Quinten Log 82 - 26 03 2006

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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There is a young buck sat on a cot looking miserably bored, a healer is

winding gauze about his head and ears, it looks like he's having his

head dressing changed. Back for a routine daily visit and a questioning

routine the young back is holding a paw out infront of himself examing

his fur and smiling. It is a very nice powder black colour and from the

odd looks the healer is shooting at her patient there is something odd

about him, asides from his black uniform and familiar seeming muzzle

features.

Darklett steps into the infirmary... He's mostly healed up from his bad

wounds from the wildcat he slew, but he's still off duty. So, visiting

Quinten just happens to show up on his rather shortened priority list.

Only, he looks confused, looking around the infirmary. He walks up to a

healer, inquiring, "Hey, have you seen a recruit named Quinten? I think

he was supposed to be in here..."

The recruit can't help but smile widely at that question, the healer

finishies the last knot on the head dressing and tells him to report back

to morrow to have it checked again. Standing up the black furred

recruit salutes, "Recruit Quinten sah, reporting for inspection." heels

clicking together and a grin hovering about his muzzle as he tries to keep

his muzzle straight.

Darklett's ears flick and he turns towards the cot, with the healer

looking that way as well. "...Huh? Quin- Oh!" Darklett smiles wide, waving

off the salute. "At ease... Wow. That stuff really works..." The major

looks the recruit up and down, almost laughing. "Who all has seen you

like this?"

Quinten folds his paws behind his back standing atease, ears flicking

forwards "Yes sah, i've been off duty since Mister Ender cracked my

skull open, i had time to finish it...i tested it this morning so no one

else. but the hhealers in here sir" he can't help but grin now "I even

found a dark uniform to go with it, green and brown kind of spoiled the

effect."

Darklett nods slowly. "...Very good. How much have you made?" The major

steps back, holding up his paw, comparing his natural fur color to the

recruit's. His is only a bit darker than the recruit's, but the powder

is very visibly effective. "The Colonel needs to see this."

Quinten tilts his head to one side examing his own fur and yours, his

has a very faint midnight blue sheen to it in the right light and is a

dusky powdery colour "At the moment sir i have about enough for ten

hares, though i have a larger batch drying out by the fire in my dorm, a

ten gallon bucket full....i ransacked all the ingredients in the..." the

words "colonel" and "see" filter into his head "Wha....she does...bhut

sah..." he looks incredibly nervous at that idea "It's nothing..."

Darklett shakes his head, grabbing Quinten's shoulder and pulling him

as he turns. "C'mon, Quinten. It'll be great..." And off he went from

the infirmary, just assuming the recruit is following.

Quinten stumbles along after the Major, not much else he can do...he is

an officer and even off duty he's bound to obey.

Salamandastron: Entryway

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This is a small, raised platform in the side of the mountain upon which

you can see down to the small niche in the mountain. Cunningly

designed, this precaution allows one from this vantage point to 'see' who is

standing outside without being detected.

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With: [DYN] (Darklett) [DYN] Niveus [DYN] Wimble [DYN] Rahier [DYN] Zoey.

Twilight has fallen onto the western shore. From the slit windows

doorway the palest of sun can still be detected, the beams having traveled

over the curve of the ocean. The stars have come out and it seems the

hares of the long patrol are coming to meet them. A bustle of movement

and low murmuring is swarming around the entry chamber. The officers are

at the front by the open door, urging the hares to hurry up and get

into formation. Nearing the front a white doe meanders, trying to spot a

friend or more familiar face in the crowd. She bounces on the balls of

her long feet, taking a few calming breaths in preparation for the

patrol.

Darklett peeks into the open area leading outside the mountain,

spotting the large group of hares, figuring the Colonel -has- to be here for a

patrol at this hour-- not at all routine, nor typical of most other

regular patrols. Leading the hopefully following Quinten into the area, he

raises his head to try and find Zoe around the arrangement of hares,

many of whom are taller than himself.

Niveus is quick to join the element from the lengthy hall beyond,

sluggishness aside after being 'rudely' roused from a post-sentry duty nap.

He is withdrawn, attention focussed earthward as he fidgets with the

girdle about his waist whilst in movement, trying diligently to make up

for lost time. Nudging into one of the trailing bucks from behind, the

soldier mutters an apology before slipping around to form up on left

exterior of the column.

There is indeed a recruit following the major looking very sheepish and

worried at the sight of the large gathering. Dressed in a mottled black

tunic and plain black trousers, not a standard uniform, and to add to

the mystery his fur is a dark powder black, almost as dark as the major.

The only real colour on him is the white gauze wrapped about his ears,

a headdressing covering up his head wound. He peers around the major

and shivers at the breeze blowing in from outside.

Predictably, Zoe is standing at the forefront of the group, milling

about with the handful of other officer-level hares. Her head is lowered

to another hare's, and they are engaged in a murmured but apparently not

very engaging conversation. They each keep looking off in the other

direction, and Zoe for her own part looks anxious to get on with it. What

she's waiting for, who knows?

Darklett spots Zoe, finally, and looks over his shoulder to see Quinten

there, and waves him along. "Colonel," he speaks out, ending up next to

her. "I think you need to see something... Er, patrol, heh." He hasn't

been out of the mountain in a really long time. He looks over the

patrol again, then back to the Colonel, waving Quinten over. "Check this

out..."

Quinten sighs and sheepishly moves forwards to stand neck to the Major,

heels clicking together as he salutes the coloenl "Ma'am" it sounds

like Quinten, it looks a bit like Quinten in the muzzle features but he is

definatly the wrong colour.

Wimble is milling about, not really wanting to settle into her spot.

She glances to the side, spying the buck. "Niv!" She psts, sliding down a

space or two in the form. "Hey!" The doe greets, locking in on a spot

right next to him. "I didn't know you were on this patrol." Wimble says

with a tiny yawn.

Zoe_Lang sees Darklett approaching from far off, as well as the

dark-colored recruit. Who she doesn't actually pay any attention to, until

Darklett draws her attention to him. Her eyebrows go up as she looks

toward the beast in question and realizes just who exactly it is. "...

Quinten? Is tha' you? What in the 'ell have ya done t' yer fur?" Obviously

this silly hare doesn't keep up with Life at Sala.

Weapon secured, and girdle properly aligned with his collar, Niveus'

immediate paranoia is alleviated. Or so it was. The buck starts, whooping

quietly as the doe scoots up beside him. Whatever lingering fatigue

existed is quickly shoved aside, a bit of an embarrassed grin curling over

his muzzle. "You always blinkin' do that!" He whispers in return. "I

didn't know /you/ were on it either, so we're even!"

Quinten cringes back from the colonel, oh he knew this was a bad idea,

he'd intended to wash it out before anyone really saw, but he just had

to show it off to the Major when he walked into the infirmary and saw

him having his head-dressing changed. "Ma'am...i...see...." he stutters

out then falls silent letting the Major answer her.

Darklett raises a brow at the recruit, then laughs. "Quinten here's

figured out a new way to dye fur for blending in at night without having

to spend a season and a half getting berry juice out of your fur..." He

looks back over the patrol, briefly, then returns to Zoe again. "Looks

like you're busy, though. Just wanted to bring this to your

attention... This could be very useful next time we need to do another night

attack."

Wimble seems amused for a moment, turning her eyes forward and rocking

on her feet innocently. "Oh /please/. I do not always do that!" She

counters, snorting slightly. "An' we /are/ even... but I'm more even than

you!" Wimble pauses, watching the conversation between the others. "I

think Dark jus' said somethin' about ah night attack." Wimble whispers

hurriedly, her ears leaning forward.

Zoe_Lang's eyebrows go up a fraction more. Hmmmmm. She shakes her head

slightly and gives Quinten a thoughtful frown. "Thought ya'd gone 'n'

singed it or somethin'." She considers him for a moment longer, then

nods. "Good work, lad, good work. Don't s'pose the two of you're joinin'

us on the patrol, then?" She glances around as one of the officers

speaks to her. "Ah! Looks like it's time t' be off. 'Scuse me a moment, you

two." With a nod, she moves on from the two and around so that everyone

can see and presumably hear her. "A'right, folks! We're movin' out! You

know the drill. File out s'usual." That said, she heads back over to

the two to finish the conversation. It'll be a couple of minutes with

everyone filing out.

In his own little world with the doe, Niveus swivels a severe look to

her. "Y'bloody well do!" He insists, brow arching at the latter

statement. "Wot? How in the world can y'be /more/ even? That doesn't make

sense! That's cheatin', wot!" Remembering himself, the soldier straightens,

looking forward as the element seems to be growing into a more proper

formation. "Hwuh? Did he?" The colonel silences him once more, attention

devoted to the given orders as he awaits the rows of hares before him

to move forward.

Quinten remains rigidly at attention paw to his head in salute "no

ma'am....am off duty due to head wound ma'am....request permission to leave

it in? would be handy to know how long it'll last on its own, without

being washed out by the soap i made...." his jaw clicks shut again and

he looks to Darklett for support or at least someone to hide behind, way

too many hares are starring at him now.

Wimble's paw slips down to her belt, the dagger hilt feeling cold to

the touch. Her ears slick back and she frowns. "I swear... I head him say

somethin' ah'bout ah night at-" Wimble is promptly shut up as Zoe calls

up for attention. The runner's heels snap together and her mouth falls

shut. She looks rather nervous, trying to sneak glances over at Niv.

Darklett's ears fold at the mention of possibly going out on the

patrol. He obviously wants to, and he looks over the ranks again. "Ah, sure.

I could use a march outside the mountain. Can't let myself get rusty,

and all that..." He lowers his glance to Quinten at his admittance of

being off duty, then raises it to the Colonel to see if she'll catch on

and remember that he's not supposed to be out on patrol, either. But, he

doesn't say anything himself... He's even armed, out of coincidence

more than anything that his uniform belt contains his knives, and he

hadn't bothered to remove them.

Niveus presents an air of confidence regardless of the foreboding

mention, standing upright with a smile defining his visage. However quite

stricken with the thought of moving into some sort of unmentioned fray

with the doe on hand, he knew it wouldn't be very helpful to purvey a

sense of unease. "Not enough assigned on the patrol for combat

manueverin'," he manages to chatter off to his side reassuringly.

Zoe_Lang looks from Quinten to Darklett as they each speak, though the

way her ears swivel about would seem to suggest that less of her

attention is focused on the two than would seem. "Hm? Well. Yer welcome t'

come, Darklett. As fer you, Quinten, yer welcome t' do with yer fur as

you see fit. If you wouldn't mind, let the healahs know about yer dye 'n'

how t' make it, so that they c'n be sure t' have the propah ingredients

ready should we need it." That said, she looks around to watch the

hares file out. It's about time for her to join them. She takes a step that

way, looking to Darklett expectantly. Joining them?

Quinten smiles and lowers his paws, eyes lingering on the patrol

enviously "Yes ma'am...it comes in a powder form....applied with water...easy

to carry, use and wash out too....with the right soap..aye'll tell em

and give them the batch i already made up.." he looks at the Major and

then back to the departing patrol, sighing somewhat as he watches them

go.

Darklett tries not to smile too broadly as he's invited along despite

his status, and looks back to Quinten as he steps forward to walk

alongside the Colonel. Yes, he sees the sigh. "...Hey, Quinten. When I get

back, we'll go over some strategy like we talked about that one time,

alright?" There, at least he promised something.

Quinten perks up and smiles at that promise saluting "Good luck sah,

see you when you get back...i'll go talk to the healers." envious...heck

yes the Major's skipping out on a patrol whilst off duty, curse his big

mouth he should have kept it shut.

Wimble starts up as the bulk of the patrol moves, her eyes squinting up

as she tries not to think too hard and instead let her taught patrol

reflects come up. As the body of the patrol clouds of the door and

outside, Wimble gives a tiny shiver. "They should'ah told us." She whispers

almost harshly to Niveus. "If we're gonna fight, they should /tell/ us."

Wimble repeats, looking a mixture of angry and scared.

Zoe_Lang's lips twitch in a faint smirk at the interaction between

Darklett and Quinten. It's almost sweet, innit? With a small shake of her

head and a chuckle, she continues on a couple of steps, falling into

step with the group of hares.

Darklett keeps up with the march, giving his knees an extra lift for a

few steps, getting into the feeling of marching in time with the

patrol, working out the idleness in those joints. So as to not disturb

anything, he looks to the side at the Colonel and speaks quietly, "Any reason

we're taking out a patrol so late?"

Niveus dares a glance to the accompanying doe, brows furrowing.

"Wimby!" He chides, quietly so as not to draw attention from more than the

immediate ranks. "They'd tell us, don't worry y'self sick. Nothin' to be

afraid of m'gel, I'm right here!" The soldier says, beaming a quick

smile before looking forward in marching order once more.

Wimble seems like she doesn't even notice Niveus or what he is saying

for the moment. Her eyes are darting, looking around the dunes as if

there is a whole vermin horde ready to spring. "Don' you tell me not

t'worry." She hisses back, sending a nasty glare at him.

Zoe_Lang's ears twitch at the question, and she looks around. "Oh.

There's some suspicion that the vermin might be movin' at night, so s'to

not be spotted durin' the day. So our best bet's to be out durin' the

night, wouldn't ya think?" Most of the patrol has made its way out through

the niche and onto the sand; it's just the few in the rear left to go.

Zoe looks up as they near the niche. "Here we go, then." It narrows to

single file as they pass through, which the Colonel soon does.

Darklett nods understandingly to Zoe. "Yeah, definitely. Cover of dark,

and numbers... the vermin really shouldn't be a problem." That wasn't

said too quietly at all. Definitely loud enough to be caught by the

attentive ears of a certain panicked doe, if she's listening. :P

"Yes colonel," Niveus shoots back to his companion, adding. "Ma'am!"

The buck concentrates on the march, ears standing on end in attentive

vigilance to the small bits of chatter that are all too common to a moving

body of hares. What words he did pick up from the major bring another

straying look aside, checking for reply.

Wimble falls into line, looking very much annoyed. Her ears flick at

Darkletts voice, but that doesn't seem to take the edge off her knitted

brow or curled mouth. She moves in step, trying not to concentrate on

moving shadows around her. The doe grumbles words under her breath at the

buck, but nothing anyone can hear.

Quinten stands resolutely in the door way watching the patrol leave,

saluting them as the last stragglers proceed outside, then leaning on the

door frame watching them. After awhile he turns about and hops back

inside, going to go up and get some sleep, his eyes feel heavy and it is

late. Probably a good thing he didn't get to go along...but he'll not be

admitting that anytime soon.

Zoe_Lang waits for Darklett beyond the niche, prepared to fall back

into step with him once he steps through. "No, no problem a'tall, I

shouldn't think. So. How're you feelin', there? Don't think I forgot yer

still off duty, eh?" She smirks, but it's somehow a goodnatured one.

Darklett steps out of the niche and into the fresh sea air, the freedom

bringing a smile to the major's face after being either inside or in

the still restrictive crater for such a long time. Though the smile darts

quickly into a wince, the major shying away from the Colonel without

actually putting in any extra distance between himself and her.

"...Sorry, Colonel. I was anxious to get out on a march," he explains.

Zoe_Lang chuckles, giving a quick but firm shake of her head. "Not t'

worry, lad. Yer old enough t' know when yer ready t' be out 'n' about.

I'd expect ya t' leave it t' the rest of us if we get into any sort o'

trouble, but I doubt you'd follow that ordah so I won't really give it."

She smirks.

Niveus has little to say, or to do for that matter. His only real

concern is keeping on the go, and ensuring the doe beside him is there every

step of the way. Because of said demands, the buck is no stranger to

breaking order to reassure himself with a quick look to the runner.

Darklett still feels a bit foolish at thinking he could get away

without the Colonel remembering. But, he doesn't seem to be in any sort of

trouble, so he's relaxed. "I'll try my hardest to keep out of the action,

Colonel. I can't say I will, but I can at least try." He chuckles, and

turns his head to look over the patrol, catching Niveus on one of his

reassuring looks over to Wimble. Hm.

End log - (I had to d/c here)