Quinten Log 41 - 03 02 2006

Salamandastron: Sauna

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Several levels of wooden 'benches' ascend like a staircase to most of the

way to the ceiling. The room's heat comes from the forge room directly

below. The ventilation shaft for the giant furnace passes directly around

this room. A small pool is in the front of the room near the door and is

and is railed off by wooden railings. Rocks are stacked in the pool,

which bubbles and steams from the heat of the forge below.

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Not really in the mood for seeing anyone, and avoiding most of the recruits anyway, Zeraph has seated himself within the sauna. The hare is upon one of the wooden benches, but leaning back against another within the next row. He is either thinking deeply about something as he watches the bubbling pool, or is half dozing. Probably the former.

Woosh! The door opens and steam escapes out, enveloping Taye with steamy goodness. He squints his eyes against it, stepping in and closing the door quickly behind him. Zeraph isn't noticed until he's sitting on the bench opposite him, at which point he nods. "Hullo, sah." He has a towel wrapped around his waist, as well as one draped around his shoulders. Hey, it's cozy. Leave him be.

The door billows open again and Quinten shuffles in, a bucket in one paw and a scrubbing brush in the other, he tugs the door closed and looks around at the steam filled room, strange he wasn't expecting it to be this full of steam at this time of day. He begins to make his way from the door towards the pool, his plain white clothing is soon sticking to him, soaked by the steam quite throughly

The cold air entering the room when Taye moves inside gets Zeraph's attention. He looks up to squint towards the younger buck, before he relaxes back again. "Hi." Is all that the officer mutters in return. That is until Quinten moves into the room as well. He sighs and goes to get up. That's the end of /his/ steaming.

Taye looks toward the door when it opens again and, upon seeing Quinten, offers a grin and a wave. "Hullo, Quin." Through the steam he notes the clothing and equipment, but doesn't bother asking what he's up to.

Quinten smiles at Taye and waves at him "Hey Taye how ar.." he then spies Zeraph and emits a squeek, drooping the bucket and backing up towards the door "Lieutenant...i...i didn't know..you where in here...sirry...i'll clear ou"

Zeraph pauses when the recruit backs for the door. "I'm not here for much longer.. if you stop blocking my exit." This is said a little bit more harsher than any tone that he has ever used with the other hare. His ears have dipped back slightly, gazing down at Quint with a scowl of sorts.

Taye looks between the two with open-mouthed surprise. He sinks back into the space between two benches, bare feet dangling over the edge of the first. "... Uh." But that's all he has to say.

Quinten squeeks again and side steps so as not to block the door way "S..sorry sir....i'll stay out of your way....i'm sorry..." his ears hang back down his head, starring at his footpaws

With a grunt and a shake of his head, the Lieutenant tugs the door open and leaves without another word to either. And not a second glance given to Quinten. This is the first time Zeraph's ever treated anyone lower in rank than him, like that.

"Geeze, mate. What'd you do to deserve /that/?" Taye looks almost in a horrified sort of awe.

Quinten sits down and hangs his head in his paws, shaking somewhat "Hee...heee got us drunk,......and and....i kissed him" he wails the last word and starts crying into his paws.

Taye's eyes widen, and despite Quinten's crying he burst out with a disturbed laugh, "You'd have to be pretty drunk t'mistake /Zeraph/ for a doe..." He hauls himself up, then, going to sit on the bench with Quin, though he keeps a distance between them. He reaches across, to pat Quin awkwardly on the shoulder. "He'll get ovah it. Just explain t'him it was a mistake."

Quinten sniffles and shies away from taye "Wasn't a mistake" he mumbles "I don't like does" thats said even quieter as he shifts further along the bench away from Taye "An i think i might ave said somthin two.." he sniffs adn wipes at his eyes.

The silence following that comment is very loud. Taye is dumbfounded. He shifts awkwardly and the only thing that saves him from jumping up from the bench is Quin's having moved first. He stares at the floor, his ears lowered. "... Uh, oh."

Quinten looks at Taye and sniffs standing up and staggering towards the door "see...i knew it...your just...like.....everyone else...think i'm a freak" he then trips over his own bucket and falls face first on the floor.

Taye flushes, about to deny or protest or something, when Quin falls. Reluctantly he stands, crossing over and extending a paw down to him in offer. "'Ere, c'mon," he murmurs. "Get up."

Quinten sniffs and takes the paw, letting the older buck help him up "Aye'm sorry...i should ave listened to Sorrel an jist not told anyone anything..."

Taye hehs. "Yeah, well. Bit too late to think of should've dones, huh?" He looks uncertainly at the other, sizing him up along with this new information to process. "So, um. Why? I mean," he blinks. Shrugs. "Yeah, uh... why?" He backs up, giving the other buck some space. The towel-serving as blanket around his shoulders is drawn close.

Quinten looks up and sniffs again sitting down on a bench and sighing "why wot? why i told people....well everyone heard about me bein drunk....an greg said was better to confront it then just ignore it."

"Why not? Well, uh..." He looks off to the side, as if searching for the reason. He shakes his head. "Well. Does are nice. So, um. That's... why?" He glances towards the door, where

Zeraph exited, and frowns. "M'thinkin'... Greg was wrong, maybe."

Quinten nods "Well....maybe an now the lt. hates me cause i got drunk....an everyones gonna pick on me an the officers won't stop shouting" he wipes his nose "though that may be cause i ducked all me classes yesterday like...was hidin in the gardens with a hangover" his ears flick from side to side and he looks at Taye and sighs "I made a right mess of things didn't Taye.....an i was so close to applying fer me exam too"

Taye frowns thoughtfully. "Well... the way I see it, Quin, ya might be a'right. Save for skippin' classes, but you could just say you were sick. Maybe stop by the infirmary t'that end, even." He sits on a bench where Quin isn't, and shrugs. "If the lieutenant got ya drunk, I doubt he'll mention it the othah officahs. Yer prob'ly safe."

Quinten sighs and nods "Mebbe i could just claim was cause iw as drunk? an appologise to him? but.." he shifts and sighs "mebbe i'm just a little freak after all, i mean....no one else i know likes bucks...an is a buck"

Taye nods. "Yeah, I figure ya could do that... Apologize, that is." At the other bit, however, he looks away and rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Well I don't know anythin' about it, Quin. Maybe there're othahs or somethin'. I dunno."

Quinten nods and his shoulders sag and he looks more or less utterly crushed "Well...mebbe i should pack up an leave then....no ones gonna want me in there patrol if they find out...an i can't hide it ferever"

Taye looks genuinely sympathetic. "Well, I mean... why can't ya? I mean... just don't talk about it anymore, or somethin'. Tell folks you were jokin'. Ya know?"

Quinten looks up and nods "K...mebbe i'll try tha...thanks Taye...mebbe, mebbe i should go tell the lt."

Taye nods, then, trying for an encouraging smile. "There ya go, chap. That's the spirit.." He looks towards the door, then. "Think I'm done in here, so, uh... Good luck, huh?"

Quinten nods and sighs "See you later Taye...i'll go appologise to the lt. tell him i'm sorry for getting drunk,"

Taye waves to the other buck, heading for the door and out. It may be noted that he has a death grip on his towel as he leaves. XD

Quinten watches Taye leave, eyes watching his towel and hips he then averts his gaze and sighs despondantly before standing up and heading out himself

Salamandastron: Sentry Room

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Once one has ascended the stairs, they would come upon this room, the sentry room. Along one wall, thee are small, slitted windows, which look no more than cracks in the mountain wall, from the outside, and it looks down upon the niche, outside the mountain, where all creatures entering the mountain must pass. The room, sparse and basically un-furnished, while comfortable in the summer, is often quite cold in the winter, save for a small fireplace in one corner. During the winter, you had better believe that is kept alive most of the season long, by the sentries on duty who wish to remain unfrozen. There are always two hares on duty in this room, one to always remain and the other to sound the alarm to the rest of the mountain, if need be. Two chairs are situated beneath the slitted windows in the wall.

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With:

[DYN] Taye

[DYN] Lieutenant (Zeraph)

Why does it seem that Zeraph is hiding all the time lately? Once again, a recruit has made the Lieutenant flee for a place of solitude. He is fully dressed now, leaning to look out of the window in the sentry room. A flicker of ears causes them to lay back across the back of his neck.

Quinten comes marching into the room he's changed into his uniform, dried his eyes and sorted out the mess his fur was in, he comes to a halt just inside the doorway and pulls of a perfect salutes "Lieutenant Zeraph sah!" he barks out "Recruit 2nd Class Quinten reporting sah!"

That perfect salute is wasted on Raph, who grimaces when he hears the recruit and turns only after the last statement. "What do you want, recruit?" He squints at Quint, then looks towards the stairs, then back. Trapped.

Quinten doesn't move, he stays put right where he is blocking the doorway "Wanted to appologise sah, fer getting drunk sah, i hvae vague memories that aye might ave said or done something stupid whilst under tha influence sah!"

Another grimace. "Go away, recruit. I don't want to deal with it." The Lieutenant turns back around, to rest on the window again. Just, begging him mentally to leave. Zeraph has tensed considerably.

Quinten stiffens his ears standing up "Can't sah sorry, but i certainly said somethin ta upset ye...wanted to let ye know twas just the alcohol speaking sir" last sir spoken in a softer tone and no longer barked with such military precision.

Zeraph turns, glaring at Quinten. "Recruit! Is there something wrong with those big ears of yours, or did you just completely ignore my order on purpose?!" The officer snaps out. He doesn't want to hear it right now. He just wants to be left alone.

Quinten's ears stand straight up perfectly straight "Not at all sir....but if ye won't talk to me about whatever it was aye said or did i can't fix it an may as well walk out of this mountain now an not return, aye'll tell tha Majah aye'm leavin cause of difficulties working with my main teacher sah!"

The look Zeraph gives Quint is unexplainable, and has never been properly seen on the buck's face before by another hare. He /more/ than glares at the recruit. It is something close to thinking about ripping his guts out right there. "...Fine. Coward. Leave. Go running off to the Major. You'll never get anywhere. And I won't help you."

Quinten glares right back at him and stalks forwards "YOU sir are more a coward then me!" he shouts, he'd try looming but he's way to short for that "I'll show you, i'll be the best darn recruit in this mountain, maybe yuor the one who should go running off, if you can't deal with one drunken kiss"

Ears perk high on his head, and Raph /does/ loom over Quinten. "Back down. Now." He's dead serious. An almost unnoticed twitch of his jaw is given as it tightens. The buck doesn't even shout this.

Quinten glares at the lieutenant "or what sir, you'll hit me?" he does however take a step back and a deep breath.

"No. But you'll wish I had, recruit." Zeraph fixes him with a hard scowl, paws held crossed behind him. One is flexing in and out of a fist.

Quinten bears his teeth "I'd like to see you try sir, he raises his own paws "I came up here to say sorry for acting stupid whilst drunk and your acting like i was of sound mind at the time"

The Lieutenant doesn't move his paws out from behind his back, still standing in proper military form right now. Zeraph eyes Quinten in a disinterested way. "You want to hit me? Hit me..."

Quinten drops his paws and shakes his head "I'm not that stupid sir" he returns to attention and salutes "But i have cme to appologise, i was drunk sir it didn't mean anything sah!"

Zeraph grunts about the recruit just lowering his paws, not saying anything for now. His fist clenches tightly behind his back as he just watching Quinten. Perhaps he is actually just trying to think right now. He so muddled up. "Go." Angry.

Quinten glares at the other hare "you stubborn..." he half turns as if to leave and then lashes out, dropping low and thrusting off with his right leg, going to kick the other buck in the stomach with his left leg, snapping it out and pushing forwards.

In a room page-pose, Taye's jaw drops, too.

Zeraph room-pages, "Poor kid.".

You room-page, "is angry, came up to appologised, pretended like it didn't mean anything and he's still being a git"

The officer steps back quickly, stronger and more experienced than the smaller, younger buck. Zeraph is kicked with the right leg, so he goes to catch the recruit's left one, and just slam him easily into the floor.

Quinten is quite naturally caught and slammed into the floor, head cracking the stones audibly, ear rushing from his lungs as he's winded, tears of pain standing out in the corner of his eyes as he cries out in pain

Zeraph kneels beside the recruit, pinning him there as he goes to grab his tunic front. Instead of punching him, as he has first thought to do, Raph just scowls at him before going to haul Quinten up easily. "Wrong action to take."

Quinten winces in pain "sorry sah....aye...just wanted to appologise why are you being like this....it was a stupid drunken.." he trails off and kicks at his shin "just let me go...le tme go"

In a room page-pose, Taye snerks. Tsk-tsk, Quinny-Quin.

Zeraph room-pages, "Poor kid. Again.".

You room-page, "wot he's being all mean he;s the adult he should know better *grins* he's the one acting like a teenager"

Zeraph is actually about to apologize and talk more calmly to the young buck, feeling sorry. But suddenly, he feels the kick. The officer rages. He sets Quint down on his footpaws unceremoniously, then a punch is sent at his face. Doesn't know what to else to do. He's panicking.

Quinten is in no position to dodge that punch, it hits him square in the nose, there is a nasty sounding crack as the young bucks nose breaks and he staggers back, falling on his rear flat out, paw going to clasp his nose, tears welling up again, he's never been hit that hard before.

Zeraph sighs as he gazes down at the wounded youngster. ".. I'm.." Then the Lieutenant scowls and shakes his head. "Apology accepted. Talk to me later, please." He goes to step around Quinten. "That is all, recruit." Heading for the stairs.

Quinten nods his head still clutching his nose "Yeds sir...sorry zzir" he winces "yer broke me doze....vot am ah gonna tell dems"

Zeraph glances back, already partially on the stares. He clears his throat. "That he hit an officer." Then he is off again.

Quinten sighs and feels his nose gently, its starting to sweel "damn...." he grumbles "stupid stubbonr headed....idiotinc....an after i appologised......" he sniffs and stands up trying not to cry as he staggers towards the stairs paw on his nose, trying to thick up a proper excuse

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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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Gregorian has arrived.

Quinten arrives with: Gregorian

Gregorian is just lagging behind after class tidying up a little and thinking maybe a nice run might be in order next, washing his paws off and trying to make himself look a bit more presentable to any officers that might be lurking round the corners outside the room.

Quinten opens the door and walks into the room, clutching at his nose and looking rather faint, he has a wad of cloth pressed to it to stem the blood flow.

Gregorian looks round to the door as it opens, blinking and ears standing to attention at the sight before he hurries over to the other hare "Quinten? Wha' the bally 'ell 'appen?" going to help him to a cot.

Quinten smiles a bit and lets Greg help him over to a cot, he sits down slowly and tilts his head abck "Boxing mishap...broke me doze"

Gregorian gets out the way of the other buck's head as one of the healing sorts comes over to sort him out, Greg standing about next to the cot, he shakes his head some "Yah goin' tah need tah watch yahself, supposed tah move not let them hit yah" joking a little.

Quinten flicks his eyes up and grins at the other buck, the healer has a peek under it and shakes his head "Dearie me....we'll have to sort this out sharpish or it will heal wonky" he states "wait there i'll be right back" and with that she heads off leaving him instructions to keep his head tilted back up

Gregorian watches the healer chap leave before looking back down to Quint, smiles slightly "Want tah watch where yah leave your nose next time ol' chap"

Quinten growls and then wines "Ack dinnae make fun of me Grge...just ye wait till ye break yer nose"

Gregorian smiles and pats at the bucks arm lightly "Oh calm down now, I'd rather like me nose intact"

Quinten nods and dabs at his nose wincing some "well i'd rather i'd not broken mine all the same"

Gregorian moves so he can peer down at it a little, he grimaces slightly "Did rather look bettah before, wot"

Quinten lifts the cloth "wot..does it look like olf chad?"

Gregorian looks at it a little closer as he tries to think of a good word for it "Hmm, a little squished I'd say ol' Quint, squished, swollen and rather bloody, should think the healers will fix yah up sharpish once he gets 'ere though"

Quinten grits his teeth and dabs it "I bet it hurts....i hope she doesn't have to set it" he feels at it and whimpers "It fells...really odd"

Gregorian grimaces some again as Quinten touches the nose "Perhaps yah best not feel it then"

Quinten nods and sighs "I'm quite sure its nod means ta be flats wods"

Gregorian frowns slightly at it "Well healer will fix yah up, good as new, guess it'll just 'appen sometimes when boxin'"

The healer walks back over, a bowl of foul smelling goop in one paw and a bundle of bandages in the other.

"Ok now hold still this will hurt." he grips Quinten's nose and jerks it slightly. Quinten howls in pain and grips the sides of the cot. "There that's got is square now to bandage it up" He applies some of the medicine to the end of Quinten's nose and gently places a cotton pad on the end, then he ties a bandage in place, running it along the top of Quinten's muzzle and securing it behind his head.

"There you'll need to keep that on a couple of days, will help dull the pain, after a day or so you'll be able to take it off, just be careful with it for a couple of weeks." the healer ruffles Quinten's ears and then heads off to deal with some other duty.

Quinten nods and sighs "Aye guess so...ope ah don't end up with a flat nose"

Gregorian smiles a little "I'm sure yah won't, and if yah do I'm sure beasts will like yah anyways and yah'd still look quite fine"

Quinten sniffs and lays his head back "Oooh it hurts....an aye feel faint"

Gregorian's smile drops and he looks a little concerned "Well yah just 'ang on there, sure she won't be long and I'm right 'ere if yah need anythin'"

Quinten nods and closes his eyes "feelin...woozy" he mumbles thickly

Gregorian sighs slightly and goes to sit down on the edge of the cot, keeping to the corner so as to be out the way "Maybe yah best try sleep then"

Quinten whimpers and dabs at his nose "nods tirds jist woozy"

Gregorian nods a little even if the other buck can't see it with his eyes closed "Well yah rest then, I'm right 'ere, if yah need anythin', anythin' at all"

Quinten shivers "coldz..an heabakes"

Gregorian slowly gets up so as not to move the bed and gets a blanket for Quint, lay it over him, being quiet to not bother his head.

Quinten whimpers a bit, his nose really has swollen up big time now though the bleeding appears to have stopped,

Gregorian returns to his seat on the corner of the bed, a sigh and worried look are given as he hears more whimpering.

Quinten sees to have dropped off to sleep, his paws falling by his side, tossing somewhat, and whimpering

Gregorian frowns at the tossing, a paw hesitantly going down to one of Quint's ears, stroke it lightly in hopes it might help calm him down a little.

Quinten shifts at the stroking and mu,bles "mama..." his nose then twitches and he screams

Gregorian quickly moves his paw away at the scream, getting up off the bed "Quint, calm down, please"

Quinten opens his eyes and places a paw to his nose "Ow...tha hurt gregs wods appened?"

Gregorian stands next to the bed if a little away, doesn't want to hurt the hare in any way "Yah fell asleep, think yah twitched yah nose"

Quinten nods and dabs at his nose which is seeping again "Oh greds...can even move id"

Gregorian looks around the room quickly before looking back to the other hare, still keeping back "Well, I'm sure it'll heal soon"

You say, "It better matey it urts...now wot about some tucker fer tha injured chap wot?""

Gregorian smiles slightly "Nice tah see yah 'aven't lost yah appetite, sure yah'd be alrigh' eatin'?"

Quinten nods "should be...if its nod too big an bulky"

Gregorian nods some and turns to head for the door, a short glance going back "Yah just stay righ' there and I'll go get yah somethin'" disappears out then.

Quinten nods and wrinkles his nose instinctivly which makes him cry out again

Gregorian's head comes round the door again at the sound of the cry to look back at the hare "Yah alrigh'?"

Quinten nods holding his nose "ya...nose twitch"

Gregorian frowns some in a concerned way "Well don't do it again if it 'urts" head vanishing as he goes off to find some food.

Quinten nods and sighs settling back and looking around the infirmary "this suds"

Gregorian doesn't take too long before he comes back with soup, seemed safe enough to him, doesn't really involve chewing, heading back to the hare with a bowl of it on a small tray.

Quinten grins and sits up in bed "soup...great idea"

Gregorian's old grin pops back for a moment as he goes to place the tray on Quinten's lap "Got to 'ave em every so often"

Quinten nods and starts to slurp the soup form a spoon, making an odd whistling noise with his nose"

Gregorian smiles slightly and seems to have calmed down a bit so can return to sitting on the edge of the bed again.

Quinten carries on slurping the soup eagerly, until there is none left "oooh now thar was good soup"

Gregorian smirks some and gets up again to move the tray, leave it on the next cot for now.

Somewhere on the muck, Zeraph has connected.

Quinten yawns again and grins "tangs geds"

Gregorian smiles some and sits back down again "No problem ol' chap, anythin' else yah need?"

Quinten smiles and is slowly dozing off to sleep mumbling and trying not to nose twitch

Gregorian goes quiet, let the chap try and get some sleep, he'll just sit there and watch or something.

Quinten dozes fitfully for about fifteen minutes before his nose twitches, causing him to scream and sit up again clutching at it

Gregorian is half dozing himself after fifteen minutes, jumping up and off the corner of the bed again at the scream.

Quinten settles back down patting at the end of his nose and grumbling"

Gregorian takes a couple of deep breaths and makes sure his heart's still going, slowly settling back on the corner of the cot "Yah got to stop doin' tha'"

Quinten sigs "yer easy fed you tood sayd"

Gregorian sighs a little "Maybe should try to stay awake, keep from twitchin' it in yah sleep"

Quinten shakes his head "its ok...i'll be fine"

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