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==Davendrall and Anneliese show the newcomer Sir Charion the ropes - <i>Chapter 2</i>==
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==Davendrall kidnaps Anneliese and meets Judge Athena - <i>Chapter 2</i>==
  
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Davendrall approached Charion Orgauth estate.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Barnabas, Yuma the scribe and Nibal the scout had reached Barad Lacrinth and come up to the entrance of a brothel Davendrall had recently bought in the slum just outside the walls. Barnabas looked around to check no one was watching, and entered the brothel, still holding the swag bag with the 'Anne' rabbit in. Upon entering the brothel, Barnabas opened the sack, so just Anne's head could fit out the top, and gagged her. He then took a knife cut two holes in the bottom of the sack so she could put her legs through to walk and a hole in the back for her tail to fit out.
  
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"Come on Banana Bus you big wimp!"
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The trio led the 'Anne' person up the stairs, past the rooms of whores with their customers, to a common looking office at the end. The room was small, with a single desk and bookcase in the corner. On the side of the bookcase a label could be seen saying 'property of Xaphan'. Barnabas went over the bookcase, and lowered one of the books. The bookcase immediately creaked open like a door and they went through.
  
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"This crate is very heavy!"
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"Welcome to the offices of the Cute Cookie Corporation." Barnabas announced proudly
  
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Davendrall turned around and looked at Barnabas who was holding a very large, heavy crate of Leprechaun Wine. Davendrall on the other hand was holding a simple, light, rope
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Inside there was a large room. There were rows upon rows of cages, and in each cage there was an office desk. The desks ranged from being four inches tall to an entire ft. Sitting at every desk there was a rabbit. And in each rabbits little furry paw, was a pencil.
  
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"Wuss! Now...this is the right place right? I wonder if Anne is here yet"
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"We're training them to write. It's taking time but there getting there. But for you however, we have a very special task" Barnabas explained, leading the gagged 'Anne' person through the desks to the end of the room.
  
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Davendrall strode up to the front door of Charion Orgauth's estate and knocked
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Barnabas pressed a hidden button on the wall, and a wall panel moved aside to reveal a door. Through a very small gap between the wall and the door frame, a servant could be seen standing in a narrow slot, holding a wall panel. Barnabas knocked politely one the door
  
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"Is this the estate of Charion Orgauth? I am Davendrall Felhand, I was invited here to get drunk, eat lots of cookies and show a young man the ropes"
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"Come in Banana Bus" Davendrall shouted.
  
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Davendrell twisted the rope in her hands and grinned very very evilly
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Barnabas un-gagged the 'Anne' person. He opened the door and led Anne, who was still covered in a sack, into a large, luxurious office. There was a desk immediately in front of them, with a high backed chair facing away. The chair swivelled around to reveal Davendrall, sitting with her legs crossed in the chair. In one hand she held a large glass of Leprechaun Wine, and in the other she stroked a white, fluffy cat.
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"We meet again, Miss Rabbit! MWHAHAHAHA!"
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |I feel ridiculous. She guessed that they had made her wear the bag because they didn't want her to be able to use hands, but frankly, she'd rather they just tie her hands behind her back.
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"I don't see why I have to be here. I'm your scribe, not your bodyguard." Her arms were crossed protectively over her chest, as if she expected to be attacked at any moment.
 
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"Which means you don't look so out of place as a guard would - it would be suspicious to have a guard hanging around me, if I were to pretend I trusted Davendrall." Anne said, as she handed the reins of her horse to a stable-hand, though first making sure she had removed the rope coiled around the saddle.
 
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"I don't think she expects trust, just cookies."
 
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They walked out of the stable just in time to catch the sight of the cookies being unloaded from a wagon. "I hope Sir Charion has a table big enough for all that..."
 
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"And is it really necessary to wear all that armor?"
 
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"Have you ever seen me in public without some form of armor?" It wasn't as if she was wearing full plate-mail, or even chainmail; it was just enough leather to cover the vital areas (with the exception of her head; she wasn't wearing a helmet). It probably wouldn't help very much in actual combat, but going without out any armor made her feel far too vulernable.
 
  
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"No." The scribe admitted.
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She wasn't entirely sure where she was, but some of the noises she heard through the walls gave her ideas. She tried not to shudder, lest they think that some sign of weakness. As they led her through the building, she made note of all the secret doors and passage ways. She'd have to remember that, in case she wanted to escape later.
  
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Anne had also made certain that she wore a sturdy belt, so her pants could not be stolen. Or pulled down. She had her sword with her, which had been cleaned of blood and returned to her not long after she came back to her troop. It probably wouldn't see much use, but, like her armor, she felt uncomfortable without it.
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Once they reached the last room, she was surprised at how clean and well-decorated it was. She would've have thought Davendrall would have chosen something more... tavern-like.
  
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"Though I do wish I had brought Honey," She said, referring to her hawk. "Perhaps I could have her peck Da-"
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Disgusting. The noble woman spat at the floor after the gag was removed. "You could have at least used a clean rag."
  
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The scribe kicked her and pointed to Davendrall, who was standing some ten feet away.
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Anneliese snorted as 'Dave' made yet another comment implying that she was a rabbit. She stared at her with obvious displeasure, hoping that she could somehow make Dave's head fall off if she stared hard enough.
  
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"Ow, you-" She started to glare at her scribe, then spotted Davendrall, "Oh! Hello Dave!" She walked closer, "I see we both brought the rope..."
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After a few minutes of this, she finally said, "What exactly do you hope to accomplish by kidnapping me and dragging me all the way out here?"
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | A short and grumpy man, less than half of the size of the estate's impressive doors appeared and examined the arriving guests with an air of pure disgust and bitterness that would kill them if it could. He barely had any hair and barely looked human, some would say he looked more like a gnome from legends. And a very ugly and old one. With barely any hair, and a long dirty beard. He then mumbled for a while and only a few words could be heard.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Davendrall glared hard at the "Anne" rabbit, a deep frown set on her face. She flung her cat of her lap. It went "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" as it went flying across the room and scurried out a nearby catflap
  
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"Stupid younglings...more young fools...bunch of retards...drunken baboons...stupid master...young Orgauth keeps bad company...probably some peasant whores...stupid stupid stupid...uncouth savages..." and more mumbling
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"I still don't see the point of having a catflap on the second floor" Said Yuma the scribe
  
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Then he finally came back to himself and said in a tone of cruel disdain in his rough and sinister voice.
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"Well YumYum, cats always land on their feet"
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"Aww yes thats how the young master calls himself huh!" "Come in ohhh noble guests" and then muttered in a very low voice "low nobility wenches...not nearly as noble as the Orgauth..."
 
  
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Davendrall strode over to the "Anne" rabbit, until she stood right in front of her. They both glared at each other for a minute, neither blinking. Then Davendrall smiled wildly
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"AIN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST IKKLE RABBIT EVER!" Davendrall squealed, and began to pet the "Anne" person obsessively
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | "Hi Anne! You brought the cookies right? Lots of cookies!...hey" Davendrall said turning to the little weird man "I heard that! Looks like you want a taste of the ropes too" She said grinning evilly.
 
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Anne caught up just in time to see the old man hung from a chandler in the entrance hall, by his underwear. He wore nothing else and his hands were tied by some rope
 
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"I'm afraid I used my rope Anne." Davendrall said looking up at the old man "We'll have to use yours for Charion...speaking of which...where is he?"
 
 
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Anne nodded, "Of course!"
 
  
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Her scribe started to sneak off, and out the corner of her eye, Anne spotted her, "Cathy! Come on!"
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Anne immediately bristled at being touched.
  
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Grumbling, her scribe joined her in the estate.
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She felt the urge to run, but also realized it was a largely pointless endeavor, because there wasn't an exit that wasn't blocked, with the possible exceptions of the cat flap and she was fairly sure she couldn't fit through that.
  
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Noticing the man hanging from chandelier, Anne commented, "Sir Charion sure has odd tastes... I mean, a live man hanging from the ceiling... Couldn't he at least do the decent thing and kill him first?" She had been too far away to notice the comments the man had made on their status.
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It wasn't something she had thought she would ever think before, but she longed for the comforting barrier of a cage.
  
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Servants entered, carrying boxes of cookies, "Where should we put this, Dame?"
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"Get away from me!" She backed away, "I'm not cute, and I'm not a rabbit! I am a human noble that commands a troop! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU FILTHY DRUNKARD OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
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"I don't know... is there a table somewhere?
 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Aww the giant rabbit thinks she's people! How cute! Aww da poor ikkle rabbit getting angry. Want a carrot?" Davendrall took a carrot from her pocket, offering it to the "Anne" person
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"Have I ever told you how must I love you Anne. You can always...you know...put them..." Davendrall opened her mouth and motioned that the cookies should be put there.
 
 
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Anne stared at her frank gesture, and tried not to show her amusement, "You can't fit the whole box in there... although you're welcome to try, I suppose."
 
  
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She turned to the servants, "Just set 'em down somewhere. Stick around, we may want them moved somewhere else, provided Davendrall doesn't eat them all at once."
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She took a deep breath, and managed to quell her rage. "No, thank you, I am not hungry."
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Another moment passed. "Now, you said you wanted me for some reason? What is it? Surely you would not go to all the trouble of dragging me just to call me a rabbit and give me a carrot?"
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"NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!"
 
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Anneliese slowly edged away from Davendrall, "I hope she doesn't get sick..." She whispered to her scribe.
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | "Pfft! No amount of cookies could ever make Davendrall Felhand sick! So...where is our host...well I suppose he doesn't know where here since his butler never came back...shall we go find him?"
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Ah yes! Down to business. As you well know I am owner of the Cute Cookie Corporation. We deal with making and selling of leprechaun wine and cookies, we own a large chain of brothels, and several...other things...that I can't mention"
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"I didn't see a butler, but surely the screaming of that man hanging from the ceiling would have alerted him by now - I mean that thing is quite loud. I assume that is what he uses to alert him to visitors."
 
  
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She checked once to make sure she had everything, including the rope, and then nodded, "Sure. If he can't get a normal butler like the rest of us, I suppose we might as well surprise him..." Anne grinned very wide, and whispered something to Davendrall.
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''"...and tie him up, take all his cookies and drink all his wine."''
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"Anyway, I would like to expand my business. So what I did, is I stole...I mean bought some rabbits...and...and I gave them all a pencil...and...and...Ima teach them how to write...and...and...there gonna write a newspaper for me! I know, genius isn't it
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But as your the giantist rabbit around, you get to be head reporter.
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Said a young and commanding yet beautiful voice, the hanged old man nodded getting slightly more calm now that his master had arrived. Strangely he closed his eyes as if expecting something bad, and as if that wasn't the first time something like that happened.
 
  
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A young man entered the hall in large and flamboyant steps. Beautiful like a prince, strong as a veteran warrior. Tall and impressive with his long blue and white robes and a majestic sky blue cloak. He also wore a good number of golden rings with some jewels. His hair was short and light brown. His body muscular and thin.
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You will work 9 till 5 Monday till Fridays. You will have a carrot break at 12, and you will be paid 3 cookies a day.
  
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He approached the hanging old man, and cut the rope in single fast move with a richly adorned dagger. Ferel fell to the ground with a sickening noise of bones hitting the floor. He then mumbled some more, kneeled, kissed his lord's sapphire ring and left the room still mumbling.
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Or alternatively, I can put you in that cage up there"
  
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The young Orgauth then turned to the ladies and smiled brightly with perfectly aligned and bright white teeth.
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Davendrall grinned evilly as they both looked up, seeing a large cage suspended from the celling. With a giant fox in it
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"Ohh my beloved guests, I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting, but I was training in the backyard. A paladin must be always ready to face evil don't you agree?" Not waiting for an answer he just sat and clapped his hands, and a number of previously unseen servants walked in and served food and drinks.
 
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She spoke in mid cookie munch.
 
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"Omnom...well...nomyom...thats all a...nom...flashy..." Davendrall finished her cookie and beckoned over Barnabas who still had the crate of wine
 
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"Charion, Anne, would you like some Leprechaun Wine, this is my finist personally stock. Im sure you'll find it most pleasing Charion." Davendrall grinned
 
 
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Anne stopped her whispering as Sir Charion appeared. She blinked at his appearance, then stared. Her eyebrow started to arch upward. Before she could stop herself, she said: "I'm a woman, and even I don't wear that much jewelry." What she didn't mention was that she never wore jewelry at all, despite her gender, so the comparison was not quite as valid as it seemed. "How could you possibly train in all that?"
 
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The mention of Leprechaun wine made her forget the subject. She looked tempted, but declined: "No, I think I shall instead have the amusement of watching you two get drunk... though, I'm sure you're already drunk, Dave."
 
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Davendrall grinned at Anne "Dear Anne, you know me well, but are you sure? Not even a small glass?" Davendrall turned back to Charion and leaned towards Anne to whisper:
 
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<i>"You're right...do you reckon he's showing off?"</i>
 
 
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From all her private drinking, Anne had started to build a tolerance to the hallucinogenic effects, and thus was not as susceptible to it as she had first been. However, she did not want to test it now. "Perhaps later..."
 
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After a pause, she leaned over and whispered back, "I can't think of any other reason to wear jewelry, unless it has some personal significance. Still, I don't imagine he'd be wearing it while training. Which means he must have been doing something else in all that time."
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Charion blinked for a while confused with Anne's question, he wasn't wearing much jewelry, just the old relics of the family left by his ancestors to him. The question seemed strange, he wondered if her family didn't leave any trinkets to her, or if she just didn't like using them for some bizarre reason but he was distracted by Davendrall and smiled brightly once more.
 
  
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"Certainly my lady, I'd love to try some of your wine, I already bought some but didnt get the chance to check it yet."
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"Just because you think I am a giant rabbit, doesn't mean I would be any good at this sort of thing. Besides, what exactly does a head reporter do? And why a newspaper, of all things?"
  
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He then looked to his jewels again still puzzled, trying to figure out how they could be too many when they were actually half of what he wore sometimes.
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The mention of a 'break' and being required to work all week made it sound suspiciously like she was going to be stuck here while she worked. "Do you intend to keep me here all the time? My troops is stationed back in Lyton, and it would be awfully suspicious if I wasn't there..."
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She looked up for a moment, but chose to ignore the fox in the cage.
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Anne smiled, amused at his confusion, and decided to answer the unspoken question, "Jewelry screams: 'Kill me and loot my corpse!' to all enemy warriors and soldiers. It's not a good idea to go out like that in a battle. Or even while training, for it may affect your grip on the sword."
 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Well someone needs to report on the activities of the Norlanders, so I am creating the Muninn Newsrag! And as a head reporter you will be required to go out and about, finding stories and interviewing people, etc...or you can stay in the cage with Madog...i mean...the fox...
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"People...People...People...we didn't come here to discus when is or isn't the right time to wear jewelry...lets not forget the real reason we came here; To eat loads of cookies and drink lots of wine!"
 
  
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Davendrall then poured three glasses of wine, ignoring Annes refusual, and passed them both a glass.
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So," Davendrall took a very thick contract of her desk
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"If you'll just sign here, here and here" Davendrall said pointing at three points on the back page
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"Soldiers will do some strange things to gain more wealth. For example..." She then goes on to describe, with horrid detail, the process of cutting off fingers to get at rings on corpses. One might think that she hadn't just watched it happen, she'd done it herself. "Of course, that only happens if you get unlucky and die. If you get captured, someone may still attempt to relieve you of your money and jewelry... if it isn't a soldier, it's probably an enemy judge."
 
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Anne looks disappointed at Davendrall's interruption. "You're no fun, Dave." She carefully sets the glass of wine down, atop a stack of cookies-boxes.
 
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"Hey, Dave, d'you want to try this new cookie the baker introduced me to?" She gave Davendrall a cookie and grinned, "It's a special, mystery cookie!" She knew herself that the cookie was terrible. The chunks in the cookie that resembled chocolate were actually a very burned, soot-encrusted meat. "You're welcome to try, too, Sir Charion." The prank was intended for Davendrall, but she didn't want him to feel left out.
 
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"Ooooooh speckle cookie!" Davendrall squealed taking the cookie and smiling. She bit into it, and began munching... "YYYYYuuuck!" She screamed as she spat out the disgusting cookie...all over Anne
 
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"You tricked me! You tricked me with cookies" She screamed before running over to the corner and began crying a lot "I was trying to be nice...snif...an...an...an civil...but...but...but...you ruined everything! The...the...cookie...you gave me a bad cookie...snif...MY LIFE IS OVER!"
 
 
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Anne wiped the bits of cookie off her clothing.
 
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"You know I was joking, Daveity! If I knew you'd react like that, I wouldn'a done it!" Then, she hugged Davendrall, and gave her a good, normal cookie.
 
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"Oh, c'mon! Don't cry!" It didn't seem to be working very well. She sighed. She'd probably regret this later, but if she wouldn't quit, it had to be done. She leaned over and whispered something in Davendrall's ear, though the only thing that could be heard to anyone else in the room was: "...please forgive me?"
 
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In a louder voice, she said, "Besides! We need to show Sir Charion the ropes! So, y'know... he can be a better knight..." She grinned.
 
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Davendrall stopped crying and looked up at Anneliese.
 
  
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"Its...a nice cookie? A real one? No nasty stuff?" She sniffled, drying her eyes and taking the cookie.
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She really didn't have a choice about it. "I guess..."
  
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Davendrall took a cautious nibble. "MMM..."
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"But I hope you do realize that I have no idea what I am doing. You'd be better off with a scribe."
  
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Satisfied to gobbled down the rest. "Yay!" She said hugging Anne back.
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She stared down at the stack of papers. "Wait, what exactly does this sa- Oh, nevermind." She simply signed the papers.
  
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"So...how do we show Charion the rope, turning, like Anne, to grin evilly at him.
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"Can I go now?" She looked expectant.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Charion heard Anneliese's tales of the soldiers greed with a expression disgust but kept that in mind for the future. Not exactly the kind of things he liked to hear but ohh well...
 
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He then watched the following scene with a expression of amusement and disbelief. They were probably insane but he had seen worse and this was so much fun, he couldn't resist.
 
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He then smiled as if waiting for them to return and wondered about Davendrall's slightly disturbing grin.
 
 
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Davendrall whispered to Anne.
 
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"So...how do you want to 'teach the young man the ropes'?"
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"AHAHAHA! Got you! You didn't read the fine print!" Davendrall grinned at her, showing a clause in the contract and reading it out
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"Hmm..." Now, that would be difficult. How do they get close enough to him to tie him down without facing a long struggle? She began to whisper, "I say we wait until he's good and drunk... and hallucinating, and then we tie him up. Or I suppose I could 'accidentally' knock him over, and sit on him while you tie his hands." Because of her height, Anneliese probably weighed more than Davendrall did. "Or a little bit of both. We could wait until he's drunk, then knock him over."
 
  
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"As for what we do to him afterward - well, I have plenty of ideas for that." She almost began to list them all, but stopped herself. Anne glanced at Charion for a moment, then looked back at Davendrall, grinning.
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"I, Anneliese Van Dell, here by state myself to be full property of Davendrall Felhand and legally admit to being a rabbit
  
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In her normal voice, she said: "Now, Dame Davendrall, let's get back to drinking - I think I shall have a little bit of your leprechaun wine."
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MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! Got ya now!"
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Charion couldn't hear them from that distrance but he was pretty sure they were talking about him and the looks on their faces made him look at them suspiciously raising a brow. Still he kept smiling and reached for a cup of Leprechaun Wine bringing it towards his lips and then savouring the delicious taste slowly...he then paused for a moment as if waiting for the effects...and them drunk the full cup in a single fast movement and immediately started filling it up again.
 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"I knew you'd do something like that. Which is why I must say that I am still, despite the clause you made me sign, not a rabbit."
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Anneliese watched Sir Charion down the wine, trying to hide a smile. "Looks like he's already ahead of us - we don't need to do any convincing to get him to drink!"
 
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It wouldn't be long until he started hallucinating.
 
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She walked out of the corner, and picked up the glass of wine she had placed on the box of cookies earlier. Unlike Charion, she took her time drinking, and when she had set it down again, it was nowhere near empty.
 
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A familiar, pleasant sensation came over her as the hallucinations started. Behind the knight, tiny soldiers riding hawks were picking off squirrels riding tiny horses. Angry, chittering squirrels waved their swords and jumped at the hawks, to no avail.
 
  
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"So," She said, ignoring the noisy battle occurring behind Charion, "What do you think of the wine?"
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"Contracts made under duress are not legally binding." She noisily stuck her tongue out.
 
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"Mwhahahaha! Thats it! Drink it! Drink it all" Davendrall exclaimed, handing Charion another large bottle of leprechaun wine
 
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Turning to Anne Davendrall began whispering...
 
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<i>..."So...how do we convince a man to tie himself up, and what do we do with a drunken tied up man?"</i>
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Charion reached for more of the wine as Davendrall watched and drank all of it without losing any time on futile things like pausing to breathe. After finishing it he smiled and cleaned his lips. He then looked to Anneliese to answer her question and for the first time noticed the effects.
 
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To her right there was a male angel with pale white skin, black robes and wings, with the upper half of a human skull over his face. On her left a beautiful female angel, with golden skin, long blue hair, white robes and a silvery carnival mask over her face.
 
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They both stared at Charion as if waiting for him to speak to one or both of them. The dark angel carried a halberd and the other a sword.
 
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Charion watched the scene in disbelief and kept trying to tell himself he was hallucinating but before long, hosts of dark angels were clashing with light angels just over the table and he lost all sign of lucidity.
 
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He charged them both, spilling their blood over the walls (or so he thought), they felt the two figures were pressing him to choose a side. Instead he attacked both and kept fighting until they were all gone. Then he passed out for some hours.
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Ah I think you'll find it is. My lawyer says it is. And my lawyer is here to witness it! HEHEHEHE!"
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Anne was just about to answer Dave's whisper, when Charion started attacking something that wasn't there. His attacks were coming dangerous close to both of them. She dragged Davendrall and herself out of the way, back into the cornor.
 
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"Charion! Charion! It's not real!" She tried to catch his attention, but he seemed too focused on the battle to hear her. After a moment or two, she quit trying and decided to let him tire himself out.
 
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After he passed out, she nudged him with her boot. "He solved that problem for us - looks like he'll be out for a while. It shouldn't be too hard to tie him up now."
 
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"As for what we do with him - I suggest we steal all his wine, take all his cookies..." She paused, "...pour honey in his hair and tie him to a tree! What d'you think?" It felt as if she was forgetting something important, however.
 
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"He must have had some interesting hallucinations. And a great idea Anneliese...although, I think it should be a bit more public. I reckon we strip him and tie him to a post in the main square of Barad Lacirith, in the early morning before anyone is about and cover him in honey, then throw rice over him...then...then steal all his wine...and and cookies...and and" Davendrall grew more and more excited while thinking of lots of different things to do
 
 
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"Some place in Barad Lacirith? That doesn't sound like a bad idea... although, we're a bit far away from there - we're in Saradic now - and by the time we got there, he might wake up." She paused, and glanced down at his still prone form. "We'll have to take his cookies and wine before we leave."
 
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The mention of leaving him there naked made her grimace. "Let's keep him clothed, or at least keep his underwear on... leaving him naked out there sounds almost too cruel." In actuality, she just didn't want to see the man naked. It was nothing personal; she didn't want to see anyone else naked, either. "Besides, I bet honey in clothing will be very hard to get out."
 
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"And, instead of rice, how about feathers? I've got some from my hawk, although maybe not enough to cover him completely..."
 
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"Hmm...you did that to me before" Davendrall glares angrily "But yes...not a bad idea...Banana Bus!"
 
  
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"Yeah, well, I, uh- uh- I'm ignoring you now!"
  
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"Strip this man to his underwear and carry him to Hawthorne town square...thats close enough right? Anne, you get the honey and feathers...I...I will get the cookies and wine" Davendrall grinned really happily
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"I was in a cage! And you were taunting me! If anything, I should be angry at you."
 
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After a moment, she calmed down. "Hawethorne?" It was a bit too close to her estate for comfort. "I'll need to stop there by there anyway - I don't have enough feathers or honey with me, but I don't like the idea of putting him there. I think I liked your original idea better..." A pause. "If we kept him tied and didn't bring our troops with us, we might be able to get to Barad Lacirith before he wakes up - or at least before he realizes what's happening. If he wakes up we can hit him on the head with something and hope that knocks him out."
 
 
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"Ah yes! I have an excellent plan on what to do...but I will need to take my caravan"
 
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Davendrall gagged the unconscious man and tied his hands and his feet before Barnabas lifted him over his shoulder.
 
  
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"Okay, we go to your estate...then...to Barad Lacrith!"
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For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read [[Muninn Newsrag/Adventures_of_one_Drunk_and_her_Rabbit/RP3Ch3|Chapter 3]]
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Anne told the servants still standing around to move all the boxes of cookies back to the wagon.
 
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She paused, and then decided finish off the glass of wine. At this moment, Davendrall started whispering something to her. After she set the glass down on the floor Anne grinned, "...yes! That's the perfect idea! All's I'll have to do now is get the honey."
 
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"Now I just need to find that scribe while you get the wine and cookies, and then we can leave." She walked outside, and spotted the scribe standing just outside the door, looking as if she was afraid something horrible might happen to her at any moment. "No one died - there was no fighting, c'mon, we're going back to Hawthorne and then Barad Lacrith!"
 
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Latest revision as of 16:16, 9 August 2010

Davendrall kidnaps Anneliese and meets Judge Athena - Chapter 2

Roleplay from Davendrall
Barnabas, Yuma the scribe and Nibal the scout had reached Barad Lacrinth and come up to the entrance of a brothel Davendrall had recently bought in the slum just outside the walls. Barnabas looked around to check no one was watching, and entered the brothel, still holding the swag bag with the 'Anne' rabbit in. Upon entering the brothel, Barnabas opened the sack, so just Anne's head could fit out the top, and gagged her. He then took a knife cut two holes in the bottom of the sack so she could put her legs through to walk and a hole in the back for her tail to fit out.

The trio led the 'Anne' person up the stairs, past the rooms of whores with their customers, to a common looking office at the end. The room was small, with a single desk and bookcase in the corner. On the side of the bookcase a label could be seen saying 'property of Xaphan'. Barnabas went over the bookcase, and lowered one of the books. The bookcase immediately creaked open like a door and they went through.

"Welcome to the offices of the Cute Cookie Corporation." Barnabas announced proudly

Inside there was a large room. There were rows upon rows of cages, and in each cage there was an office desk. The desks ranged from being four inches tall to an entire ft. Sitting at every desk there was a rabbit. And in each rabbits little furry paw, was a pencil.

"We're training them to write. It's taking time but there getting there. But for you however, we have a very special task" Barnabas explained, leading the gagged 'Anne' person through the desks to the end of the room.

Barnabas pressed a hidden button on the wall, and a wall panel moved aside to reveal a door. Through a very small gap between the wall and the door frame, a servant could be seen standing in a narrow slot, holding a wall panel. Barnabas knocked politely one the door

"Come in Banana Bus" Davendrall shouted.

Barnabas un-gagged the 'Anne' person. He opened the door and led Anne, who was still covered in a sack, into a large, luxurious office. There was a desk immediately in front of them, with a high backed chair facing away. The chair swivelled around to reveal Davendrall, sitting with her legs crossed in the chair. In one hand she held a large glass of Leprechaun Wine, and in the other she stroked a white, fluffy cat.

"We meet again, Miss Rabbit! MWHAHAHAHA!"

Roleplay from Anneliese
I feel ridiculous. She guessed that they had made her wear the bag because they didn't want her to be able to use hands, but frankly, she'd rather they just tie her hands behind her back.

She wasn't entirely sure where she was, but some of the noises she heard through the walls gave her ideas. She tried not to shudder, lest they think that some sign of weakness. As they led her through the building, she made note of all the secret doors and passage ways. She'd have to remember that, in case she wanted to escape later.

Once they reached the last room, she was surprised at how clean and well-decorated it was. She would've have thought Davendrall would have chosen something more... tavern-like.

Disgusting. The noble woman spat at the floor after the gag was removed. "You could have at least used a clean rag."

Anneliese snorted as 'Dave' made yet another comment implying that she was a rabbit. She stared at her with obvious displeasure, hoping that she could somehow make Dave's head fall off if she stared hard enough.

After a few minutes of this, she finally said, "What exactly do you hope to accomplish by kidnapping me and dragging me all the way out here?"

Roleplay from Davendrall
Davendrall glared hard at the "Anne" rabbit, a deep frown set on her face. She flung her cat of her lap. It went "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" as it went flying across the room and scurried out a nearby catflap

"I still don't see the point of having a catflap on the second floor" Said Yuma the scribe

"Well YumYum, cats always land on their feet"

Davendrall strode over to the "Anne" rabbit, until she stood right in front of her. They both glared at each other for a minute, neither blinking. Then Davendrall smiled wildly

"AIN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST IKKLE RABBIT EVER!" Davendrall squealed, and began to pet the "Anne" person obsessively

Roleplay from Anneliese
"AUGH!"

Anne immediately bristled at being touched.

She felt the urge to run, but also realized it was a largely pointless endeavor, because there wasn't an exit that wasn't blocked, with the possible exceptions of the cat flap and she was fairly sure she couldn't fit through that.

It wasn't something she had thought she would ever think before, but she longed for the comforting barrier of a cage.

"Get away from me!" She backed away, "I'm not cute, and I'm not a rabbit! I am a human noble that commands a troop! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU FILTHY DRUNKARD OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Aww the giant rabbit thinks she's people! How cute! Aww da poor ikkle rabbit getting angry. Want a carrot?" Davendrall took a carrot from her pocket, offering it to the "Anne" person
Roleplay from Anneliese
Anne made incoherent, frustrated noises. She wanted so, so very much to punch her, or maybe bite her. Doing that, however, would likely have consequences.

She took a deep breath, and managed to quell her rage. "No, thank you, I am not hungry."

Another moment passed. "Now, you said you wanted me for some reason? What is it? Surely you would not go to all the trouble of dragging me just to call me a rabbit and give me a carrot?"

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Ah yes! Down to business. As you well know I am owner of the Cute Cookie Corporation. We deal with making and selling of leprechaun wine and cookies, we own a large chain of brothels, and several...other things...that I can't mention"

Davendrall shifted her eyes nervously

"Anyway, I would like to expand my business. So what I did, is I stole...I mean bought some rabbits...and...and I gave them all a pencil...and...and...Ima teach them how to write...and...and...there gonna write a newspaper for me! I know, genius isn't it

But as your the giantist rabbit around, you get to be head reporter.

You will work 9 till 5 Monday till Fridays. You will have a carrot break at 12, and you will be paid 3 cookies a day.

Or alternatively, I can put you in that cage up there"

Davendrall grinned evilly as they both looked up, seeing a large cage suspended from the celling. With a giant fox in it

Roleplay from Madog
The "Fox" in the cage was actually, Madog, this wasn't the first time someone had assumed he was a canine and it would surely not be the last he thought as he casually lapped up the water bowl, gnawing on the side till water poured from it.
Roleplay from Anneliese
That... actually didn't sound so bad, if a bit boring.

"Just because you think I am a giant rabbit, doesn't mean I would be any good at this sort of thing. Besides, what exactly does a head reporter do? And why a newspaper, of all things?"

The mention of a 'break' and being required to work all week made it sound suspiciously like she was going to be stuck here while she worked. "Do you intend to keep me here all the time? My troops is stationed back in Lyton, and it would be awfully suspicious if I wasn't there..."

She looked up for a moment, but chose to ignore the fox in the cage.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Well someone needs to report on the activities of the Norlanders, so I am creating the Muninn Newsrag! And as a head reporter you will be required to go out and about, finding stories and interviewing people, etc...or you can stay in the cage with Madog...i mean...the fox...

So," Davendrall took a very thick contract of her desk

"If you'll just sign here, here and here" Davendrall said pointing at three points on the back page

Roleplay from Anneliese
"..."

She really didn't have a choice about it. "I guess..."

"But I hope you do realize that I have no idea what I am doing. You'd be better off with a scribe."

She stared down at the stack of papers. "Wait, what exactly does this sa- Oh, nevermind." She simply signed the papers.

"Can I go now?" She looked expectant.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"AHAHAHA! Got you! You didn't read the fine print!" Davendrall grinned at her, showing a clause in the contract and reading it out

"I, Anneliese Van Dell, here by state myself to be full property of Davendrall Felhand and legally admit to being a rabbit

MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! Got ya now!"

Roleplay from Anneliese
"I knew you'd do something like that. Which is why I must say that I am still, despite the clause you made me sign, not a rabbit."

"Contracts made under duress are not legally binding." She noisily stuck her tongue out.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Ah I think you'll find it is. My lawyer says it is. And my lawyer is here to witness it! HEHEHEHE!"

Davendrall noisily stuck her tongue out back

Roleplay from Anneliese
"..."

"Yeah, well, I, uh- uh- I'm ignoring you now!"

She crossed her arms and turned her back on Davendrall.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Well now your just being immature Anne!" Davendrall put her thumb on her nose and made a rude noise at Anne.

Then they both turned towards the door, hearing some noises coming from the outside...

For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 3

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