08:13 PM

Gotta find Taye... Darklett figures the hare would be practicing archery, so he heads into the range to find the runner. When he enters, though, he doesn't find the hare he was looking for; instead he finds Jarril. "Hey, Major," he greets the other dully. "Seen Taye around?"

With a loud crack, the wooden target snaps in half as a pebble slams into it before clacking onto the floor a few feet away.  Looking at the target, the hare slowly places another pebble into the sling and blinks, shaking his head.  "Not seen him since he made that request."  He moves his head back to the next target and begins to swing the pebble about.  "What ya need him for?"

Placing his paws behind his back and staying his ground where he is, Darklett shrugs. "Just need to talk to him about a few things. Thank you for approving the switch, by the way. Taye was pretty excited about maybe switching, I'm glad he came over to my patrol; he'll fit nicely."

Jarril doesn't look at Darklett but he's frowning nonetheless.  "He fitted in nicely in my patrol, majah.  Anyone else ya been looking at that ya want?"  With another throw, a loud crack hits another target spot on.

Darklett's brow furrows downward at this, the major shaking his head with a sigh, murmuring quietly, but still loud enough to hear. "...Well, I guess I should have known better than to think you did somethin' out of kindness. If you haven't seen Taye, I'll be going now."

Jarril whirls around to face Dark, frowning heavily as he snarls.  "I don't want ta hear ya say that evah again.  I let him go as I knew that he be happier with ya than he would with me, even though I disagree with it.  But that doesn't mean that I don't like it."  Looking away he pauses and turns around fully, speaking quietly.  "He was like a son ta me...  I'd do anything for him but.."

Darklett sways backwards, just slightly at the major's angry demeanor as he confronts him, the hare looking a little surprised at first to see this from Jarril, but his face straightens to a look of non-amusement soon enough. "Well, I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not. It was his decision, after all, not mine."

Jarril nods.  "I know that, just the way he did it...."  The major walks over to where the targets are and bends down to pick up the pebbles.  Slipping them into his pouch he mutters something quietly before getting back up.  "But I suppose he get more action with a majah that's young and un-damaged than sticking with me anyways."  He pauses.  "Ya know he told me that it would've been easier if I retired.  Been hearing that a lot lately since I've been on sick most of the time.  So what ya want him for?  Hope ya not planning on attacking Van again...?"

Darklett stands still, following the other major's movements with his head rather than his body. "Didn't have a really solid runner on my patrol, Jarril. And since Taye and myself work well together, he seemed like a good choice." Straight-faced, he continues watching Jarril. "You shouldn't retire until you're ready. I still think you're quite capable." It is a compliment, but the way he says is is hardly flattering.

"I'm staying off Vansinnig until I see him messing around with harmless beasts or the Long Patrol again. I've been coming up with a plan to go get the hostages..."

Jarril frowns.  "Well thank ya for that one."  He stops and smiles.  "Coming up?  I handed in a plan ta the colonels a day after arriving from the village.  They're considering it."  The hare walks back and mutters.  "I heard the rumours about that nothing is being organised but things are in motion, just a matter of time before some action is announced."

Darklett stiffens at the news, the dark-furred buck's right paw slowly clenching up. "Is that right?" he asks, fighting off angry feelings. The paw unclenches. "I hadn't heard anything. I guess you'll be in charge of going in and getting them, then?" After the spike of anger, he starts looking crestfallen, while obviously still trying to stay nonchalant. "Guess you should be the one assigned..."

Jarril blinks.  "My, so ya are really for the power thing then?"  He idles wraps his sling up as he shakes his head.  "I said I put in a request of a plan that I had, not sure who the colonels will put in charge.  But there is a runnah of mine that I want back majah, nothing more, nothing less.  Hence I got a plan in right away."  He smiles.  "Why, planning on something unofficial then?  Not good if ya wish ta keep that promotion ya know?"  He looks at the clench paw.  "So, ya going ta hit me now?"

Darklett is pretty much silenced by the major, staring dumbly at Jarril for a few seconds after shaking his head. "No, I don't plan on hitting you. No reason to." He takes a step back as if to leave, then thinks better and checks himself. "I was working on the plan before telling the Colonels... Hesitated, I guess," he admits with a tightening of his jaw, a break of eye contact.

Jarril has no emotion on his facial features as he replies back, though his voice sounds tired.  "Look, ta be frank, I don't care for the politics of this place anymore.  Ya got something from me, I ended up getting something in before ya.  I don't even know if we're still friends or not anymore but if this is going ta get in the way, I'll step back.  I am more inclined though in getting back our comrades as much as ya patrol is."

Darklett shakes his head. "Don't think we were ever friends, Jarril. Looked like it sometimes, but I don't think so. And with all due respect, I'm pretty sure Taye wouldn't like being talked about as something I took from you, Major. You got the plan in, you can take care of things, and if you're in charge, I'll follow you in if you choose me to come along. That's where it stands, and that's all. No politics involved."

Jarril nods.  "Aye well.  That's what I thought."  He begins to walk away from Darklett now but stops.  Not looking at the major he says quietly.  "I apologise about Taye.  And I won't let me choosing the right team get in the way even though we weren't friends either, probably my fault like many thigns are."  Saying nothing more he makes his way outwards.
 

"Good. Wouldn't have it any other way, Major," Darklett says quite impersonally as he watches the major pass him, turning his body towards the door as he walks by. After he exits, the hare's fist clenches again, and he punches the air, shaking his head and cursing softly to himself, following a good many paces behind.