03:07 PM
 

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.

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.

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.

Flaxpaw room-pages, "she's not listening as well as one woulf hope, just catching key phrases, it seems. ;p".

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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                  Visible Exits:
[M]ain [H]all                         [K]itchens
[Out]

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"

Western Shore
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A sea of sand surrounds the magnificent mountain now to your side. The golden sand is flat and hard, easy to walk on. You stand directly between the volcano and the sea. The refreshing sea spray tickles your face as a tropical wind from off the sea whisks it in your direction. The serene roar of the blue-green waves and perhaps the call of a distant gull are typically all that can be heard.
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Exits: [W]estern [S]ide of the [M]ountain, [Sh]allows, [U]pshore, [D]ownshore

Wet sand harbors the sharp points of broken shells and skeletons of small fish, the pieces just peeping out of the surface of the sand as well as small treasures, pretty stones and beautiful shells.

A bit later on, Jarril is standing just in the shallows of the sea and looking outwards, paws clasped behind his back in thought.

Flaxpaw has wandered outside, wouldn't go as far as the shallows, but she sees a hare she knows out there, and can't resist talking to him. she approaches slowly, scuffing a bit to get his attention.

Jarril turns his head around and smiles.  "Ah, hello there.  Come closer, I ain't going ta bite, ya know."

Flaxpaw smiles quietly. " 'course you're not goin to bite." she comes to stand next to you, and looks over. "nice day to be out here, isn't it?"

Jarril nods his head.  "Aye, so hangover gone or ya still got a headache."

Flaxpaw grins a little self-conciously. "it's almost gone. looked pretty stupid, didn't I?"

Jarril grins.  "Well, it wasn't my reputation being ruined but ya could say that.  I wouldn't worry about it though, most will forget in a season or so anyways, something else will capture their minds."

Flaxpaw shifts a little closer. "was talkin about wot you thought. don't care wot the rest of the mountain thinks."

Jarril hmms and looks back out to where the sea is.  "I see, does my opinion matter that much then?"

Flaxpaw looks down. "yes, sah." she hesitates. "that is, um...." she sighs.

Jarril twitches an ear.  "That is what?"  He turns around slightly and looks at you.  "Well, I said it didn't change anything and besides I also said I forgot what happened so there's no damage."

Flaxpaw blushes a little, knows she's said more than she'd like to him. "Glad to hear that, sah...Jarril. um...why 'm I goin to the abbey? if you don't mind my askin?

Jarril replies back.  "It will do ya some good not ta mention sort out this hesitation from ya as well or is it just there when ya around me, hmm?"  The major turning his head and looking Flax in the eye.  "The rumours are right aren't they?"  He doesn't say exactly what though.

Flaxpaw looks confused. "rumors, sah? an no, I-I don't think I hesitate around anyone, sah.. at least..." she darts a glace your direction.

Jarril nods.  "Uh huh.  Well, ya stuttering now."  He smiles.  "So when are we going ta the blushing stage?"

Flaxpaw turns bright red at that. "sah? d-don't know wot you mean." looks everywhere else.

Jarril chuckles.  "Ya don't?  Hmmm, I must have things wrong then, so tell me why ya went out ta drink yesterday, must've been a reason for it?"

Flaxpaw looks panicked. "I..um..'s not-not...uh.." she falls silent, looking down "d-don't think I should tell you, sah."

Jarril looks away again.  "I see, then how can ya not stop repeating the problem yesterday, even after signing a form that could very much ruin ya career if ya do something like that again.  Sometimes its best ta get things out in the open, doncha know."

Flaxpaw's voice goes soft. "I won't do it again, couldn't do it again, not after the way you..." she shuts her eyes and stops. "wot rumours were you talkin about, sah? wot d'you think I need to get out in the open?"

Jarril shrugs.  "Well, I don't know for sure.  But okay."  He coughs.  "All this mooning and wondering where I am all the time, so yeah I am asking what ya need ta get out into the open."

Flaxpaw looks over at you, ears drooping, then back down. "d-didn't mean you to, um, to know that, sah. I-I know 'm just a stupid recruit to you." she looks about to cry.

Jarril grins and turns around to face you.  "Well, it was pretty hard for me not ta notice, part of my job as a tracker as well, wot."  He shakes his head and speaks softly.  "Why would you think I look at ya as a stupid recruit, ya made some mistakes I made but that doesn't make ya stupid."

Flaxpaw looks over, a question in her eyes. "but, I'm still just a recruit to you,aren't I?" she blinks a little, blushing again.

Jarril stays quiet briefly.  "Ah, so now I know all.  At the moment I admit that I do but I've only known on duty time with ya and as such I will always deal with ya on that sort of level on duty."  Pausing again he turns around.  "But as for off duty, who knows what may happen."

Flaxpaw looks out to the sea, trying to work ou tif he just said what she thinks he said. " 'course, on duty, you /are/ majah. but...." looks confused. "you don't mind? um, off-duty?" she gets flustered, and stops.

Jarril nods his head.  "Aye that's it."

Flaxpaw looks down, then back to you, small grin on her muzzle. "I-I hear there are nice palces for a picnic 'round here, sah?" she looks away quickly.

Jarril nods.  "Flax, we just had breakfast a short while ago."  Chuckling he stretches a bit.  "Well, maybe another time, I've got ta get back ta work and all."

Flaxpaw nods, and heads back toward the mountain. "just tell me when, um, Jarril."

Jarril nods and ponders why someone would want to know him, that and future problems with Harper being the same age.  Coughing slightly.  "Aye I will."  He walks off with some thoughts to go in his head.