Muninn Newsrag/Adventures of one Drunk and her Rabbit/RP1Ch2
It all begins with some wine, some kidnapping and a squirrel- Chapter 2
| Roleplay from Kurohyou | |
| ~hears the sounds of yipping from a squirrel to a noble. Kurohyou performed a face/palm, knowing full well who it was. He goes over, takes the leash around Xaphan and hog ties him. Once completed, he drags him back to Aja.~
"Need I remind you the ways of old you runt" ~gives an evil glare and then points Xaphan in the direction of a nearby waterfall.~ | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
| "Hey! Kuro! That is MY squirrel! And MY leash! You come back here at once!"
Davendrall ran after the unexpected Kuro, screaming a war cry. Then from a sheath on her belt she pulled Xaphans old tap, whacking Kuro across the head with it. As he fell to the ground Davendrall took hold of Xaphans leash. "Thats it! Back in the cage for you!" Davendrall picked up Xaphan by the scruff of the neck and threw him, mangle and all, into a large cage with a small bowl of food and water and a litter tray. "Now you will stay in there!" | |
| Roleplay from Kurohyou | |
| *whacked over the head, Kuro fell to the ground for a few moments. Kurohyou woke up and found that Davendrall was walking away with Xaphan. Rubbing his head, he looked to Davendrall, and without a moments notice, threw two of his kunai daggers at Daven's trouser straps.*
"I'll commend you for taking advantage of my lowered guard, but woman or not...you deserve the same treatment as the rest of those that whack me....the humiliation of having your trouser's cut down!! ♪muahahahahahaha♪ " | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
| Xaphan was safely locked in a cage, sniffing at the litter tray with mild disgust, content with his investigation he began burying the mangle.
Davendrall on the other hand, was less... fortunate... or... well less... dignified... or... uh... less... she was just less. A pair of poorly balanced kunai tore through her trouser straps (she coulda sworn she was wearing a belt... and a dress...) Dropping her trousers mid stride, she fell, face first arse waving in the air. Her underwear was bright pink. It had little red hearts and cookies on. Quickly regaining her composure Davendrall scurried to redress herself tying her damaged belt in a knot. "You call those knives?! THIS IS A KNIFE" Davendrall shouted with a flurry, tearing something from her waist. But what she had teared, was not a knife, it was in fact... her belt. Doooown went her trousers... Again. | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
| At first, after catching sight of a Lord and a Dame fighting over squirrel, Ann's face held only one emotion, best described as: What the hell is going on here?
Then, after a while it dawned on her, Oh! The Norlanders. That explains it. She tried to keep herself quiet and just watch; nothing good could possibly come of interfering, but found that, though she could keep herself from snickering when the dame's trousers fell down, she could not contain her laughter when they fell down a second time. "Yes, that is certainly a knife," Ann said, snickering as she emerged from behind a tree, "It must be quite sharp to hold your pants up like that." That was the sort of comment that was probably going to get her killed, but what the hell, she only lived once, and it would be nice to get into a fight again. There was only so much training and courtier work she could take before she wanted to set her hair on fire. She raised an eyebrow at the dame's choice of underwear, "Truly, you must be the most feared warrior in all of Norland and Tara." Ann made no move to help her, instead she made her way to the cage. "Wild animals should not be kept in cages as pets," She said, opening the door of the cage to let the squirrel free. "They should be hunted down, preferably by hounds or a trained falcon." | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
| Davendrall turned around, after pulling her trousers up, to face this curious 'Anne' person
"You dare mock me?! First you laugh and insult me? Then you try to steal my squirrel? And, then, what do you do? Try and kill him?! And worst of all, worst of all, you insult my underwear!" Fury welled up inside her. Davendrall went for this "Anne" person, running straight to her, pulling a knife from her mostly broken belt. "You will pay!" Davendrall went for her stomach, stabbing deep. But this "Anne" person just burst out laughing. She looked down. Realizing, what she was holding to this "Anne" persons stomach, was a spoon. | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
| The spoon was just icing on the cake. "I-" She started, but could not stop laughing long enough to finish her sentence, "do not intend to to-" She paused, in between bouts of laughter, "kill your squirrel. I don't have my hawk with me."
She managed to quell her laughter, at least long enough to add another sentence, "Seriously, a spoon? Why would you have that-" More laughter, "strapped to your belt?" She was laughing so hard she was starting to cry, and her throat was starting to hurt. She placed her hand over her mouth and then over her chest. Ann stood, for a moment, panting, as she caught her breath. "If you're going to hit me with that spoon, I suggest knocking me upside the head. That would have slightly better success." | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
| "This is not just any spoon, this is a Swiss army spoon! No women should ever leave house without one. It has a spoon on it! And an even bigger spoon! And a spork!"
Davendrall looked at her spoon, then shrugged, looking bored, and tossed the spoon behind her "Owie!" Shouted Mick the Slasher Mugurk who had mysteriously appeared behind them, who was consequently knocked out, onto the floor. "Now, down to business." Davendrall pulled from her belt a large bottle of Leprechaun Wine and a glass, pouring some wine into the cup "Wine?" Davendrall held out the cup looking expectantly at this "Anne" person. | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
| "You just threw away your spoon that no woman should leave home without."
Ann peered behind the other woman, "And it hit somebody. Was that guy there before? Is he okay?" Turning her attention to the wine and glass, she narrowed her eyes. Normally, Ann was all for free wine, but something about offering wine right after attacking a person made her suspicious. She hesitantly took the cup, and sniffed it. Visions of cavalier soldiers riding bovines danced in her eyes briefly. She frowned. This must be a trick. She held the glass away, and said, "Why should I drink your wine, when, just a moment ago, you were trying to kill me? How do I know this is not some special poison-wine you carry around to give to your enemies?" She grinned, "You drink it first. Then I will." | |
For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 3
