Quinten Log 8 - 21 09 2005
Miyrr is standing on the edge of the crater picking up stones and placing them in a pouch tied to her waist. She has her sling over her shoulder. After some time, and her pouch bulging, she loads a stone into her sling and takes aim at a large boulder down in the crater. Letting the stone fly, it misses horribly.
Howard ascends to the crater from the secret passage leading below.
Howard has arrived.
Quinten sticks his head out of the hole leading back into the mountain then walks out the rest of the way blinking in the sun "About time, bally sunshine"
In a room page-pose, Howard reappears from AFKland.
Miyrr startles slightly hearing someone else in the crater. She looks up at the sky for a moment as if she hadn't seen it yet today. "Um, hi. Yeah, sunshine." she says not knowing what else to say at the moment, "Have we met?" she asks.
Quinten smiles at the other hare and bows his head as he bows "I'm Quinten, didn't we meet the other day in the archery range?"
Miyrr puts her paw to her mouth, "I'm sorry, yes we have. I guess I've been a bit...preoccupied." she says looking down at the empty sling. "How ya doing?" She gives a rather pitiful smile trying to undo her faux pa.
Quinten chuckles and waggles his ears "Ok, still getting lost inside the mountain
Miyrr smils and nods, "I know how that is, I just found the gardens today, myself." She puts her sling away.
Quinten chcukles and leans on a boulder and nods "Any good? I've been left wandering around the mountain again, i still can't find this so called recruit roster"
Miyrr nods again, "Mostly vegetables, so if your hungry yeah, it's a great place. The roster is posted outside the dorms, Have you gotton your's squared away yet? It' son the second level."
Quinten shakes his head "No i've still not got a room sorted out, that is probably why i have not been abe to find it"
Miyrr laughs, "most likley so, it's in the recruit dorm area. Being a figher, I believe you are in group 2 at the bottom of the listing. otherwise you get slings and staves instead of bows and swords.
Quinten nods "Ok then....uhm could you show me? I'll only get lost if i try and find it myself"
Miyrr smiles, "Sure. lets go."
Salamandastron: Trainees' Dormitories
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This corridor is much like the others, simply carved from the rock of the
mountain, and outfitted with cherry wooden doors which lead to the
private quarters of the Long Patrol's members. There are lanterns posted
between doors, to light the otherwise mundane hallway.
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Visible Exits:
[Back] to Hallway
Contents:
The (recruit schedule) hung on the wall.
With:
[DYN] Miyrr
Miyrr arrives with: Quinten
+-----------------------------RECRUIT SCHEDULE-----------------------------+
| |
| | Wed 09-21 | Thu 09-22 | Fri 09-23 |
| Recruits 1 | | | |
| Early Morn | Chores | Chores | Chores |
| Late Morn | Staff Training | Healing | Staff Training |
| Afternoon | Battle Strategy | Sling Training | Weaponless Combat |
| | | | |
| Recruits 2 | | | |
| Early Morn | Chores | Chores | Chores |
| Late Morn | Sword Training | Healing | Sword Training |
| Afternoon | Battle Strategy | Archery | Knife Training |
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Miyrr says, "There we are, trainees dorms on the sign. Oh well here it is up on the wall."
Quinten nods and smiles as he reads it "Ahhh i see it now, thank you.... so its afternoon on the 21st....Ahh ok right i see how it works"
Miyrr opens the room to her dorm and tosses in the sling and pouch then closes the door. " Yeah, they make it simple. Well enough of that sling for now." she says matter of factly.
Terrance has arrived.
Quinten nods and looks back agt the hare "Thanks....i'll do my best to follow it"
Miyrr looks at the list, "Hmm I think we're missing a class." She says rubbing her chin.
Quinten blinks "Oh dear...uhm where would it be?"
Miyrr hmms again, "Library or In the main hall if they're doing an exercise."
You say, "Oh ok...uhm err..." is looking very puzzled as he quickly looks at the board again "Battle Stategy...""
Miyrr nods, "Yup. They makes us learn it all. if you can't read or write they'll start with that first.
You say, "Well i can read and write, though my handwriting is atocious, looks like a spider walked into the ink well apparently""
Salamandastron: Library
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Here lies the collective efforts of a few good, intellectual hares of the mountain. Over the seasons, this room, which was once little more than a storage room, has been converted into a quite functional library, filled with books of all sorts. The room is staggered with bookshelves, all crafted within the mountain, which reach very nearly to the ceiling, with only a foot or two of space above them, in most instances. And, surprisingly, the shelves are basically all full. Apparently, over the seasons, hares have donated books, and books that were previously stored elsewhere have been brought here.
Some books are older than any of the hares alive in the mountain, and, even more, some are nearly as old as the mountain, itself. These sort are usually journals and records - histories of the mountain. In fact, there is an entire section of this, in a corner of the room, which one can only get to by making their way through the maze of bookshelves to that corner, which is quite like a room in and of itself, closed in by walls on two sides and bookshelves on the two others. However, in the center of the main room, there are two tables set, and upon these books like, some open and some closed, despite the efforts of the librarian hare to keep them on the shelves.
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With:
[OOC] Howard
[IC] no!!! I don't have a bruised rib!!!! >.> (Sorrel)
[DYN] "Proud to be...Stoned by Zoe" - (Ender)
Sorrel is sitting in a fluffy armchair, fightin the urge to doze off. it's -that- comfy. She's reading something leather bound, probably a novel.
The door opens and a young head pops around the door frame, it looks about nad is soon followed by the rest of Quinten, he looks about worriedly and starts chewing on a claw."
Howard appears as if by magic. If that is the case then its a very sullen, deary magic. In actuality he's just come out of the records room very, very quietly. As ever he is his usual grumpy self.
Sorrel's ears twitc and she looks up, to hares have just come from opposite directions. neither look as if they are about t jump up and introduce themselves. Sorre decides to give them a moment, not wanting to put down such a good read.
Quinten looks about still chewing on his claw and pads across the room in the direction of Sorrel,
Howard disappears behind a book case, certainly interested in its contents.
Sorrel sighs to herself. IT would be nice to meet -one- normal hare in the mountain. She closes the manuscript with a 'snap' and looks up at the recruit, standing up. "Aftanoon,m'lad."
Quinten looks up at the female and smiles "Hi there....sorry i wasn't sure if i was allowed to speak in here.."
Sorrel raises a brow. "Really? well, 'tis certainly allowed.Yehr new recruit. been seein' more o' tham 'round lately what's yehr name?"
Quinten salutes "I'm Quinten ma'am, Fighta Recruit"
Sorrel blinks. "Ma'am?" she nearly splutters as she says the word. "I'm no official officer. Salutes and 'ma'ams' aren't neded. Sorrel 'll do fine.
Quinten nods and lowers his paw "Ok then Miss Sorrel...." he looksabout ahain "I was supposed to be having a lesson but i can never find anyone..."
Sorrel runs a paw through her newly grown headfur. "A lesson? which one?"
You say, "battle strategy i think...but i still can barely find myself around the place and i'm sure i have a whole gang of Officers after me, i don't think i've made more then three lessons since i was taken on the other day, i only found the rosta half an hour ago""
Sorrel smiles. "an' 'oo might you 'ave for that lesson?"
Quinten sighs and his ears fold down the back of his head "No idea, it doesn't say, just said the library"
Sorrel blinks "ah...well no one's here. best ta just wait it out, eh?"
Quinten nods and sits on a foot stall "I guess so ma'am..."
Sorrel blinks away the ma'am, falling bac into her comfy chair. "so, why'd ye join?"
Quinten smiles up at her "I wanted to do something with my life, it was farming back home, the smallest out of six of us, or it was leave home and find a place where i can do good, i found it here"
Sorrel smiles. the same general answer for all of the new ones. She closes her eyes rumaging through pocket for god knows what. "I see. youngest of six" she says, half enviously, half sympathetic.
Quinten nods "Yes, constant teasing, sleeping in the hay loft, cast away clothes except for my sunday suit."
Sorrel pulls out a blunt practicing dgger, spinning it in her paw idly. "must've been
fun."
Quinten shakes his head, eyes watching you spin the dagger "No...awful actually Miss
Sorrel, ruddy aawful i tell you"
Sorrel stops the spinning, grasping th dagger in the other paw now. "I was being sarcastic." she says with a wry smile.
You say, "Oh right...not too good aat that kinda thing""
Sorrel starts spinning again. "Hell, some people are good at some things, others aren't."
Quinten scuffs a paw on the floor "I'm no good at anything, seems i can't even obey officers or act like i shuold without saying something wrong
Sorrel gives an even odder smile. "hmph... really." this was starting to sound familiar, albeit more guilt had been added
Quinten lowers his head and ears "yes...i keep speaking my mind"
Sorrel continues with her smiling. "Well, have you met Jarril yet??"
Sorrel grins. "Just wait. th' others are fine, but hold your tongue round Jar. He's big on first impressions."
Quinten looks worried, "What...what will he do to me if he doesn't like me?"
Sorrel smiles. "oh nothing. 'twill be a pain livin' wit' him though."
You say, "Oh...ok""
Sorrel smiles. "so, who -have- you met??
You say, "Mister ender, Howard, Officer Darklett he hired me, Terrance and Myrill""
Sorrel's eyes lighten, then darken at Darklett's name. "Oh, yeh've met dark 'ave you? how do you like him?"
You say, "I only spoke to him briefly when he signed me up...""
Sorrel nodded. "I see..."
You ask, "Is that bad?""
Sorrel shakes her head. "never said it was, never said it wasn't."
You say, "Oh ok...so uhm Miss Sorrel what do you do here?""
Sorrel is happy for the change of subject, though she's the on who brought up the dark thing. "I'm a fightah, same as you'llbe."
Quinten smiles "Oh...so you are a ma'am then" he smiles
Sorrel blinks. "What? no I...Just, no formalities please." she says, smiling uvaguely. "makes me uncomfortable."
Quinten nods and swings his his feet "Well ok....if you say so Sorrel, its just everyone keeps saying i hav to adjust to themilitary way of things"
Sorrel smiles. "nah ye don't. after recruitin' it's only saltues and things. don' go over the top.
Quinten nods "Oh ok...well i also need to learn don't i?"
Sorrel nods. "I guess so." She never had to go through the recruiting process.
Quinten sighs and looks down "And i'm doing badly at that, never finding them, i mean i bet someplace someone is teaching battle strategy and i'm not htere"
Sorrel grins. "The thing about sala," she says, "Is that they don't -always- stick to schedules."
You say, "Ok...well i am trying my hardest, honest i am ""
Sorrel shrugs. "You'll get in. everybeast does.
You say, "Well i only want in if i deserve it""
Sorrel says, " well, m'lad, I've seen other bucks worse'n ye get in. I can tell you honestly that you deserve it.""
Quinten smiles faintly and nods "Well i hope i can prove your faith in me is right"
Sorrel puts her footpaws up on a different footstool. "It wouldn't be the first time
Quinten smiles softly "I will try my best"
Sorrel blinks as she gets a sudden thought. "What classes have you missed so far??"
You say, "Uhm let see, battle strategy, arhcyer, swords....." he looks down and scuffs at the carpet. "I do not even have a room, and i only have a uniform as Taye helped me get one"
End log as Sorrel DC'd
