People involved: Darklett and Terrance

Salamandastron: Corridor to Dormitories
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After a short distance from the Second Level intersection, the passage widens out to a rectangular hallway in which six or seven hares could walk abreast. Placed at regular intervals are the doors to the dormitories. The doors are staggered so that a torch burns across the hall from every cherry wood door.
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Terrance is in route to his dorm, wiping his brow with a sweat rag around his neck. Looks like he's just finished up with a little boxing practice. Looking up, he notices his pathway is blocked however, by who else then Tom, Flatpaw, and two more Tom's lackey hares that are the same size to Terr, big. The young recruit frowns as he halts, the two lackeys walking behind him to enclose the little circle they have around him. "'Allo there Tom, Flatpaw. Nice battle this weekend wasn't it?" heh heh. Tom doesn't seem too amused, "Ya jus' got lucky on Saturday, runt. Not ta mention ya had a sword an' shield ta 'elp ya out. Not going ta get that 'ere though, runt." Tom pushes Terr into one of the hares behind him and the four of them laugh as they start to shove between them.

Yawwwwn. Lieutenant Darklett Fletchpaw stretches, padding out of his dorm down the leaders corridor wearing some comfortable looking pajamas. He's got a mug of something in his paw, and that something's got steam coming from it... Probably a hot cup of cider or tea. Wiping his eyes with his free paw, he steps into the main corridor, and looks at the ruckus. "Hm." He takes a sip of his drink, and sets it on the floor, against the wall where it won't get kicked over. "A-hem.-" Yeah, he's an officer-- but, as he's uniformless, the bullies won't even be able to tell unless they recognize him as one.

Bullies they may be but they've been around long enough to recognize a fighter officer. The four of them look towards Darklett and then come to attention against the wall. Terrance stumbles a few steps before regaining his balance but is still slightly dizzy, so when he looks form the bullies to Darklett, it takes him a few moments to come to attention himself, although he looks a little wabbley still.

Darklett's lips curl downwards in a frown, and his eyes narrow quantitatively over the bullies, and Terrance. Taking slow, calculated steps towards the five, he places his paws behind his back, and stops just before them, head turning from left to right as he studies the faces of the four bigger hares. "Names."

Each of them spouts off their names "Tom sah." "Flatpaw sah." "Twignose sah." "Taggert sah."

Darklett frowns, as if he's even more disgusted by their names. "Hmph. Flatpaw... More like Flathead." He paces before the four, paws still folded behind his back. "So, got any explanation for why you were shoving this young lad around?" His paw moves towards Terrance.

Silence. The four of them squirm a little from the pressure. Terrance is steady on his feet now, ears perked up and his eyes are smiling at the moment. "Just playing around with Recruit Terrance sah" Tom finally says. "For his good job in the mock battle." Flatpaw adds, which gets a quick glare from Tom.

Silence. The four of them squirm a little from the pressure. Terrance is steady on his feet now, ears perked up and his eyes are smiling at the moment. "Just playing around with Recruit Terrance sah" Tom finally says. "For his good job in the mock battle." Flatpaw adds, which gets a quick glare from Tom. (re)

"Playing around, eh?" Darklett scans Tom's face, his eyes going to the side when Flatpaw speaks, but quickly returning to Tom once he's done. "Looked like you were bullying him to me. However, I can't be too sure. So, my eyes are on all four of you. If I see you so much as cast a bad glance at this lad, or any recruit for that matter..." He trails off, letting the four hares' minds fill in the rest.

Terrance almost breaks his bearing and smiles but quickly recovers. Tom replies with a "Yes sah. Understood." The other three mutter a yes sir as well.

Darklett casts his gaze quickly on all four of them again, looking at the three besides Tom. "What was that? I'm not sure I heard correctly."

"Yes sah!" The three others say, sounding off proper this time.

Darklett nods to all four, and mutters out a disapproving "Dismissed." But, he sticks out a paw to rest on Terrance's shoulder, his head still staying up to watch the four bigger hares leave. "Not you."

Terrance's ears droop a little as he's not released, uh-oh. This could not be good. The other four take their cue and leave, Tom glancing back quickly at Terr but then looks back as he sees Dark still watching. The hall is now only occupied by Dark and Terr.

Darklett waits until the four others are definitely out of ear and eye range, then he looks down at Terrance. "They're bullies, aren't they?" Without waiting for an answer, he continues, "If you can, stick with friends while you're around the mountain. Sometimes bullies can get out of control, and really hurt other beasts. You don't need to fight them back-- They're a lot bigger than you. One thing fighter trainees should learn is how to tell what battles are worth fighting, and this one isn't." He looks down the hallway again. "I will keep an eye on them. Keep up your training, recruit."

Terrance nods, "Yes sah." The corners of his mouth move slightly in a small smile but he quickly returns, "Thank you sah."

Darklett smirks down at the trainee, and moves his paw off his shoulder, giving him a nod. "Dismissed, as well, recruit." At that, he takes a few steps backward, turns, and heads for his mug, then, after picking it up, for the stairs to do whatever it was he was going to do before he was interrupted.

Terrance nods and gives a salute before the lt. walks off and then head back to his own dorm, checking around the corner to make sure the infamous four aren't waiting for him. Not spotting anyone, he moves on to his room.