Quinten Log 93 - 14 04 2006

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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It had been only a short time before Jarril had ordered one of his hares to go wake up the two sleeping recruits from their beds. Sitting down at the desk, he has two piles of papers with reports on both recruits as he looks at each of them while leaning back in the soft chair, paw fingers pointed together as he touches his nose in thought all the time looking at the open door to the office.

The current host time is 07:13:21 AM PDT on Friday, April 14, 2006.

Quinten comes hurrying into sight tugging his uniform straight, and running a paw through his wet head fur, its sandy once more and slightly fluffy from the washing to get rid of that dye. The recruit comes to a halt outside the door and salutes nervously.

Flaxpaw follows Quinten much more slowly, has tried to make herself look presentable, but not succeded too much, still in the uniform she slept in. she blushes as she salutes, not really looking at the major.

Jarril removing his paws from his face, the major nods his head. "G'morning, I'll keep this short as ya need ta help down in the kitchen before breakfast session in two hours or so. So come in and shut the door please."

Quinten shuffles inside fiddling with his claws as he stands to one side to allow Flaxpaw in, allowing her space to close the door

Flaxpaw slinks in and closes the door, eyes darting around the office, and looking slightly ill and sleepy.

Jarril places both paws on the two piles of reports and coughs. "Ya be glad ta know that ya managed ta get ya report bigger yesterday. I wonder what would happen if ya two become the worse recruits evah in getting so many reports?" He looks at the both of them. "So tell me, just what am I going ta have ta do in not making these piles any taller?"

Quinten blinks and his eyes stray to the desk, surely he's not been in that much trouble...has he. But then he has done alot of crazy things since he joined last autumn "Uhm....not sure sah..." he says lamely, seemingly mostly recovered from his drunken spat last night, the two hours in the bath cleared his head.

Flaxpaw looks miserably at the reports, but remains silent, shuffling a little, then looks down at the ground, paw going to her head briefly.

Jarril sighs. "Right, this is how I am going ta do it since I've had time ta rethink on things." Looking at Quinten and then Flaxpaw. "We have two options here. First I put ya on that punishment I said last night on working on peeling and cutting up potatoes and scrubbing pots until we leave for the abbey, etc." He pauses. "Or we come ta some agreement right now on future behaviour and stick with it, hmm? What's it going ta be?"

Quinten looks at Flaxpaw in surprise then back at the Major "I'd...like to come to an agreement sir...if i..have to do that punishment...i fear things will suffer...in me training..."

Flaxpaw nods a little, and regrets it. "Wotever you think best, sah." she says-quietly.

Jarril looks at Flaxpaw. "I deal with ya in a moment." Turning his head back to

Quinten. "Ta be honest, the thought of ya becoming a recorder in this mountain right now or in future will not happen. Therefore I am going ta make sure that when we get ta the abbey, ya must learn some self control. No more wild ideas or crazy stuff that would tarnish this mountain's good name and reputation." Moving his head to where

Flaxpaw is. "Flax..." He shakes his head. "I don't know what the problem is although I can guess." He pauses for a moment in thought. "Ya know, what impressed me most about someone is how they were strong even though they were being told off for something. So I've decided that ya coming ta the abbey as well Flaxpaw, for reasons I will explain."

Flaxpaw's eyes go wide as she looks at Jarril, a small smile on her muzzle. "comin to the abbey, sah? yes sah, if....." she trails off, giving Quint a disbelieving grin.

Quinten looks at the Major and sighs ears dropping down his back "Yes sir....didn't realise me writings were that wild....or crazy..." he looks at Flaxpaw and then away, great she's happy what a nice arrangement. He looks back at the Major and nods his head "Ok sir.....i guess...well never mind." falling silent again

Jarril shakes his head at Quinten. "Ya writings are fine, it's the way that ya act that isn't right now." He looks at them both. "Ya know, I have had talks with the other majah's and colonels about ya two and we came ta a new decision on how ta deal with ya two? Ya got another chance on continuing ta take punishments or ya take this option I am about to fully lay down. Ya both won't have any punishment at all, ya both be going ta the abbey but there is a price ta be paid."

Quinten looks up, slightly happier with the idea that his writing is not a problem "I'm...listening sah..what is the price?" he looks at Flaxpaw and then back, whatever it is...it's bound to not be cheap.

Flaxpaw looks at the major disbelievingly. "no punishment, sah? then wot...wot is it?"

Jarril gets up and places his paws on the reports. "These reports if ya manage ta do this will be wiped, destroyed, burnt if ya don't get into anymore trouble. That's the benefit of doing what I am about ta tell ya." He smiles and places his hands behind his back. "Since punishments aren't working, we decided not ta give them anymore. However, anything that ya do get into trouble for now, will carry real consequences. Right now, the only thing that will hurt ya, is yaself. If ya get drunk or do anything that harms ya reputation then it is on ya shoulders. The worse thing is that if ya continue ta go down this road, how does the thought of being dishonorably discharged sound ta ya?"

Quinten blinks and looks at te Major in puzzlement "Wot...what do you mean sah? please i'll do anything,...don't throw me out...i i...i can't fail sir....this is all i've got..." he looks down at the floor adn sighs "I'll do anything sir.."

Flaxpaw looks down at the floor, biting her lip, that's finished sobering her up. "it was that bad, sah? wot we did?" she looks at Quint out of the corner of her eye. "An I agree with Quinten, sah, will do wot you say, but don't throw me out......but, um, if one of us gets thrown out, should be me, sah, not him. he's a good recruit, sah." she ends almost mumbling.

Jarril shakes his head. "No, it wasn't that bad. I put it this way." He thinks for a moment and speaks. "Even though ya still recruits anything that ya do but anything that ya do now as in get into trouble will now be put into a new pile, the one where full ranked privates have ta deal with. Therefore ya can continue to make this new pile grow if ya so wish." He pauses and then hits with the big one. "But doing so will keep ya within the private rank and each new incident will reduce ya chance of promotion or worse." Picking up one of the reports and moving to where they are stored for the moment he places it on the shelf and turns around. "We're not going ta mother ya anymore like ya have been since leverets. It's time that do ya own restraining, call it growing up. Only thing I ask is that ya do that and be good from now on. If ya can do that and get ta private rank then all these reports will be gone and ya have a clean sheet which no doubt will help when ya are considered for promotion. Now, ya do understand?"

Quinten nods his head and salutes, paw trembling somewhat "Yes sah...tha..thank you sir..i'll..never do anything ever again...you'll see..." the buck is running scared, terrified of being either thrown out or being doomed to a life as a private and nothing more.

Flaxpaw looks steadily at Jarril, and salutes. "understood, sah. won't disappoint you again."

Jarril smiles. "Good, then I just need ya ta sign this parchment that ya took the offer. Not that I expect ya not ta have fun though. If ya want ta drink, do so. But know ya limits, ya never know when ya called on duty." He picks up the other pile and puts it away before moving back to the desk. "So I don't want a complete opposite, I am not trying ta stifle all the fun." Opening a drawer the major pulls out the scroll and looks at it. "Everyone gets into trouble at one stage or another and I did exactly what ya did in getting drunk at ya age and I even did something wrong and had some hares die." He begins to unroll it. "I am telling ya this now as that I am not unfallable myself, though just be glad that ya weren't told off by Lord Bludstripe." The major pauses and smiles. "I had a headache for three days afterwards, wot."

Quinten shivers and reaches out to pick up a quill pen "I'll sign sir...honest i will...." fun...Quinten's not going to touch alcohol again, let alone step out of line if he has anything to do with it, his paws shaking, the talk of Lord Bludstripe only making it worse as he waits for the parchment to sign.

Flaxpaw considers this bit of information about her hero. maybe she's not totally ruined things with him afterall. She smile alightly at him, and extends her paw for the quill. "You won't regret this,sah."

Jarril unrolls the scroll and turns it around as he nods for them to sign it each from the quill and ink pot on the desk. "There's no backing out of this after signing and

Quinten. Ya never know, ya may end up being one of the great recorders we've had in the past. It is a brand new day, after all. Let's see what it will bring, shall we?" He stands back and watches them both.

Quinten salutes and then signs his name, which takes quite a bit of time, being an official document means its time to use his full official name "There..." he looks up and offers Flaxpaw the quill "I'll make you proud sir..you'll see"

Flaxpaw has no such difficulties with the official document bit, just grabs the quill, and scrawls Flaxpaw across it.

Jarril smiles and takes the scroll back, rolling it up as he seals it with some of the hot wax from a candle stick. "There, thank ya." He opens a drawer and places it inside. "Now, about yesterday." He smiles. "As soon as ya leave this office, that incident for me didn't happen, therefore ya not injured any friendship either professional or not with me. Nice ta see ya took the mature way of sorting out this problem. Now, shall we get ta more important things and get some breakfast." Moving around the desk he places a paw on Flaxpaw's shoulder, patting it, then he makes for the door and opens it, seeing a hare there. "Tell the kitchen staff they won't be there, they took the other option." Seeing the hare nod and leave quickly.

Quinten turns and begins to march towards the door "Aye sir...let me get it for you at least, i did interupt your meal and that...well as a hare its the worst offence anyone could commit, interupting your meal."

Flaxpaw smiles over at Jarril when he pats her shoulder. "breakfast sounds great, sah."

Jarril nods and makes moves to get them out of the office. "Well, don't make me push ya down there. This is an important mission, besides I am famished."

Quinten darts around the Major and moves ahead of him "Flaxpaw bring him down to the dinning room...i'll get something ready for him"

Flaxpaw pauses as she passes Jarril to whisper "thank you, sah.", then extends a paw as if to take his, and stops. "well, we'd best wait a moment, let him do wotever he's going to do."

Jarril blinks and looks at Quinten. "That's easy, I want a bit of everything that's available down there." He turns to look at Flaxpaw and then down to the paw being offered and takes hold of it. "Ya welcome."

Salamandastron: Dining Chamber

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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron. It is a

veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room

so big. Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.

Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its

presence is undeniable. Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,

each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce. The chair

at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that

occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord. The massive

object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the

sun setting over the sea.

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Flaxpaw and Jarril arrive in the dining chamber a bit after Quinten, Flax scarcely containing a wide grin as she looks around and spots Quinten, making her way over to him.

Quinten has set up a place for three at a table, complete with three full mugs of pear juice, a large plate of cornbread muffins dripping in butter fills the table as well as some bowls of thick porridge

Moving into the room, Jarril gives a wave to those in his patrol before he see's them go back to their talking while eating breakfast, the whole room being loud about any gossip that had happened the night before, while some of the hares on duty during the night are getting something to eat before heading off to bed, etc. Moving over to where Quinten is he sits down at the table and immediately tucks into the porridge.

Quinten smiles at Jarril and grins setting the shaker of Hot root pepper down before the Major's bowl, "You tuck right in sir" he grins and moves off to the kitchen "I've got you some fried kippers on the way too sir."

Flaxpaw looks at Quinten, then the pepper, then Jarril. he wouldn't? she waits to see.

Jarril nods and continues to eat his porridge, pausing briefly. "Thank ya." He looks

at Flaxpaw. "Sitting down? Best eat this before it gets cold or another hare nicks it, wot."

Quinten is soon back from the kitchens carrying another tray loaded with kippers and salad, he sets them down and then takes a seat "Thats a bit of everything on this mornings menu sir"

Flaxpaw settles in and begins to eat. good he didn't put the pepper in the porriage.

Keeping quiet, Jarril finishes his bowl of porridge and attacks the muffin's.

Quinten is eating his porridge slower then the major or even Flaxpaw, starring off at the far wall witha puzzled frown"

Flaxpaw picks at the food a bit, not really up for eating after the drinking last night.

It doesn't take long for Jarril to finish his breakfast and he gets up from his chair with a grin. "Well, I best get off, duties ta do and all. I am sure ya need ta go with what ya need ta do. G'day ta ya both."

Quinten looks up and nods "Yes sir, i got to get that copy of Life of Sala out then get to boxing practice"

Flaxpaw stands quickly. "mind if i walk you out, sah?"

Jarril nods his head. "Sure." Looking at Quinten. "Aye, no doubt ya have a lot ta put in it suddenly." Taking one of the muffins to eat on the way however he smiles before moving off down the hall, nodding to one or two other hares along the way.

Quinten looks up and nods "Yes sir..got the interview with the Colonel...and all of this...i'll have it out soon sir"

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Salamandastron: Caverns

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These are the deepest, most catacomb-like passages and caverns, the ones that

go into the the bowels of the mountain. These cold dark caverns are sparsely

lit and contain several dead-end passages. Few hares frequent here. This

area is the most catacomb-like not only because of its physical appearance,

but also because some of the caverns which the passages lead to serve as tombs

for slain comrades. Several of the passages lead off to holding cells for

captured prisoners.

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"Ye could always jus' kill yerself. Wouldn' tha' be easiah?" Alright, so Seven isn't sure what is going on, but from the way Quinten looks.. and is slouched over.. it seems that he is contemplating just hiding down here for a /long/ time.

Quinten juerks and looks up "Seven sir.." he scrambles to his footpaws and salutes "Sorry was just...well i got in some trouble with trhe Majuor is all"

Seven eyes him out of the corner of his eye, then shakes his head before going to carry the barrel he is holding into one of the caverns.

Quinten looks after Seven and hurries after him "Here let me help Seven"

"I've go' it, Quin.." Seven states without turning, already inside this second cavern and setting the barrel down with others in the corner. He starts back towards the recruit.

Quinten nods and side steps "Need a paw with any others Seven?" he looks down then back up "anything i can help with at all?"

Seven shakes his head, dusting his shirt off as he eyes Quinten. "No. Bu' ye look kin'a no' on the bes' side of /any/thin' righ' now. If tha' makes sense."

Quinten nods his head and smiles at the hares vermin accent "It does sir, got drunk last night, only meant to have a small drunk but Flax kept on plying me with them, got on the wrong side of the Major...he's thrown my recruit report out the window and anything i get reported on now...goes onto me permanent private record.."

Seven grins. It's not sure why, but the vermin-hare grins. "Heh. Tha' 'urts.." He folds his arms across his chest watching Quinten. "Why're ye smilin' a'me anyway?"

Quinten smiles and shakes his head "Sory Seven ol chap its just that accent of yours, its a real kicker, i love it"

Seven flicks his tongue against his molars as he peers at Quinten. "Uh?..wot 'bout it?" He's not quite sure about his own accent. It's normal to him anyway.

Quinten smiles and holds a paw up "I've juust not heard something like it on a hare before, its nice" he smiles uyp at him though it falters a bit

Seven ohs, nodding his head and tilting his head to watch Quinten as if trying to figure him out, then he shrugs. "Oh.. wot now?"

Quinten shakes hish ead "Ahhh just worrying about Gabby i promised not to drink...and didn't just drink i got rat assed Seven"

Seven tilts his ears. "Well, I've nevah 'eard tha' term.. bu' given the rats I've been 'round now... I can get it." He goes to walk past Quinten.

Quinten side steps and turns to watch Seven "Seven your older then me....what shall i do? about Gabby?"

Seven pauses, ears pinning at the question, then he looks over his shoulder to Quinten. "Wot d'ya mean...?" He's not sure of the inquiry, but he has a pretty good idea.

You say, "Well she's going to be so upset with me over the dirnking...an i don't want to upset her any more...how can i make it right?" he's looking up at you, hoping you'll have an answer for him"

Seven squints thoughtfully, then shrugs. "If she loves ye, she'll be fergivin'...if she doesn'.. then she won'." He peers towards the entrance, then sighs. "No' evah actually 'ad a relationship like tha'.. so 'm no' some'un ye should ask."

Quinten nods "Oh ok Seven...sorry didn't want to well you know" he reaches out to lay a paw on the older bucks arm "its just...difficult to know if i'm doiung it right you know"

Seven tenses as the paw is rested on his arm, nose wrinkling into an almost snarl, before he relaxes again. Still not used to that, perhaps. "It's fine."

Quinten blinks and lifts his paw off the hare holding an inch away "Sorry Seven" he smiles up at him "your a good buck to know"

Seven raises a brow. "Nevah 'eard tha' one before.." He mumbles, rubbing his arm now where Quinten had set his paw. Just out of instinct.

Quinten smiles "Come on upstairs and have something to eat with me?"

Seven shrugs. "Eh. Sure."

Quinten smiles happily and starts down the corridor, not worry about Gabby for now and spend some time with Seven "You ever had hotroot? major forced me to have some last night"

"I 'ave.. though no' evah been forced." Seven just follows Quinten without complaining or anything.

Quinten looks back over his shoulder and shakes his head "How can you stomach that stuff? its awful Sev, i can't stand the stuff wot"

Seven shrugs. "No' bad.. Kinda 'ot is all. Bu' it's bettah than othah stuff I've 'ad t'eat." He'd say something about having to learn to adapt to situations, but just doesn't feel like it.

Quinten grimaces "Wot could be worse then otroot old bean, i can't think of anything"

Seven pauses, ears raising at the term. Blink? "Old bean?"

Quinten looks back at you and smiles "Wot? tis just a saying Sev, or would ye rather i could you old salt or vermin are?"

Seven pins his ears as he fixes Quinten with a murderous look. "Wotevah.." The hare goes to move past him again, to just walk off.

Quinten blinks "Wot...Seven wait" he reaches out to catch your arm "hey now i didn't say anything to upset you..."

Seven feels the paws starting to grab at his arm, and he jerks the limb away quickly, with a half stumble. This only makes his slight limp a little more apparent. "Don' talk t'me."

Quinten frowns and is not having that "Seven stop it....was joking ok, sheesh no need to act like that, none at all"

Seven growls a little. "It's no' a f***in' /joke/ Quin. 'Ares call m'tha' when they're bein' /evil/ towards me."

Quinten blinks and stops "Well i didn't know it did i Seven, i'm sorry i uysed it ok, no need to tkae your anger out on me, thump the gits for being bally rude"

Seven leans in to growl at Quinten, glaring at him. The look in his eyes has gone completely 'vermin'. "/Yer/ the one bein' rude, Quin. Don' get mad at me jus' cause I take offense t'bein' insulted."

Quinten takes a deep breath and raises a paw "Ok ok.." he says calmly "I'm sorry Seven i didn't realise it was an offensive term ok..." he looks at you and smiles "I really didn't mean to insult you honest, sorry"

Seven has already bristled up. And he is tensed, back against the wall and kind of bad postured like a weasel for the moment. He snorts at the apology, then shrugs. "Fine.. wotevah." Well, what else is he supposed to do?

Quinten sighs and steps back "Ok Seven....see you later maybe" trying to keep the pity from his eyes as the hare goes all vermin on him "I best go tell Gabby the bad news"

Seven slumps down into a seated position, curling his knees to his chest and just hugging them. He doesn't say anything to Quinten. Right now he's both calming down /and/ cursing himself. Joy joy.

Gabriel comes walking down the stairs, noting Quinten looking down at the hare leaning into the wall. She is taken aback, a bit afraid that maybe there has been a fight, before confidently advancing towards the short buck. "'Ello, Quin." She says, rather cheerily.

Quinten jumps and his ears stand up on end he turns to look t Gabby and swallows "Ga...gabby hey...." he holds out a paw and looks back at Sev "Sorry Sev...for wot i said"

Seven suddenly feels younger than his age. "Don' worry." We he notices the rabbit, he gets up and just moves for the entrance again without another word. Getting too crowded? Or.. he's uncomfortable now anyway.

Gabriel watches the other odd-looking hare go, still slightly put off by him. She waltzes into Quinten's outstretched arm, putting it around her waist. Gabby's face does grow slightly concerned. "Y'alright, Quin?"

Quinten sighs and shakes his head deciding ion the best thing, start with the truth "No Gabby...i got drunk with Flaxpaw in halyard...i only meant to have the one drink but she kept on plying them into me...i was a fool for not stopping...got in some trouble with the Major....but...i'm more worried...that i broke my promise to you" he looks down at the floor and sighs, she's gonna hate him for this

Seven goes into the passage leading up to the First Level intersection.

Gabriel takes a step away from his, letting his paw fall back to his side. She tilts her head slightly, kind of glad it isn't anything worse. But then again.../with/ Flaxpaw? Gabby's eyes narrow. "You said you wouldn't." There's a good start. "And what is this? With Flaxpaw? What did y'do?" The rabbit sputters slightly. "You said...you went...Quin..."

Quinten blinks in surprise he'd not been expecting that "No no its nothing like that" he assures her quickly "We went with a whole bunch of recruits to Halyard, to the festival, Flax was mooning about after the Major and i said a drink'd snap her out of it," he holds out a paw to her "Please Gabby i'm sorry....don't hate me...i couldn't stand that, not right before we leave for Redwall..."

Gabriel is disgusted to say the least, now really sinking her teeth into the matter, figuratively. "You tol' me you wouldn't. You promised. What's your word worth now, Quin? Anything?!" A few tears come into her eyes, which she swipes away.

Quinten quivers at those words and collapses, slumping down against the wall and crying "Gabby...i'm sorry please...please i'm already being punished for it.....please don't hate me..i'm sorry, im sorry...." dejected looking hare

"One thing. /One/ thing! Don't you think I should at least be able to trust you in the only thing I've ever made you promise about?" Gabby's not letting his emotion stop her...though she's not exactly reporting facts. "Quin, I don't hate you. I just wish...you're being punished, hmm? How?"

Quinten hangs his head nad sighs "My....my reports every little thing i do as a recruit now will go onto my permanent record as a private, it won't get wiped away when i graduate as normally happens"

Gabriel seems a bit placated, even sad for him. She goes to him and takes his paw, kissing it gently. "Quin...I'm sorry. I need a lil' space, alright? I still love you." Gabby pulls away and walks up the stairs, quivering.

Quinten nods and stays sat where he is "k...i'll be here when you...want me back...if you want me back....sorry" he sighs and hauls himself up and shuffles off sniffling and wiping his nose

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