Redwall Isn't Safe Anymore! (Is Redwall as Safe as they Say it is? Part Two)

[Ashleg]

OOC-
We can multitask like we've been doing, just less action here and more antics at the Abbey.
IC-
Roscoe smirked and cast a glance at Charm.
"Really, all I did was lie about a cake an' get chased out. Judge me how you want to, but let's be honest here." He snaked his way over to Charm until they were practically touching, and whispered so only she could hear, "I'm kind of ineffective."

[Hickory]

OOC: Okay, give me the locations of everyone in the Abbey. I don't want to have Ava talk to Grant at the doorway when he's really in Great Hall.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Grant's in his room with Bracklew and Petu, Duncan's in the Great Hall helping set the table, Fang is...somewhere, and Rapshade's locked up again.

[Hickory]

OOC: Alright, thanks. *tries to think of something for Rusk or Ava to do*

[LT Sandpaw]

"Would I?" Petu scoffed his long ears standing straight up. "Yes sir I would, my mum always told me I'd make a jolly good chef. And I'd like to meet rabbit that doesn't know his way around a kitchen. Hares to the table rabbits to the ovens I always say. I'll go make myself useful. C'mon Brack." Pulling Bracklew along with him Petu made his way towards the kitchens waving to Grant as he left.

OOC: Last post for tonight. Have fun ya'll.

[Groddil]

Gukom shakily held his paw to Asher, holding the dagger.
"I-I-I have it, Asher. I took it off him when we were attacked..."
Charm snatched the dagger and handed it to Asher. She wrapped a rope around Roscoe's footpaws and bound his paws tightly behind his back.
"Okay, he ain't going anywhere fast."

[Ashleg]

Roscoe casually rolled his eyes, having long forgotten that he was crying just minutes ago.
"Why'd you want to see if I knew him, an' why does he need my dagger? It's not even that sharp. I'm not doin' anything, you know. The ropes are unnecessary. Y'know what? Methinks you all just like tyin' up vermin..."

[Groddil]

One-Ear kicked Roscoe roughly.
"YOUR dagger, is it? Why should 'ee give it back, so ye can stab us? I don't think so. You're lucky Asher thinks yer useful, or I'd 'ave t'be pretty thick to let you live right 'bout now."

[Ashleg]

"Owoww! What's with all the kickin' and shovin'? It actually is my dagger." Said Roscoe, falling into an awkward sitting position when One-Ear kicked him.
He glowered up at the fox, unable to rise again because of his bonds.
"An' I've never actually killed anybeast. I'm a thief, not a murderer."

[Groddil]

"Well, you won't need a knife to steal things, will you? Anyway, Asher, tell us the rest of your plan..."

OOC: I suggest we stop and wait for Sage.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe growled.
"You're right. I need a knife so creatures like you don't suddenly appear an' start kickin' me!"

OOC-
Don't forget Sand.

[Hickory]

Asher nodded to One-Ear. "Sure. Roscoe here is the ideal target for Muddle. He's already small - otherwise he couldn't get into the Abbey - and with some work we can make him even smaller."

He winked at the weasel as he threw the dagger up, spinning it twice before catching the blade neatly. Inspecting it, he noted the sharpness. "'E's right, the blade'll need some sharpenin'. It's a stiletto, too, quite a fine one. Probably stole it."

With lightening speed he slung the dagger as he had his dirk, shearing through Roscoe's cape and thudding into a tree trunk. Retrieving the blade, he tugged it out of the trunk easily. "The cape'll 'ave t'go, it's too fancy. We've got some old cloaks that'll conceal the blade easier.

"Well, yore watching me expectantly, so I better get to the point. Roscoe 'ere will act the humble traveler, tattered cloak pulled about 'im, dagger hidden. My team an' whoever One-Ear wants to work with will follow the weasel, and when Muddle finally attacks we'll swoop down, kill or capture 'im an' the stoat, and emerge victorious."

He looked at Roscoe. "Whether yore dead or alive."

[LT Sandpaw]

After sweeping up the remaining glass mess and helping carry Aver up to the infirmary the two young would be chefs found themselves a place amongst the busy workers and set to work. Petu and Bracklew began making what the rabbit called, 'Woodland Greater Pasty' while Friar Rusk occasional looked over their shoulders worriedly.

"Now we got everything? Mushrooms, carrots, Brussels, crystalized apple slices mm delicious, gravy, crust, chives, these little cubes."

"I'm fairly sure Sister Anila said they were diced potatoes." Bracklew said tugging at the collar of his tunic. His ears twitched slightly and he sweated in the warm hustle and bustle of the kitchen. Feeling uncomfortably out of place the squirrel tried to inch towards the door. "Yeah, you sure you know how to cook? Maybe if we just stay out on the wall tops and keep watch, let the professionals do their work..." Catching Bracklew before he could make a dash to the exit Petu pulled him back over the large mixing bowl where he was shamelessly mixing a concoction of sugar, hotroot pepper, and flour.

"Course I know how to cook, I whipped up that salad nice and pretty over there didn't I?"

"That was a salad, and all you did was mix lettuce and tomatoes together." Bracklew muttered quietly as Petu poured the spicy and sweet flour over the top of his vegetables and gravy.

"This mix will give the pasty a nice tang, now pass me the orange thingies will you." Petu said happily ignoring the salad comment. Bracklew passed over the orange peels with a sigh grudgingly resigning himself to suffer.

[Groddil]

Fangfang's door flung open. Stumbly marched irately to his bedside and, together with Max, she ripped the sheets from the bed.
"Faaaaaang! Wake uuuuuuuup!"

*****

One-Ear looked at Asher with a cold glare.
"Kill. Not capture. Feeding that thing and keeping it alive is a waste of our resources. Your team, along with Charm, will follow Roscoe into the woods. When those two creatures lie dead, take the weasel's blade and set 'im loose. I need to find out where that horde is."

[Ashleg]

Fangfang shrieked and practically flew out of bed, darting to the back of the room until he realized it was only the Dibbuns.
The rat grinned sheepishly and ran a paw over his ears.
"Max? Stumbly? Geez! Ye scared th' daylights outta me! How'd you get in 'ere anyway?"

Max winked at Stumbly and shifted paws.
"Heeheehee! Through ya window!" he fibbed.

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Duncan marched into the kitchens with a matter-of-fact look on his face.
"I'm done settin' the table, wot!" He halted over Petu's salad and peered down at it, taking a long sniff.
"......Petu, friend, that looks like a marvelous salad. You must be a professional..."

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Roscoe growled and shook his head.
"Heck no, I'm not gonna be the bait fer this 'master plan' of yours! What'd' ya take me for, stupid?!" The weasel bared his teeth. "Ruining my stuff an' kickin' at me while I'm tied up isn't gonna make me want t' do this. In fact, it doesn't even concern me what this alleged spikedog an' 'is stoat friend do." He bent his head and started gnawing through the ropes that bound his wrists.