03:46 PM

Another busy day for Major Jarril as he makes his way into the infirmary with one of the recruits who has a slight graze on the right arm.  Seeing one of the hares in the room coming towards him, he coughs.  "He hit himself with his own sling.  Don't think it's broken though, just grazed."  Leaving the young hare who looks to be one who had only joined the recruit ranks very recently, Jarril just stands there being quiet.

Ender is in the back of the infirmary, an ever-present watching eye, enjoying the stream of beasts in and out, getting bits and pieces of who they are, what happened, etc.  It isn't fully unenjoyable, but not exactly the most fun he's had in a while.  The rabbit has removed the bandaging holding his mouth shut, applied by Jakk, and toys with it in his paws.

The door opens with a sounds of clattering plates. Flax ducks in carrying a tray with a mug of tea and a few plates of food from the kitchen. She begins to walk to Ender's cot, then notices Jarril, and stops, saluting. "G'mornin, sah." waiting before she continues on with her tray, as much at attention as possible while balancing the stupid thing.

Jarril blinks at Flaxpaw and nods his head.  "G'morning recruit.  Carry on."  He watches Flaxpaw get on with her duties and puts on a thoughtful expression on his face which he quickly loses.

Flaxpaw carries the tray over to Ender's bed and sets it down, then pulls a stool nearby, watching Ender play with the bandage. "g'mornin, mister Ender, brought more tea." she offers the mug.

Ender doesn't pay much attention to Flax, the hare seems to always be bearing food.  Trying to fatten him for the kill?  Instead, the rabbit looks at Jarril, not having seen him for a while, that he can remember.  Isn't that the cousin Zoe was fuming about?  He coughs loudly, cleariing his throat.  "Ergh."  This is addressed to Flax.

Jarril looks back at Ender when he notices the rabbit look at him and then turns his head away as he makes his way over to the young hare that's being dealt with having his arm bandaged up.

Flaxpaw sets the tea back down, "'s there if you want it, sah." She watches the major, looking hesitant, then half-stands, sits, and stands again. " 'scuse me a sec, sah, need to ask the majah somethin." she starts to go over to him, very slowly, then hesitates, looking at Ender, "not sure I should, sah, looks busy..."

Ender purses his lips.  Does.  Not that they're all bad.  This sets him on yet another whirling thought path before he's brought back to reality.  "Since when do you, erm, call me sir, eh?  Go on, ask 'im."  The rabbit isn't sure this is good advice...but...fights are fun.  So is embarassment.

Jarril nods his head as he listens to the healer talk and smiles at the young recruit.  "Right, off ya go and be more careful.  Perhaps training more than sneaking down ta the cellar for a drink may be in order, wot."  Seeing the young hare look a bit shocked the major pats him on the shoulder.  "Been tried before lad, we find out a lot of things us officah's.  Go on."  Watching the bandaged up hare leave the room, Jarril just smiles shaking his head before turning to the healer, speaking quietly.  "Don't say anything but I got up ta just the same amount of trouble when I was that age."

Flaxpaw's ears twitch, can't quite make out what he said, but sounded like.... nah. She smiles back at Ender, right, sah, I will." She approaches the major, and stands a little to the side, waiting to be noticed.

The hair on Jarril's body gets that slight standing up sensation as he slowly realises that someone is standing near him that he didn't realise that someone had came up.  Turning his head around he gives a slight cough at Flaxpaw.  "Er, yes.  What is it?"

Flaxpaw snaps to attention, stuttering a little bit. "well, sah, just, um, well. Was wonderin, sah, that is- majah Darklett said yesterday that if you're attacked by two opponants at once you c'n really only hold 'em off 'til you get help, least , us recruits, sah, but, um, wot happens if there is no help, sah?" she shuffles, not the way she planned that to come out, was intending to ask something clever and impress him.

Jarril blinks slightly at Flaxpaw's question and doesn't answer for a moment.  "Well, let's see."  He crosses his arms about his chest but one paw moves up to give his whiskers a stroke with his paw.  "Now let's think about this, what would ya do in such a situation?"  Ah, the usual ask a question to a question from the Major.

Flaxpaw looks thoughtful. "well, sah..... suppose I'd try to, um, get rid of the weaker one first, sah?" don't say run in front of the major, whatever you do, don't say you'd run away. Brave, that's our Flax.

Jarril shakes his head slightly.  "I see that ya haven't learnt then from the last encounter."  He smiles as he carries on speaking.  "This may sound insulting ta a fightah but there isn't anything wrong in trying ta escape if the fight is beyond ya.  I am all for duty and all Flaxpaw but foolhardy isn't one of them."

The door is quietly pushed open and Greg pokes his head into the room, looking around he spots Flax and the Major without much of a problem.

Flaxpaw considers this, and nods. "yes, sah. /You/ would run, sah?" Still struggling a bit, then nods. "thank you, sah. " She glances at Greg as he enters, turning a little pink.

Jarril grins and pads forwards a bit.  "Well, that's what I would do but think on this.  Ya can go in a big way but sometimes running is fine.  Especially if ya got information that needs ta get back.  Depends on the situation or how insane ya are."  The major gives a nod to Gregorian as well.

Gregorian doesn't notice Flax's pinkness as he makes his way out of the doorway and actually into the room, a nod going back to the doe and he throws a short salute at Jarril "Mornin'"

Flaxpaw smiles, realxing a little bit. "yes, sah. seems I always run, sah, just didn't think I should." she shuffles a little. "mornin, Greg."

Jarril nods as he gives a salute back to Greg and carries on talking.  "Well, not always, it depends on the situation.  I wouldn't run if it was two attackers and it was only me and some defenceless creature behind me that couldn't fight."  Pausing briefly.  "Like I said, depends on the situation, ya get better with that with practise."

Gregorian glances to Ender briefly but with him asleep he looks back to officer and recruit, ears perking a little as he listens in, work out what they're on about before he does anything else.

Flaxpaw nods slowly, and shuffles a little more, looking down. " 'bout that practice, sah. um, I'd like to go back out on patrol, sah. that is, when I'm ready, sah. when you say I can, sah. after the beach, you , know, sah, know I won't be for a while."

Jarril grins at Flaxpaw.  "Wot?  Oh I forgot all about that, move on and all.  That's what my cousin says anyways.  I put ya down on the next patrah into the village.  Besides I have some business ta attend ta back there anyways, friend ta see and all."

Gregorian glances between them, not got a good reason to interrupt and say anything yet though.

Flaxpaw grins. "yes, sah, thank you." she grins over at Greg, then turns back to the major. "Never actually made it to the village, sah, but I hear there's a badger there?"

Jarril nods his head as something pops into his head.  "Yeah, that there is..."  He coughs.  "Anyways, I just remembered that the young recruits have finished training, I best get down for the higher archery training."

Ender jerks awake, his head fuzzy from the short nap.  He eyes the assembled beasts, a couple extra ones there by now.  The rabbit recognizes most of them, and snorts, running a paw under his nose, to let them know he's awake.  When this doesn't work, he clears his throat.

Gregorian glances towards the door, he's fairly certain he at least should be in that class, the sound of Ender clearing his throat though distracts him and he looks round to the rabbit.

Jarril begins to head towards the door nonetheless.  Being late for a class he's supposed to run wouldn't go down well, even though it would give some hares something to talk about later on in the day.

Salamandastron: Caverns - Archery Range
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As the training room cannot fit a truly adequate, large enough archery range, this large room, down in the caverns of the mountain, has been converted into one. It, in itself, is rather cavernous, and is more long than it is wide. The furthest wall from the entrance is lined with archery targets, at least a ten, and they are each separated by a few feet. Along the closest wall to the door, barrels are placed, containing arrows as well as bows, to practice with. Further, the walls are lined with torches, though the ones behind the archery targets are protected by metal grates, of a sort. The room is relatively well lit, and is usually a moderate temperature.
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[C]averns

Making his way into the very loud room, Jarril gives a cough and gets the room to fall into silence.  "Afternoon."  The major gives a nod to those within his patrol and of course those from within his recruit division.  "Now I don't want any mistakes like I had this morning with the young lot.  I take it that ya all know not ta hit yaselves with a sling, yes?"

Making his way into the very loud room, Jarril gives a cough and gets the room to fall into silence.  "Afternoon."  The major gives a nod to those within his patrol and of course those from within his recruit division.  "Now I don't want any mistakes like I had this morning with the young lot.  I take it that ya all know not ta hit yaselves with a sling, yes?"  *repose*

Flaxpaw slips in to the back of the room with Greg in time to catch the last bit, and snickers a little bit, then looks attentive.

Jarril carries on talking.  "Now we have some recruits with us taday as they need some more practise of which this is the final practise before they end up taking their archery exam.  Point ta note that for a day this place will be off limits while those tests will be carried out.  Now if ya can all go and take ya places."

Gregorian follows Flax in and looks to the major, quietly going to move to stand in amongst the other recruits and listen before they all move to split up into their places.

Harper is standing amongst a group of the older recruits, and up until the point that Jarril enters and silences him, he was involved in a seemingly heated conversation. The effect of Jarril's interruption is to leave Harper without apparently quite a lot to say, and his mouth open to say it, and then... nothing at all. "... Uh!" Grr, argh. With a frustrated sigh, he turns around along with the others to regard the Major.

Flaxpaw looks around, and then goes and stands a near Harper's group, looking like her nerves ahve not been improved by the major's remarks about the upcoming tests.

One of Jarril's patrol hares, a fighter enters the cavern and coughs handing over a scroll.  Talking quietly to the hare, the major smiles and nods his head.  Seeing the fighter salute and head off out of the room again, he turns his attention to the scroll and unravels it.  Muttering to himself as he reads he rolls it back up and coughs.  "Ya attention please, this will interest ya lot."  He waits until all hares are looking to face him and at attention.

Gregorian watches the patrol hare come and go and looks a little curious at the scroll, attention on the major though when he speaks.

Harper does his best to focus on what the major's saying, though there are still heated whispers from behind him amongst the group he was in. They are silenced at least somewhat by his newest announcement, as well as an elbow from Harper. Heh, hehe.

Flaxpaw has been paying attention to the major all along, but comes to full attention, straightening up when he calls for it, eyes flickering to the scoll, also curious.

Jarril slowly holds up a scroll.  "By ordah of the colonels I am authorised ta state that the lockdown is now lifted immediately.  Therefore requests for leave passes is now open, so see me if ya want ta apply for one.  Those who aren't a recruit, ya can leave when ya want ta."

Gregorian's ears perk and a smile sneaks it's way in, excellent, he has plans of what to do soon as he can get out, not to mention mountain won't be as busy, things are looking good, he glances to some of the other recruits that give a more excitable reaction than him.

The reaction from Harper's lot is almost instantaneous. A great shouts go up, with Harper contributing at least a grin. He looks around at the cavorting bucks, shaking his head in amusement. It's amazing what word of freedom can do to one's mood.

Flaxpaw cheers with most of the others, commenting to anyone listening. "that means we c'n go to the spring festival." and pulling the latest issue of Life at Sala, all crinkled at this point, out of a pocket... then she considers a bit whether or not she's glad to be able to go to Halyard more freely, lots of questions there and she suspects she won't like the answers.  That sobers her, and she quiets down, looking around.

Jarril coughs and holds up a paw.  "However, those who are causing trouble or on report at this moment are still banned until their punishments are finished.  Also, I expect much better results from ya training."  He begins to walk along the cavern now.  "And finally..."  He pauses.  "I won't tolerate any bullying, disrespecting ordahs or going above my head anymore.  I won't have any qualms in putting the lockdown back on for ya lot."  Slipping the scroll behind his back.  "Now let's get the practise started shall we."

Gregorian looks towards the ceiling for a moment, going through everything...nope, he can't remember anyone ever telling him he was on report, smiling still.

Harper looks around with slightly widened eyes. As always, when mention of others in trouble is made, he gives in to the urge to look around to see if anyone's face gives away their guilt. Mostly he just sees other curious faces looking back, and so he reutrns his attention to Jarril.

Flaxpaw shuffles, major /did/ say to move on, but she definitely has been in quite a bit of trouble, well, she'll give it a try and see. She gets ready for the practise, sure that she'll be a bit better this time than her normal passing-but-just-barely performance.

Jarril goes and walks to where the table is as he places the scroll down onto it and nods at the hare sitting there.  Turning around he coughs.  "Ya can begin."

Gregorian is in a better mood than he has been in a little while, little distracted by himself and so stands there for a second or two longer than the other recruits, shaking his head to clear it before he starts paying attention again, quickly getting ready.

At the order, Taye is quick to move forward, picking up a bow and arrows and moving along 'til he reaches the first empty target not already taken by one of the other recruits.

Flaxpaw settles i front of a target, notches an arrow, draws it back and releases, watching the arrow. at least it hit the target, maybe a bit on the high side, but it did hit. she smiles.

Harper doesn't immediately start practicing. Instead, he turns, resting his bow-tip on the ground while he watches the two recruits nearest him. Their aim is impressive, every arrow striking within the first two rings of the target. Every now and then, one crosses paths, thunking an arrow into the other target. Harper smirks.

Of course there is always one that has to try and be the first.  While Jarril is walking down the line, one of the recruits asks for a pass before they had even fired off an shaft.  Shaking his head, Jarril replies back.  "First training, then other matters.  Ya can be last in line though."  Moving on, he nods his head to some of the results of the first shafts hitting the targets.

Gregorian takes a moment or two to aim before he fires his first arrow which lands not far from the edge of the target, he gets faster though with the next two arrows and they get progressively closer to the middle of the target as he concentrates more.

Harper's leaning on the bow becomes a little heavier until, his attention elsewhere, the bow bends and then slips, coming out from under him. The buck's arms flail but to no avail and he stumbles to the ground, breaking his fall painfully with an outstretched paw. Wincing, he sits back, gripping his wrist with the opposite paw. "... /Idiot/," he mutters to himself, bringing laughter from the bucks he was watching previously.

Gregorian pauses with an arrow still on the string when Harper falls over not far away, a brow raises "Alrigh' there?" he calls over the sound of the laughing though not yet moving over.

Jarril is passing by and gives a frown to the other bucks.  "Oh I am sure glad ya think it's funny.  Here's something ta laugh about.  No weekend pass for ya lot, maybe listening ta what I had ta say next time will get through."  Turning his head to where Harper is.  "Right, ya able ta carry on or not?"

Harper's cheeks flush first at the laughter, and then at Jarril's words as he steps in. The two bucks send 'subtle' glares his way as he stands, stepping back with a paw still rubbing his wrist. He looks over to Gregorian and nods his reply "... I'm fine," he replies, ducking to pick up his bow.

Jarril notices the glares and glares back.  "Right, ya two with me now."  Turning around he marches over to where the desk is and nods for the other hare to move out of the seat before sitting down.  Waiting for the two hares to reach him, Jarril begins to give them a lecture.

Gregorian glances once to those who were laughing before he gives a nod back to Harper and looks back to his target, aim and shoot another arrow.

With the two now gone from their targets, Harper move down a couple 'til he's next to Gregorian's. He nods to the other recruit before drawing his own arrow. He tries to keep his face neutral, despite the twinging in his wrist. His teeth grit, and the arrow flies... off its mark. It strikes the wall behind and above the target harmlessly. Grumble-mutter.

Gregorian looks at Harper out the corner of his eye when the other recruit takes up the spot next to him, eyes end up looking at the place the other hare's arrow hits then "Wrist alrigh'?"

Jarril leans back in the chair and shakes his head.  "Right, I ain't having this, not in my class so ya both have ta choices.  Either ya ta knock it off or else."  Giving a look from one to the other he carries on. "Since having a pass taken away from ya hasn't knocked it into ya heads I am going to try something new.  Ya will stop this feud right now or."  The major stops and writes something down in a book.  "Will the threat of being assigned ta library duties after ya pass or perhaps being assigned ta the kitchens."  Pausing for a moment.  "Don't mess with me, I can bally well come up with worse.  This is the Long Patrah, a place where hares trust each other in times of need.  If ya two can't sort out this difference then ya have no place within this patrah.  Now get back ta training."

Harper gives a firm nod, his ears splaying back as Jarril's words are carried to him. His shoulder slump with a small sigh and he glances to Gregorian. "Yeah. It's fine. I'm just not looking forward to what those two'll say later, ya know?" He shakes his head, drawing another arrow. Pulling bowstring and arrow back, he takes aim and lets it go. This one finds its mark a bit better.

When the two step back up to the range, they make a point of choosing two targets on the opposite end from where Harper and Gregorian stand. Neither looks their way.

Gregorian twists an ear back towards Jarril and raises a brow before frowning slightly and taking another shot at his target "If they got any sense should keep quiet, sounds like they're in enough trouble already"

Jarril is about to get up when two of his larger hares from his patrol come in and head straight to him with a salute.  "Sah."  One of them speaks.  "Ya needed up in the infirmary...."  Their voice gets lost in the noise of the training for a moment.  "...got injured by a attack with a few seagulls north from here.  Apparantely he interrupted them feeding on a...."  The voice goes again but the look on Jarril's face says it all.  Swallowing slightly.  "Ya sure?"  He see's them nod their head.  "Hmm, I best come up and listen ta the report in person."  Getting up he calls out.  "Class dismissed, anyone wanting ta stay and carry on practising can do so."  Turning to one of his fighters.  "Stay here and look after any that decide to stay.  You with me."  Without saying another word, he heads off with the larger hare.