."

Quinten nods and sighs "I wish i could help him more...he's a great officer"

Sorrel nods, looking at the floor. " Aye..." She says. Off in her own world. In fact so much that the towell starts to sleep off her neck and she scrambles to replace it, blushes heavily.

Quinten doesn't seem to notice the slipping towel laying his own towl around his neck so it dangles down over his ruffled and sweat matted fur "Anyway i just got to do me best and keep my mind focussed on training as hard as i can"

Sorrel nods, adjusting the towel to be extra sure, and sitting up straight, still quite red in the face. "Aye. an' may'ap someone yehr age'll come along..." She says, trying o change the topic.

Quinten blinks and sighs sagging back "I doubt it....only recruits my age are Terr and Taye....all terr talks about is does...though Taye...." he trails off and sighs starring across the room at nothing

Sorrel laughs a bit, looking at him. "Aye?" She asks, her paws still lingering on the towel, it falls a bit, revealing a few red spots. She gets extremely flustered.

Quinten nods and leans back "aye...Taye..." he murmurrs then he sits up noticing one of the red spots "I Say sorrel wots wrong ma'am"

Sorrel looks at him, a mix of harshness, desperation and embarrassment on her face. Nothin! Don' worry yehr pretty li'l head about it, eh Quint, she says, patting him on the head.

Quinten splays his ears out in opposite directions and frowns "Is me place to worry ma'am if ye go an get injured who will teach me"

Sorrel blinks, and smiles more sweetly. "Aw mate, dannae worry about it, eh wot? M' not injured jus' ... jus' well...you'll understan' someday..." She says, realizing how scandelous it sounded and looking at the floor.

Quinten looks suspiciously at her until se says someday and then he smirks "I'll ask Brivicus about it thenm i bet he knows"

Sorrel splutters and pats wquinten's shoulder. "No no! No eh...need to do that mate..." she says, laughing nervously. "Sides, ye'd prolly get the same reaction from him." She says, adjusting her towell again at the knock.

Quinten laughs again and rolls his eyes "I say all this fallin for chaps bussiness is dreadfully complicated"

Sorrel laughs. "Aye but if ye -really- want to know, I'm sure All ye have to do is get one o' th' -straight- buck drunk." She says, and with a touch of irony, takes a hip flask and downs a good portion of whiskey from it. "Tis no need to worry about 'em...An' wotever ye do, -don't- ask brivicus."

Quinten looks at Sorrel and smirks "I don't want to get a -straight- buck drunk....i want one of the less straight ones....." he grins at her and jabs at her

Quinten looks at Sorrel and smirks "I don't want to get a -straight- buck drunk....i want one of the less straight ones....." he grins at her and jabs at her

Sorrel stick her tongue out, laughing "Oh that was foul..." She says, jabbing back at him. "I meant ta know what these...welll...the marks are...But mercy, I'm not gonna be th' one ta taint such an' ...innocent....I -think-...mind!"

Quinten smirks and Sorrel and waggles his ears back and forth "Well i may be a young buck Ma'am but i am in the long patrol....you hear the older ones talking about things you pick the odd bit up here and there"

Sorrel chuckles. "Aye.. earblade Neville and such. They're 'ilarious, ones. Friendly too. Some o' me closest friends...don' hang around em, they're a bad influence." She says jokingly. "I like to pretend I have a clean consience."

Quinten snerks and then starts laughing covering his muzzle with a paw "Well Sorrel ma'am....i don't want a clean concious wot"

Ears picking up the voices coming from the training room, Flare pads down the corridor and pokes her head into the room, curious eyes alight. Watching the two who seem to be the source of the conversation intently, she quietly slips into the training room, drawn towards the oak stands for the archery range.

Quinten Quinten snerks and then starts laughing covering his muzzle with a paw "Well Sorrel ma'am....i don't want a clean concious wot" The bucks in just a pair of white trousers, a towel danging around his shoulders and his fur damp from sweat.

Sorrel raises a brow. "Oh aye an' -ye- grew up fast...dannae ye think ye hang around Roth and Raph enough. "She jokes. "But yehr boxin' -is- improvin'."

Quinten nods his head and "I'm just trying to show i'm mature enough to do me exam Sorrel and thanks me boxing seems to be my best skill" he glances at the doe and waves a paw not having seen her before, "Hey there miss"

Flare, not wanting to interrupt the boxing session, selects a bow from one of the stands. Turning and nodding--though rather icily--to Quinten in return greeting as she twangs the string of the bow experimentally, she glances at the buck's opponent and then returns her attention to the equipment that the archery stand has to offer.

Sorrel watches flare for a second before turning back to him. "Ye dannAe need ta worry, ye'll pass et easy." She says, adjusting the fire red brecers on her paws. "But in the mean times, less upgrade."

Quinten tilts his head "less upgrade? wots that mean ma'am?" leaning back against the wall he watches the doe and her archery and shrugs if she's gonna be rude she's gonna be rude"

Perhaps that was a little too cold. Sigh. Oh well. Flare selects and arrow, keeping the boxers in her peripheral vision for curiosity's sake and draws the bowstring taunt, arrow notched and only beginning to aim, her posture enough to say: I'd like to be left alone, thanks.

Sorrel grins. "Ta kickboxin', ye dolt. Tis a lot more'n usin' yehr foopaws, so'll take a lot lonaga ta learn."

Flare room-pages, "Well I guess we can sort of continue... Dunno.".

Quinten watches Sorrel depart and shrugs resuming towelling his fur dry, leaving him looking a bit scruffy, eyes watching the doe as she fires the bow

Flare selects another arrow, glancing to the door just as Sorrel departs, leaving just the scruffy buck and her in the room. "'m Flare," she murmurs in sign of truce.

Sorrel has left.

Quinten smiles and hops closer and nods "I'm Quinten or just plain ol Quin your not half bad wiv thhat i'm no good with those things and in the words of the majah" he ahems and in a rather good imitation of Major Jarrils voice speaks up "Recruit Quinten if you touch a bow again i'll give you a good kickin from crater to entrance"

Flare gives a low chuckle at his joke with a tilt of her head as she lets loose another arrow, this one landing a little better than the last. "'m in his patrol, y'know," she remarks lightly, selecting another arrow from the quiver with calm ease, her breathing carefully controlled. And being in his patrol at the moment means...

Quinten covers his paw and chuckles "Then please don't tell him i did tha, or he's likely to kick me in tha rear" he perks up ten "Ooh that means you must know Lt. Zeraph"

Flare lowers the bow and looks at Quinten with a quirked brow of curiosity. But... never mind. "No, I don', I only jus' go' int'the Patrol," she replies and glances at a sudden increase in activity outside in the intersection. "I've got t'go," she says hastily and drops the bow and disappears out into the corridor amongst the traffic.

End Log due to Starting TP