Quinten Log 96 - 18 04 2006

Salamandastron: Training Room

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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls

seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray

arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery

targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good

distance off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are

of simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper

target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the

walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that,

several wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the

room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses

tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness

area, assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push

up. Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up

against the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted

on.

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Harper gives the dummy one last, good whack before turning to Flaxpaw

with a frustrated sigh. "I /was/ training some so maybe they'll let me

switch to a fighter recruit, but seems I can't get /any/ peace 'n' quiet

around here..." He all but glares at her, tosses his staff onto the

slightly padded ground at his feet, and turns, storming off.

Flaxpaw peers after Harper, and shrugs. Quite the temper, there. She

stands and leaves as well, off to get a drink, and wonder where her

hero's gotten to anyway.

The training room, now that Flaxpaw and Harper had left, is now very

empty, save for one hare, who leans against the table close to the

archery range. He's not busy doing anything, in fact he's staring off towards

the wall, looking like he's in some sort of deep, entranced thought.

The door opens and Quinten walks in, carrying his training sabre over

one shoulder, his fur back to that tan sandy colour that is natural, he

moves towards an open area and stops to salute when he spots the other

hare "Major Darklett sah"

Darklett takes a second or two to break from his trance, his eyes going

to the source of the sound that disturbed him to find Quinten. A smile

is present on his features, but it's not at all typical of Darklett,

looking very forced. "...Quinten. How're you?"

Quinten smiles and lowers his paw, though he remains at attention "Oh

so so sir, tiptoeing about making sure i don't put an ear wrong"

Something the recruit says causes Darklett to cringe inwardly, some

making its way out through a visible crease along his brow. "I see, I see.

Been in trouble, then?"

Quinten chuckles and flicks his ears, taking the cringe as the officers

dread of what the Recruit has been up to, "Oh you could say that sir, i

don't have a recruit report anymore, i got a privates one, evrything i

do now gets put on the permanent record it seems."

"...That hardly seems fair." Darklett mutters this out, brows

furrowing... But still he seems almost removed from the conversation, his eyes

wandering to the training sword on Quinten's shoulder, then the entire

rack of them in the training room, the dummies standing still in the

room, waiting to be beaten up.

Quinten shifts said sword and frowns now at the Major's obvious

distraction "Well i guess i did deserve it, i think...at least Major Jarril

seemes to think so"

"What did you do to make him think that?" Darklett's eyes actually

focus on Quinten now, the recruit having at least piqued a little bit of

his curiosity.

You say, "i got drunk, in Halyard sir" the bucks ears stiffen back up

into salute as he is questioned more closely,"

"...That's it?" Darklett furrows his brows. "So what? Did you get drunk

and do anything, hurt anybeast, mess anything up?"

Quinten shakes his head "No sir, just got drunk in the tavern,

interupted Major jarril's meal, made a bit of a scene i guess in the tavern,"

"Huh. Well, if Major Jarril sees it fit." Darklett shrugs, and goes off

to staring again, sighing quietly to himself as he slumps his

shoulders, looking towards the armory, almost curiously, but not enough to get

him up and moving.

Quinten watches you as you move "Is something wrong sir? you seem a bit

out of sorts?"

"...You don't have to call me sir, anymore, Quinten." Darklett dips his

head down, gripping at the table's edge with both paws.

Quinten blinks and looks at the paws...on the table and hurries

forwards "Sir..Darklett what is wrong?"

Darklett takes a big breath, and sighs it out. "... I'm... Done,

Quinten. I'm not a patroller anymore." He shakes his head, squeezing the

table, teeth gritting and jaw bulging outwards.

Quinten blinks "Your WOT!" he drops his practice sword and stares at

the other buck "Major wot are you saying.....why would you leave?"

"I'm not...!" Darklett's voice raises, but he stops himself, going back

to the subdued demeanor of before. "I'm not a major. I was relieved of

duty."

Quinten blinks "Relieved of duty....but why? and...of your not a

Major....that means.." his eyes go wide, that means he was stripped of rank.

Flaxpaw has paused at the door, hearing voices. was planning to come

back and do more training after her talk with Zeraph...very heartening.

but... the raises voices, and the subdues one. she peeks in, is she

really hearing what she thinks she's hearing?

Darklett grits his teeth again against the frustration, and he stands,

leaning against the table instead of sitting atop it. "I did some

things... I shouldn't have. And they finally caught up to me."

Quinten moves around the table to look up at the Major "Wot...could you

possibly have done..they can't throw you out sir, for something in your

past surely, your a damn good Major....and teacher"

Flaxpaw makes her presence known with a little shuffle, doesn't seem to

be the sort of conversation she should listen in on....

Darklett pushes off the table, growling under his breath and heading

for the exit... But he sees Flaxpaw standing there, now, and slows to a

halt, looking between the two in silence.

Quinten lowers his paws and stands starring up at Darklett "Major!" he

stresses the word, Darklett is still his Major as far as he is

concerned "Seems i won't be of any use to you, i'm just a dumb recruit after

all, but i hope....hope they'll give you back your command, its not the

Long Patrol without you"

Flaxpaw looks at Darklett, then to Quinten, then to Darklett, and snaps

to attention, saluting, pointed salute. not sure she understands what's

going on, but whatever it is, Darklett seems like a good officer.....

Darklett clenches his paws and turns to fully face Quinten. "Stop...

Stop calling me that!" He growls, much louder, at Quinten. "It's still

the Long Patrol, and you'll be fine without me!" He turns to Flaxpaw,

biting the inside of his cheek.

Quinten drops his paw "Yes Darklett" he says voice cold, flat and

emotionless, "If you want to wallow in self pity go ahead. as you don't seem

to want to talk about it i'll stop trying to be friendly," hurt it

seems by the Major's tone and anger.

Flaxpaw stands there in the door, waiting for her salute to be

returned, determined.

Darklett walks towards the exit. "...Excuse me, Flaxpaw." The

dark-furred buck speaks quietly, his fists unclenching as he tries to settle

himself. "Please, I think I need some fresh air."

Quinten moves after Darklett "Darklett....I hope at least...we can be

friends? Maybe...."

Flaxpaw moves aside a little bit. "yes, sah.." questioning look going

to Quinten.

Darklett moves past Flaxpaw, but turns around to face Quinten.

"...Sure. Of course. But you may not see me around much longer." At that, he

heads completely out of the training room, at a very brisk pace.

Quinten hurries to the door and looks out after him "Goodbye

then...darkless..please come and see me...before you leave" he calls after him

Flaxpaw stays quiet, watching, then looks at Quint. "wot just

happened?" asked quietly.

There's no answer, just the sound of footpaws against the stone

mountain floor.

Quinten sighs and turns back to look at Flaxpaw "I do not know...i came

in to spar...and the Major said he'd been relieved of command"

Flaxpaw blinks, and looks to the door. "relieved of command? major

Darklett? Can't be right....he's a good officer..."

Quinten shakes his head "That is what he said,"

Flaxpaw shrugs quietly. one more thing to ask Jarril about in a growing

list. "well, suppose there's been a mis-understanding." she continues

by him into the training room.

Quinten nods and moves to pick up his pracitce sword... "Aye...i'm

gonna go...ask the Colonel..if you'll excuse me Flaxpaw" he heads out the

door and stops "Oh and Flax...sorry about yesterday"

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