Quinten Log 49 - 15 02 2006

Salamandastron: Store Room

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At a lower altitude than the First Level, the cavernous Store Room of

Salamandastron is equipped with natural air conditioning. The ceiling

here is perhaps twice the height of a normal ceiling, allowing the air to

circulate freely. Large barrels of cool, sweet, rainwater line one of the

walls, while shelves and cabinets full of the finest food and ingredients

are stored so high that perhaps only a badger could reach the very top.

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Quinten is at the back of the store room, dressed in his white fatique trousers, his top and belt folded over a barrel, his paws holding a large crate, lugging it slowly towards a stack of them agaisnt one wall

It seems that every time that Raph tries to find somewhere to hide, he runs into Quinten. Or that is, the recruit perhaps runs into him. At the moment, the officer pushes the door to the store room open, not noticing the other buck, but then again, he is staring intently at a piece of parchment, ears slowly perking up. The door swings shut behind him as he continues to read whatever it is, making his way to a far corner to sit down on the floor.

Quinten comes out from behind the stack of crates tying his belt around his waist to hold his top in place, he then spies the lieutenant and salutes "Good day sir"

Zeraph is sitting against the wall, looking like he doesn't quite believe something as he just /stares/ at the parchment. Almost through it. The salute is lost on him, but he hears Quinten well enough and immediately tries to tuck the letter away as quick as possible. His mouth opens like he is lost for words, blinking at the recruit.

Quinten looks at the parchment and frowns at the lieutenant "Sir....is something wrong?"

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Zeraph closes his mouth, with a squint at the floor. "Did you. Need anything?" The officer has one of his paws stuffed firmly into his pocket.

Quinten shakes his head "No sir i just finsihed my chores, can i get you anyting?"

"No." Raph states shortly, shaking his head in a quick fashion. "No. No. I don't need.." He just trails off and goes to stare at the floor as if he is trying to figure out something.

Quinten tilts his head to one side "What is wrong sir? did you get som ebad news?"

"No." This is stated even more snapped, though it is subtle compared to other things. "Stop asking me questions." Zeraph doesn't look at Quinten, mind elsewhere.

Quinten snaps to attention at the tone of voice and salutes "Yes sir...sorry sir"

Zeraph nods his head, gaze turning down to the pocket where the letter has been unceremoniously shoved away along with his paw. Nothing else.

Quinten remains at attention his eyes flicking to the pocket and then back to the lieutenants face "Have...i done something sir?"

( One ear slowly raises from his head, as Zeraph slowly looks up to Quinten with a squint. "Have you?" )

Quinten shakes his head "No sir i've not done anything at all just...your shouting at me, sorry if i'm bothering you i'll leave" he salutes and does an about turn"

Zeraph sighs. "I didn't shout at you, Quint." He mumbles, with the sound of crinkling paper when his paw clenches upon the parchment in his pants pocket, then the officer goes to stand. "I'll go, then."

Quinten stops and looks back "Sorry sir...i just don't like seeing my friends worried and you seemed upset by what you read"

"Aren't I always upset?" Zeraph murmurs with a grunt, then goes to move past Quinten. "Seems like it." Though it isn't an annoying thing, it just seems like he is distant and thinking deeply about something else.

Quinten reaches out a paw and catches your arm "Sir please don't run off... your not always upset sir. just you always seem to have alot of things put ontop of you

Zeraph actually stops when his arm is grabbed by the smaller buck and he squints down at

Quinten. "Hmm.. Though I have to get used to that.. right." It is almost not a question, even though it is structured like one.

Quinten blinks and looks puzzled "Used to what sir? having alot of things to do as an officer?"

"Yes. Not the problem, of course, but.." Raph cuts off, clears his throat and goes to stuff the letter farther down into his pocket. "Could you.."

Quinten lets Zeraph's arm go and salutes him "I'll let you be for now sir"

Zeraph nods, raising his unoccupied paw to return the salute in a subconscious way. "Talk to you later, perhaps, recruit." Then he opens the door and heads out into the hall, with a flick of his bob tail.

Quinten nods his head and moves towards the door himself, he still has to take a box of supplies to the main infirmary before breaking for a meal

Zeraph is no where to be seen by the time Quinten heads out of the room. Well. That's the end of that.

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Salamandastron: Leaders' Office

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This room is obviously and strictly all business. The walls are bare, except for the occasional military decoration of crossed swords or what have you, as well as the occasional, dim candle. In the room, there is an ornately carved, oak desk, behind which rests a comfortable arm chair. In front of the desk two slightly less comfortable and straight-backed chairs sit, most likely to keep the occupants on their toes. The desk is often covered by stacks of papers, sometimes haphazard, and sometimes neatly placed, depending upon the officer using the room at any given time.

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"Thank ya, lad," Zoe is in the process of saying to a recruit just as the door is opened and said recruit leaves the office. The Colonel is settled in the chair on the officer's side of the desk, spectacles sitting atop her nose and her head bent to a bit of parchment she's in the process of reading. She obviously wasn't giving the previous recruit much attention.

There is a solid rap at the door, a single tap and then silence as who ever is outside waits.

Zoe_Lang's eyebrows go up, and eventually her head. She squints towards the door, shakes her head, removes her spectacles, and looks again. "C'min," she calls.

Quinten pushes the door open and sticks his head around it before the rest of him follows, he comes to attention and salutes "Major Darklett said you wanted to see me ma'am"

Zoe_Lang's tone and expression was welcoming - up until the exact moment that she recognizes the young buck before her. At that exact moment, she scowls. She does manage to revert to a more neutral expression fairly quickly, but the initial scowl was still there. "Ah, recruit. Have a seat."

Quinten blinks in surprise as he's scowled up, his ears flopping back down his head, he nods and moves to take a seat opposite the colonel, a rather scared look on his muzzle "Yes ma'am...have i..done something wrong?"

"Some rathah concernin' news has come t' my attention, recruit." An eyebrow goes up, and she steeples her fingers together on the desk-top. "But first, do you have anything ya'd like t' tell me?"

Quinten scratches at an ear and looks baffled "Concerning news ma'am? uhm...is this about when Lieutenant Zeraph got us drunk? i'm sorry about that ma'am really i am was only meant to be one drink but he gave us all this really strong brandy..." he trails off and shifts in his seat uncomfortable, his mind races as he tries to think what it might be.

Zoe_Lang's brow wrinkles a fraction; this event is obviously news to her. "... No, lad. Not quite. It has come t' my attention that yer dealin' with some confusion as t' relationships."

Quinten's ears go from flopped back to straight up, standing rigid he stares at her in dumbfounded shock "Relationships ma'am.....what kind of relationships..."

"Relationships that ya shouldn't be havin' with othah bucks, deah." The way Zoe's looking at him is a mixture of pity and disappointment.

Quinten stares at her, just stares "Wot....how did....we made sure no one....knew...

Zeraph....Sorrel they said...was nothing wrong wid it..." he trails off under that stare and his ears wilt down his back.

At mention of each name, her ears twitch, but she doesn't address them. "I assure ya, lad, that there /is/ somethin' wrong with it..." At the moment, everything about Zoe screams foreboding.

Quinten presses back into his chair, lookign smaller by the moment, drawing his legs up and chewing on his claws "But....they....i....i can't help it...i tried but...i just don...like......" he trails off and hangs his head, trying to hide his eyes as they start to blur up, feeling like he's about to burst into tears.

As Quin dissolves into crying, Zoe gives him a look. It is the, 'oh spirits, not the /crying/' look, one that she wears often as an officer. She grimaces and looks away, toward the door. "... Well, look here. Have ya /tried/ courtin' a doe before, lad? I mean, yer rathah young. Mayhaps does're just scary t' you because ya haven't been exposed t' 'em as much as bucks. I mean, I know, 'tis easy with how many bucks we have in comparison t' does, t' be confused about 'em..."

Quinten sniffs and wipes at his eyes, not looking up though a paw does go to hover over his still slightly swollen nose, "Not...really ma'am.....as you say...aren't many does bout...an me an...." he stops before he says who, "Seem to be doin ok....i didn't know it was notallowed"

Zoe_Lang's ears flick back at mention of another, and she leans forward. "... You 'n' who, lad? Come now, yer not doin' 'em any favahs by keepin' this secret for 'em..."

Quinten shivers and shakes hsi head "No...noone...not saying no names....your already gonna go...go shout at Sorrel and Zeraph....its not wrong....it can't be wrong...or it wouldn't appen"

Zoe_Lang's lips form a thin, frowning line. "'M askin' you a question as yer superiah officah, lad. Think long 'n' hard before ya decide not t' answah me."

Quinten snaps upright in his chair, ears cocking forwards, one things he's picked up and its that tone of voice, military dicipline takes over. "Gregorian ma'am....thats who...wot...wot you gonna do with me....." he sags back down into his chair and buries his head in his paws "Yer gonna kick me out aren't ye....an i was so close to doin me exam too.." waterworks are threatening to get the btter of him

Zoe_Lang looks upwards in thought, trying to place the name. She recollects the other recruit only vaguely. She shakes her head, then, returning her attention to Quinten. Slowly... she shakes her head. "No, lad. M'not goin' t' kick ya out. But only because ya are so young, 'n' I think this might still be salvaged. Ya seem well-meanin' enough. If only someone had warned ya, steered ya in the righ' direction, we migh' not even be here t'day. D'ya believe that, lad?"

Quinten nods his head "Yes ma'am.....wot...wot do i do....i can't elp it...i just don't like does......i mean i even ad a crush on the lt. fer a bit....i tried to pretend it was jist bein drunk but i still got me nose broken...."

"I'll tell ya what ya do. You ferget it. They're bad thoughts, 'n' just like ya'd push away thoughts about hurtin' someone or disobeyin' an ordah, ya push these away too. Eventually, they'll stop comin'." The Colonel sounds so certain about it, and looks so confident, that it almost must be true. Right? She stands, slowly. "I'll be speakin' with Gregorian, s'well, 'n' soon enough we'll have this all straightened out. But from the point ya leave this room, I don't want ya havin' any furthah contact with that lad aside from yer classes 'n' trainin'. 'Tis the best, for both o' ya."

Quinten nods his head and stands up "yes ma'am...an i'm sorry....i didn't..know it just seemed ok....wot'll appen to Sorrel and the lt? i mean...uhm.....why...." he trails off and hangs his head "Sorry i let ye down ma'am..."

Zoe_Lang shakes her head. "No - don't be sorry. There're othahs who should be apologizin' t' you, fer not steerin' ya in the propah direction. I'll have a word with the lieutenant 'n' with Sorrel, but they'll be fine. Just concentrate on takin' that exam 'n' enjoyin' yerself like a lad yer age should." Then, with that uplifting message delivered, she offers the buck a smile that tries to be encouraging. "You'll be jus' fine. A'right?"

Quinten nods "Yes ma'am...i didn't know i was ill like...i'll...i'll talk to dandelion...he's got a doefriend...mebbe....he kin help....." he salutes and looks at the door "Can...i go ma'am...or was ther emore?"

Zoe_Lang's smile is a little more genuine as she hears Quinten's words. She nods. "That's the spirit, m'lad! Dandelion sounds like just the fellah t' speak to." She then offers a return salute, and then nods toward the door. "That's all, lad. Given this talk, I feel reassured that we'll have no furthah troubles with this. Am I righ'?"

Quinten nods his hhead and salutes "Yes ma'am....i'll do as you said....push them away as bad thoughts.....good day ma'am....an sorry i'm ill..." with that he shuffles to the door and opens it, looking dejected, puzzled and lost he wanders out into the halls of the mountain and out of sight.

End Log - That evil evil doe.