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Old 67th HQ: Training Room
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Here is where the true life of the 67th is; the training room. It is perhaps most often frequented, second only to perhaps the dining chamber, and certainly more important to the Long Patrols survival than simply food. Here, the hares of the Long Patrol remain in fighting , fit condition. So far as the room, itself, the walls seem to be a bit beaten down, and it wouldnt take a creature long to figure out why; there is also a small archery range, with targets lining one section of wall in the room. Also, on another wall, a few wooden mannequins are lined up, and they do indeed look sorely beaten, and one can only imagine what such hares could do in an actual fight. Next to these mannequins, a barrel full of wooden practice swords rests, ready and waiting to do their masters will. In another corner of the room, a small, makeshift boxing ring is set up, no more than wooden stakes squared in by lengths of rope, as well as two thin, but padded, mats on the floor.
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Marching boldly from within the armoury room, carrying a bow and arrows around his back.  The major sidesteps someone being thrown to the ground in a wrestling match and chuckles shaking his head.  "Not quick enough, laddie.  Never make it as a runner, that's fer sure, wot."  Moving onwards, the hare makes his way over to where the archery section in good spirits.

Wyat is in a contest of the sword with another hare. Defensively, he seems to be doing rather well, but he seems rather reluctant to attack. He ducks a swipe at his ears and give his apponent a dirty look before blocking the next attack. The two hares lock swords, but apparently the other hare is stronger as Wyat is soon knocked back.

Earblade wanders into the training room looking around with a slight frown. When his eyes alight upon the young new recruit he fully enters the room, keeping to the side so as to not draw too much attention. As he walks to take a seat and watch the various training matches he carries a pair of boots with him, holding them rather gingerly. The boots seem to have lost their shine due to something being spilt on them, he places them on the floor next to him and folds his arms to watch.

Eye'ing everything about him, the major just smiles and goes back to his own task, drawing one of the thin shafts and inspects it closely.  Slipping it against the bow, the hare begins to lift up the arrow shaft and looks ahead.  "Ah, laddie.  Mind hurrying up and removing those shafts, thankie."  Watching the young officer pull at the shafts of wood before running to a safe position.  Grinning, the major becomes blind to anything else happening in the room as he looks down the shaft with his only eye, the bowstring taunt as the wood throbs a little from the tension.  Flicking an ear slightly, the major lets go and a split second later, the shaft thuds right into the centre.

Soleil pauses in her own workout with the bow, letting the string fall loose and pointing at the ground. Staring at the buck a few targets down the line, the doe watches closely to see if he has any special tricks she might pick up on.

Wyat recovers from being knocked down. He looks his sneering apponent in the eye and regains his stance. He mutters something under his breath as he waits for the attack. The other hare shrugs and attacks again. Wyat block, spins out of the way and ends up facing the other hare's back. Wyat then kicks the hare in the back quickly, and the hare stumbles. Wyat is still mumbling to himself as the sneer fades from his apponents face and this time Wyat attacks. Some of what he is mumbling is audible. "Step 1..... Move.... never let.... Time for..." He slices at his apponents shoulder and lets it glance off, using the momentum to slide down and slice at the hare's stomach. There is a ripping sound as the sword goes through tunic, but does not penetrate the chain mail underneath. Bothe hares stop fighting and look at each other panting. Wyat extgends his handpaw and says "Good fight."

Jarril moves to a kneeling position and reaches behind him again to pull at another shaft.   Shifting the bow to rest against his uniform, the buck holds the shaft in both paws and looks down it, closely examining it.  After a moment, the hare nods his head slowly and shafts it into the bow, making some minor adjustments as the hare aims up a bit higher than normal.  Letting the second shaft go free, the same thudding sound comes as the arrow is just a tiny bit up from where the first one was.

Earblade can't help getting up and striding over to one of the mats where two hares are getting a little too exciting about their boxing match and have instead resorted to rolling around the floor punching several shades of something out of each other. "Oi, oi lads. Break it up now, break it up" he shouts in a commanding tone, giving one a sharp rap on the leg with his cane and pulling the other off him before they can do any more damage. He nods to an older hare who's attention was grabbed by the shouting to restrain the other of the two young hooligans. "Thankya my good man" he says gratefully before rounding on the offenders, "Wot the bally hell d'yathink you're doing? Save that kind of thing fer the enemy!" he shouts, before muttering about how they might want to actually get some proper training in while they're at it. Earblade looks back over to see Wyat finishing off his fight and exchanging pleasantries. He smiles to himself and strolls up towards the hare, clasping a paw to the young hare's shoulder, "W

Earblade enquires, "Well then, what to we have here? Would it be a young hare desperate to apologise for his actions upon some previous night?" asks the colonel with mock severity."

Wyat smiles as he hears Earblade's voice. "Well, you know," he says turning around to face the officer. "All I really wanted was a glass of whater, and I wake up with a headache strong enough to knock out a horse! What was that stuff anyway?" He gives a slight wave to the hare he was just fighting as he walks off. "I really don't drink that much sir. It's just that sometimes, once I get started I can't stop."

Soleil doesn't notice anything exceptionally unusual about the Major's shooting style. Her brow furrows momentarily though as she looks down at his target in comparison to hers. She shakes her head and draws the bow taught once more, looking down the shaft. Her release is relatively smooth, but the arrows flight isn't. It hits soundly high and to the right of the center. She sighs frustrated and looks down the line back to the buck.

Jarril gets up and nods his head slightly before turning around and marching right back to the other side of the room to get a bit more distance.  Keeping a few steps away from the wall, the buck again puts another shaft into the bow and pulls back, the target a bit further away now as he waits while some hares are walking past.  Waiting with taunt arms, the hare makes a few minor adjustments again, the bow pointing slightly upwards and holding his breath, the shaft shoots through the air to go smack bang into the yellow dyed centre circle again.  Nodding his head in appreciation, the buck slips the bow around his shoulder and pads back slowly to where he was before.

Earblade grins, "Well now you'll learn your lesson. If you want water go to the kitchens, if you want a real drink, ask Nev, otherwise you'll no doubt end up with one of Neville's odd concoctions.". The colonel recalls his first experience with the officers of old and decides to humour the boy, "You did y'self proud though, taking one of Neville's drinks, don't beat y'self up about it". The colonel taps his nose for a moment as he ponders something, "Actually m'boy, you might quite an impression on me last night, so much so that I've hand picked you for a task of rather high importance. Its certainly within your capabilities and so I would be honoured if you would accept such a mission for me?" Earblade asks the young hare, a quite serious look now on the old Colonel's features, he waits for the young hare to accept.

Wyat can't believe his luck! He hasn't been with the Patrol for quite 2 days and already he's being offered an important mission. He can barely contain a smile as he asks "Sure! What can I do?" His mind begins to race, maybe he has to go out on reconansonce... or maybe a rescu mission for someone, or even body guarding! He looks up at Earblade eagerly, trying not to dance from one footpaw to the other.

Soleil looks surprised as the sharp-shooter rises and appears to be heading out. Done already? Her eyes widen even more as he stops and faces the target again, taking aim. Gaping, her eyes follow the flight of the arrow, sighing enviously as it falls dead center again. She looks sidelong as he re-approaches the line, wondering if he'd be offended if she asked for help...

Jarril looks at Soleil for a moment and smiles.  "Anything I can do fer ya, miss?"  Stopping in his tracks and staring at the doe.

Soleil eyes widen and she quickly looks away, blushing guiltily. She turns, looking behind her, seeing no one she turns back to the buck. "I...I was jus' admirin' yer skills, sah," she mumbles quietly looking at the ground.

Jarril nodding his head, the major makes his way up to where Soleil is and smiles.  "Ah, it's nothing that a lot of hard work and constant practise helps with."  Placing his paws lazily across his chest.  "So how about showing me what ya can do, hmm?"

Soleil shakes her head dubiously, but fits an arrow to the string anyway. Adjusting her stance, she stares down the shaft at the target. Just as she should be releasing the arrow, she releases the tension on the string dropping the aim down to the floor. "Sah, I'm not very good..." she tells the buck apologetically, looking back over her shoulder.

Slowly, slyly a grin spreads across the old Colonel's face. "Well m'boy, it seems that in a bizarre course of events a young fighter decided to get drunk and then empty his stomach all over my boots as I carried him to the infirmary. I dare say the lad didn't mean any harm but it would be nice if the hare in question would at least clean my boots in way of an apology.". Earblade motions towards the soiled boots near where he was sitting earlier...

Earblade room-pages, "there, quick pose. Sorry but I was on the phone trying to get a house then someone knocked at the door. its a very busy life I led".

Nodding his head, Jarril comes up to where Soleil is and smiles.  "Ah, don't think like that.  Here, let's see if we can improve ya posture, shall we."  Making sure that he's the opposite side to the arm that Soleil draws back on he speaks softly, paws behind his back.  "Right, put another arrow ta the bow."

Wyat looks around. "So you want me to find this hare that... erm... spewd all over your boots. Is that is sir?" He smiles hopefully, but knows that this isn't the case. He looks at the boots one more time and then too Earblade. "Oh, all right." He says finaly. He walks over to the boots and picks up a rag and some cleaner. He dumps some cleaner on the rag and begins to clean the boots.

Soleil sighs and brings the bow back up, aiming the arrow at the center once again. She adjust her stance, trying to remember exactly how she was taught. She draws her arm back, holding the tension, waiting for instruction. She glances side-long at the Major, raising and eyebrow questioningly.

Earblade grins and follows Wyat over and stands over him as he starts the process of wiping various substances off his boots. He ruffles the headfur of the young fighter, "You'll do well in the Longpatrol as long as you remember to take responsibility for your actions" says Earblade with a raised finger, his posture similar to that of a parent teaching a dibbun a new lesson.

Jarril nods his head and gently guides Soleil as he looks over her shoulder closely.  "Right, now I want ya ta close the eye that ya not going ta see down this shaft.  Then carefully aim for the target but don't let go just yet."  Pausing he looks down to where the target is.  "Now, focus on nothing but the target that ya are aiming for, forget everything else and adjust until ya are happy.  Take a deep breath in, hold it and make sure that ya keep that aiming arm where it is.  Don't move it until the arrow has completely left the bow."  Going quiet, the major watches and smiles.  "In ya own time.  Don't rush it."

Wyat mutters something under his breath that sound suspiciously like "yes pa." but you can't be sure about such things. Unfortunatly, the vomit does not  clean off of the boots as easily as he had hoped. He heaps some more cleaner onto the rag and then some onto the boot. When he finally gets them cleand and vomit free, he looks up to Earblade, and with a straight face querries "WOuld you like me to shine them as well sir?" he hopes that His supurior doesn't catch that he's bein a smart alek.

Earblade raises an eyebrow over the muttering young hare, hiding his amusement at Wyat's anger. He taps his foot as he waits for the lad to finish and is about to congratulate him on a job well done when he makes a slightly sarcastic remark about shining the boots. He looks confused for a moment, "Well.. erm... I suppose thats a good suggestion, I had just shined them yesterday after all. Very good of you to suggest it, though you'd best get it right or you'll have to do it again until they're perfect." He winks at the hare and gives him a pat on the head, "Off ya go, get some wax from supplies and get them so I can see my handsome features grinning back." he orders.

Soleil closes her left eye and tilts her head slightly to the right. She takes an audibly deep breath, holding it while she tries to focus on the target alone. She tries to hold the bow steady while lining it up and holding her breath at the same time. Her face turning pink from lack of oxygen, the doe releases the arrow as she gasps for air. It flies too high and misses the target completely. She turns, embarrassed, quietly apologizing, "Sorry, sah...I couldn't concentrate only on th'target."

Wyat nods to Earblade. "Thank you sir, and let me just say, It has been an honor partaking in this task with you by my side, and I shall not let you down." Again, straight face and no sarcasm is evident, although to Wyat, the statment was dripping with sarcasm. He picks up the boots and heads off to the dorms to shine the shoes and hopefully impress this Colenel.

Jarril doesn't tell Soleil off.  "Ah don't worry.  All it takes is a lot of practise.  Keep at it and ya soon improve.  Even I had ta learn ta hit the target at one stage in my life, wot."  The hare stands back but gives a few more pointers for the young doe to learn.  "Once ya managed ta get it right in this room, the harder part is ta learn how ta target while out in the open.  Wind can be a right blinking problem, doncha know.  Best way around that is ta learn and target away from the actual target by judging how fast the wind is going."  Pointing to his ears.  "That's what they're good for as well as listening for the food bell that rings out, wot."

Soleil nods, listening intently. She opens her mouth, as though to ask a question or make a comment, but quickly snaps it shut. "Yes, sah," she responds instead. Turning back to the target she puts another arrow to the string. Setting her stance, she closes her eyes, making sure she's balanced. Opening the right eye, she draws up the bow level with the target, tilts her head and takes a deep breath. One ear waggles, checking for a non-existent wind. After a considerable amount of time adjusting her aim, the doe releases and watches as the arrow lands closer to center than any of her previous attempts. She turns to grin at the Major.

Jarril pats Soleil on the shoulder.  "Ah, there ya go.  Takes time and patience, wot."  Thinking for a moment he adds something else.  "About the wind thing, it all about making sure that ya have the right direction ta fire.  Anticipate where that arrow is going ta land.  If ya have a eastwards wind, aim slightly ta the strength of the wind.  Sometimes it's not much adjustment at all but aim for the west.  Always do it opposite from the direction of the wind."  Rubbing his chin, the major ponders.  "As for moving targets it's the same thing but adjusting ya bow either left or right or up and down.  Takes a lot of practise ta get that down ta a few seconds."  Smiling with ears perked up straight.  "But I know ya do it eventually, practise makes perfect as they say."

Soleil un-strings the bow, seemingly done for the day. She nods while she works, showing she is paying attention to his new instructions. Done with the bow, she looks back up to the buck. "Thank ya, sah. But I don' think I'll evah get that far...Me bein' a healah an' all," she says shyly.

Jarril nods his head.  "Ah, everyone has their uses in the patrol, no matter what their skills are.  But in comes in handy ta learn something new, even if ya won't become good at it."  Unstringing his own bow, the major smiles.  "Ya be surprised on how many hares here would marvel at ya talents on bringing injuries ta dissappear."

Soleil nods, starting over towards the wall to lean the bow against it. "I know," she says softly, "I wonder at it too, sometimes, sah. S'nice t'be able t'help others." Smiling back, "I also am amazed by every othah beast in th'patrol. Such as y'self, sah." She nods indicating his target where the arrows are still clustered tightly in the center.

Jarril turns to look where you are gazing at and twists his ears in slight embarassment.  "Ah, that."  Moving his gaze back to staring at you now.  "Well, that's just a lot of seasons practising, that's all."  Rubbing the side of his head, the major chuckles.  "Mind ya, if ya saw me doing any close combat training ya would've seen me on my back most of the time and besides I was bested once in a battle that made me lose an eye."  Coming up to placing his bow on the wall.  "I suppose each has their strengths and weaknesses but it's what makes a person and sometimes ya have ta improvise, wot."

Soleil shrugs doubtfully, finding it hard to believe that the sharp-shooter couldn't hold his own in a wrestling match. "I guess, sah." Sneaking a quick glance up at the buck's face she winces slightly, at the thought of loosing an eye. "How'd it happen? Does it hurt still?" The questions pop out without her meaning them too, and her face quickly flushes as she stares at the ground. "Sorry sah, I didn' mean t'..." she trails off into silence.

Jarril shrugs and points to his black eye patch, the hare looking sometimes like some pirate than anything else.  "Wot, this?  Long story."  Moving to sitting down on one of the benches.  "I kept winning slanging matches with a sea corsair leader and during the battle I met him in battle but wasn't that up ta the task which led ta the injury.  It hurts now and again but one has ta keep living.  Best thing really, stiff upper lip and all that, wot."  Getting up.  "Well, I have other things ta do and I suppose ya have ta as well, healer.  So I bid ya farewell until next time."

Soleil nods sympathetically, not really understanding. "Oh," she says quietly when he's finished. "Well, yessah. Thank ya fer th'instruction an' all. I'll keep practicin'." She smiles and turns to go, tossing a wave over her shoulder as she heads for the door.

***Much later on***

Wyat is in the now deserted training room. He is standing in front of a full, length mirror, with no weapon. He is muttering to himself under his breath as he stares intently at his footpaws in the mirror. It would appear as if he were working on his foot work. However next to the mirror is what could be an old dart board, and very suddenly, Wyat whips his handpaw to his side, and flings the throwing knife at the target. The knife lands with a thud near the outside, and Wyat continues to work on his footing.

It would seem that this hare never really stops working, Major Jarril coming back into the training room again only after a few hours after he was in there last time.  Looking about the room for a moment and noticing that it's rather empty, he nods and makes his way over to one of the benches and sits down for the time being, placing another scroll to the side of him.

From her position at the doorway, Sundew watches the practising hare for a while, tilting her head on one side. Speaking up, she addresses Wyat. "Squeezing in a bit of trainin' before lunch, eh?" Her eyes wander over to the dart board, noting the knife sunk into the cork near the outside of the target. "Well.. don't let me interrupt ye.. carry on, mate."

Jarril rests against the wall and just watches, taking the time to just watch this time around and not wanting to do more archery training the major isn't too fussy about doing any boxing or close combat training at the moment.  And so, crossing his arms about his chest, the major grins and watches the other hares that have come in do all of the work for now.

Pausing in the doorway of the training room, Colonel Zoe observes the current inhabitants for the moment. Various training, Jarril working... Nope, nothing out of the ordinary here. Thus, Zoe steps easily into the training room, unrolling the parchment she holds in her paws. She moves to one of the walls, and goes about tacking it up. It's the sign-up sheet for this week's quarry duty, and Zoe's already marked in her name a few places.

Wyat stops moving his footpaws and turns around, so he is facing away from the target. He watches a few hare leave and go to luch, then begins to concentraite. He closes his eyes and imagines what's behind him. In his mind, he can see exactly where the target is. he takes a deep breath and holds it. Suddenly, he whips around, as he does, his handpaw grabs a throwing knife and flicks it at the target. He opens his eyes to watch the knife sink into the target with a thud. It landed a few inches to the left of the centre. Wyat exhales deeply and can't help but smile. A small "Yes." escapes his lips as a few more hares file out.

Rahier sticks his head into the training room. He gives the training hares only the briefest of glance-- it ends, of course, with the Colonel. Who's messing about with some parchment or other. Pish posh. The buck slinks inside, stepping his way over to the Colonel. "Zoe?" Ehe.

Zoe_Lang glances over her shoulder at Rahier, and then takes a step back. Absently, she gestures to the parchment. "Sign-up. You know, for the quarry." She then turns, paws dropping into her pockets. "Somethin' up?"

Wyat seems rather happy with himself for doing such a good throw. He walks up to the target and retrives his throwing knives. He steps back to where he was and this time just aims normaly. He eyeballs the target carefully, and quicker than most beasts, he flicks he wrist and the knife go flying to the target. It lands with a *Thunk* right in the middle. He repeats the process and it land's off to the side.

Rahier taps the ends of his fingers together. Tap tap. He casts a shifty look toward the rest of the hares, before grinning back at Zoe. "Uhm.. not really. I jus' wanted t'ask y'somethin'. Y'know th'leveret Taye?" Heehee. He pauses, seeming a bit nervous. "Er, well, Maria an' I'd like.. t'take him as our own." Ha. That said, the buck straightens up, looking a bit jittery. :S

Zoe_Lang quirks a brow, studying Rahier in silence for a moment. She then frowns a bit, thoughtfully. "Isn't Maria due with yer own rathah soon? Ya sure you'll want t' handle the both o' them?"

Sorrel walks in, twirling her dual bladed sword in onepaw, smiling, finally, time to get rid of some of the tension of returning to the lp. She notices two hares she recognizes, and waves to zoe and rahier.

Rahier arrests his paws at his sides. ;p The buck's ears perk, and he nods. "She is. Jus', he's lived with us f'quite a while already, an' I wanna make it, ah.. formal." Yes. He continues. "We think he'll be a great brother t'th'kid, too.. he's a good kid." Grin?

Jarril continues to stay where he is, closing his one eye over and just taking to listening to the room at the moment.  Tapping a footpaw, the major nods his head gently, trying to get some sort of short break before running into work again at full speed.

After a few more throws of the throwing knives, and declining a wrestling challenge, Wyat sheaths his throwing daggers and turns to look around. He sees Zoe talking with another hare, and notices yet another hare enter, waving at the two hares. He picks up his sword an sheaths it. He wipes his face with a towle and begins to walk over to Zoe

"Well, if'n ya've thought it out, I see no reason not t' honor the request. With Ewan... well. With Ewan gone, and that mothah o' his, I couldn't think o' bettah parents fer the lad. Permission granted, majah." She gives Rah a nod, and a pat to his shoulder.

Sorrel walks over to the two, completely forgetting how long she's been missing. "Ello colonel, Rahier, how are ye two?" She plops down next to them, and takes out a rag to begin polishing her blade(s)

Rahier grins, rather widely. :D "Thanks, Colonel." All smiles, he gives the doe a quick salute, before dropping his paw. Beam. Oh, but here's Sorrel. :S "Oh, ah, 'ello, there." :S

"Aye, no problem, lad, no problem." Zoe grins back at Rah, amused by his excitement. She then glances Sorrel's way, arching a brow. "Hullo." Wasn't she missing for a bit..?

Wyat walks up to Zoe, stands at attention, and gives a salute. He's not sure what he's going to say, but he wants it to be impressive. "Ma'am, My name is Wyat, and I am ready for any mission possible." Stupid! Of course she knows your name! She recruited you!

Speaking of recruiting... Dart peers into the Training Room gathering, not entirely sure why there are two Colonels, two Majors, and a group of anonymous hares although she does recognise a few of them. Curious violet eyes steady on the Long Patrol officers and soldiers within, ears perked and ready for any particular notes of interest.

Rahier gives Sorrel the odd-look mixed with the grin, which looks rather odd. Eh heh. But now we're getting swarmed. -.- Rahier grins at Zoe once more, utters another 'thankee', before skittering back to the entrance. ;p

After not moving for a while, Jarril stays where he's sitting, whether he's asleep or not is unknown but regardless the buck keeps to himself for the time being.  One of his ears flicking about now and again.

Zoe_Lang watches Rahier's exit with a small chuckle. She then turns to Wyat at his greeting, and.. returns the salute. "G'day, fightah. Well, if'n ya'd like some duties, yer welcome t' help out at the quarry. The sign-up sheet's jus' there." She leaves the 'name' thing go.

Wyat cocks his head slightly. "What exactly is being done at the quarry?" He querries.

Torin almost runs into Rahier on his way into the training room. He spins around, glaring at the older buck's back, as though it were his fault, before continuing into the crowded room. He halts for a moment, glancing around the room. Seeing the beginnings of a crowd the young buck makes his way over. Upon seeing Zoe in the midst however, he turns around and quickly heads the other way, keeping his head down.

"Well.. guardin', fer one, and quarry work. Stone-workin', 'n' such." Zoe gives a small shrug. "You'd be shown what t' do, a'course."

Wyat peers at the parchment for a moment. He then looks around for a quill and quickly signs his name. Before he can go back to chatting with Zoe, He is challenged to a contest of the sword and he accepts.

Dart says, "Aye, no problem, lad, no problem." Zoe grins back at Rah, amused by his excitement. She then glances Sorrel's way, arching a brow. "Hullo." Wasn't she missing for a bit..?"

Sorrel still presses ra for an answer "What was that face for?"

Sorrel turns to Zoe. "Ello Colonel."

Opning his eye, Jarril yawns and gets up.  Padding over to one of the fighting mats, the major smiles and nods to those who are busy in their training and moves onto a empty one.  Stretching slightly, the major begins to do some loosening up exercises, still minding his own business from the crowd hanging about around the entrance to the room.

Hey, it's that weird buck from the Dorm Hallway! Dart blinks at Torin, scanning the room first before entering. Noticing his preference to keep a low profile, the haremaid silently pads after him, glancing sidelong at the Colonel.

Spying an empty spot on the fighting mat next to Jarril, Torin shuffles over, keeping his head down. He flops down heavily, leaning back on his elbows sticking his legs straight out. A quick acknowledging nod is tossed in Jarril's direction before ignoring him altogether. Sighing audibly the buck cracks his neck before letting himself fall back flat on his back on the mat. He closes his eyes and lays still, as though dead, breathing deeply.

Jarril stops what he's doing and blinks at Torin for a moment, a look of confusion on the major's face soon begins to show signs of getting a tad bit annoyed.  Stamping his foot down, the major looks down at Torin and coughs.  "Quite comfortable down there, eh laddo?"  Placing his paws behind his back as he leans down and looks at the non moving buck.

Jarril snapping his head up to the approaching Sorrel, the major blinks and flicks his ears about slightly.  "Pardon?"  Straightening up and staring at Sorrel.  "And what happened ta courteous of calling me, sah?"

Torin opens one eye lazily, followed by the other, to stare up at the officer. "Why yes, actually." he replies without respect, before letting his eyelids fall shut again. He remains where he is, as Sorrel approaches.

Sorrel stops, oops written all over her face. "Er, sorry, sah."

Jarril nods his head.  "Good, don't forget that either."  Turning his attention to Torin now, the major shakes his head.  "Right, up right this instant ta attention.  This isn't some bally well dorm ta sleep in, wot!"

Watching the scene progress from where she stands, not far from Jarril and Torin, Dart sighs and changes her directing towards the practice swords rack. Idly selecting one and testing its weight and balance, she exchanges it for another and then another after that, the structure obviously not appealing to her.

Sorrel's attention is drawn to her sword again, as she polishes the blads, and handel, and checks the linking.

Torin snorts, but rises to a sitting position opening his eyes all the way. "Why of course, sah." he says, a mocking grin playing about his features. He slowly pulls himself up on his footpaws and pads off the mat, stretching as though he couldn't care either way.

Not dropping the interruption, Jarril makes to follow Torin, clearly not amused by the way he has been treated and passes the buck before blocking his way again.  "Name, rank and I also want ya commanding officer name as well."

Torin stops as his path is blocked, rolling his eyes. "Torin, Runnah, an' Majah Rahier." Noting the Officer badges on the buck's tunic standing in front of him he adds a "Sah." for good measure. His tone, however is indifferent to the situation and hardly contains the desired respect. The buck moves to go around Jarril.

An ear to the Major and Runner, and a set of eyes on the sword in her paw, Dart frowns, waving it experimentally and then shaking her head. She tosses it back onto the rack and continues on to select another one.

Sorrel shakes her head as she watches JArril, and gets up, trotting over to Dart. "Hey."

Dart turns at Sorrel's greeting before exiting the Training Room, and returns it with a curt nod. This recruiting business takes a lot of thinking. Another practice sword clatters against the rack. Apparently she's having some difficulty selecting one she possibly could like. Which is rather strange considering where these wasters are coming from.

Moving to the side so that the major is blocking Torin's way, he gives a frown and speaks very slowly and with a hint of a warning.  "Listen, I don't care how ya act with major Rahier but I do demand respect from a runner, not the attitude ya are giving at this moment.  Do ya understand?"

Torin glares as the older buck steps in his way again. "I understand, sah," he replies sourly, but without the prior tone of disrespect. He stands waiting to be dismissed, staring moodily past the Major.

Jarril stares at Torin back with even more angry mood hidden behind his eye.  "I still be having words with ya major about ya attitude, now get out of my sight."  The major moving to the side and pointing to the door.  "If ya ever do that ta me again and speak in a disrespectful way, I have ya so in front of a colonel ya feet won't touch the floor, got that?"

Torin grimaces, making brief eye contact with the Major but doesn't respond verbally. Slowly and purposefully he makes his way toward the door, rolling his eyes once his back is to Jarril.

Jarril watches Torin leave with a visible frown on his features, noticing only now that his paws had clenched into fists, the major relaxes them and shakes his head, muttering to himself as he decided that doing his workout now is way out of the question and makes his way back to where he left a scroll on a bench.