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

[Hickory]

Asher shrugged, uncharacteristic of him. Motioning Charm forward, he explained what he could. "As far as I know, he's an insane creature who can see the future. The stoat's insane too, they were both at the Abbey until they escaped. They've been haunting the woodlands since the autumm."

Harnam made a leap and gracefully sailed over the stream. Turning around, he blocked Roscoe's way with his sword. "Really, weasel, you think that in the short time you were with us, that you'd've learned by now. Give up, and I won't harm you."

OOC: So, when will Muddle put in an appearence?

[Groddil]

OOC: Well, technically he already has. Next one is probably way later on, once the Vigil has been distracted by the horde, they return to camp, set another trap, Begskin dies, Muddle escapes, CURTAIN!

[Hickory]

OOC: Oh, so the Vigil will refocus on the horde then. Okee dokee. Back to the feast.

BIC:

Friar Rusk pawed the top of his head, staring at his white chef's hat now floating in the soup. He turned around to face the culprits. "Alright, which one of you did it? Petu, Duncan, confess! And where'd Bracklew go?"

[LT Sandpaw]

Grinning broadly Petu put on a air of innocence closing his eyes and letting his tall ears droop in a curious expression. "Whatever do you mean Friar Rusk? We were just here innocently and quietly creating our masterpiece. We definitely had no part in anything that you might be accusing us of."

~*~*~*~*~

"I'm hiding from Friar Rusk." Bracklew admitted watching Stumbly run away. "I sent his hat off into some soup, and decided to clear off before he noticed who it was." Bracklew flicked his tail slightly shaking his head before glancing at the white squirrel, his eyes went slightly blank as memories flicked though his head. Days with Mixy roaming the many corridors of Redwall, their games and tricks they got up too.

~*~*~*~*~

"Ah alright. Well if you need anything later just come tell me." Rayne watched Drubble scurry off a bemused expression on her face. Shrugging she strolled back over to check on Aver.

[Groddil]

Drubble thumped heavily on the door to Rapshade's prison.
"Err, zurr...Oi talked t'Mortybell, she told me she wudd open th'door fer Rayne t'come in..."

[Ashleg]

Rapshade blinked.
"Huh? She did? And I thought you'd forgot about me...sir." The ferret chuckled sadly and shook his head.
"When'll she get here?"

--

Duncan nodded in agreement.
"If you want me to tattle, I'll tell you; it was Bracklew. Now now, off you bally well go, Friar!"

Meanwhile, in the hall with Bracklew, Max's ears drooped.
"Why you look sad, Mista Bracklew..?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. He looked a lot like a younger Mixy in that moment.

--

Roscoe crouched down and looked Harnam over, glaring.
"Get away from me," he snapped. The weasel suddenly leapt up and went shooting over Harnam's head, landing on the ice behind him.
Roscoe clawed at it to gain balance as he scrambled across. "You'll never get me! I'm done with you all!"

[Hickory]

As Harnam twisted to keep his eyes on Roscoe, he slipped on the ice. Applelad dashed past him and the squirrel dug in his sword point to haul himself up off of the cold ice. Muttering, he continued the chase.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe pelted across the field, scooping up some snow as he went. He quickly made it into a snowball. The weasel sniggered and shot it behind him at Applelad's head.
"Eat snow, mangepelt!"

[Groddil]

Drubble scratched the back of his head and mumbled quietly.
"Err, sorry zurr, but oi cuddn't bring 'er down 'ere. She was goin' on about how bad ye are, so oi cuddn't exacterly ask 'er to 'elp ye..."

[Ashleg]

Rapshade mumbled something under his breath and scratched furiously behind one ear.
"B-but Drubble sir... She still might've come down 'ere. What about...Fang, or th' Abbot?"

[Groddil]

Drubble shrugged.
"Oi 'ave no idea, zurr. Oi dinna tell Rayne o' yurr predicment, so unless Mortybell does, which oi'm doubtfull 'bout, ye seem t'be stayin' there. Mmmm, Th'Abbot don't like ye, but mebbe Fangfang could 'elp ye. He did know yurr, which is helpful, burr aye! Oi'll go ask Fang, oi will!"
Once more, the cellarmole left Rapshade to himself

[Ashleg]

Fangfang was in the Great Hall helping Abbot Grant finish setting the table.
Grant sighed and ran a paw down his face. The rat was giving him trouble, unintentional or not. The Abbot clicked his teeth in annoyance. "No, Fang, stop putting the knives inside the cups--and no, it doesn't look good! What's that on the other end of the table? A tower of plates and bowls? I'll admit that that does look kind of good in a decorative way, but you need to take it down! Nobeast can eat with the dishes like that. Fangfang...ugh."

[Groddil]

Drubble tugged respectfully at Grant's robe.
"Hurr hurr, excuse oi zurr, but cudd oi borrer Fangfang fer a minute?"

[Ashleg]

Grant looked relived.
"Of course, Drubble. You know what? Borrow him for more than a minute. It's okay with me." He smiled and winked before pushing Fangfang up to Drubble and stepping away.

Fang twirled a whisker with one claw.
"Why, if'n I were smarter I'd think he was tryin' ta get rid o' me!"

[Groddil]

Drubble waved his paw absently at Grant in thanks as he motioned to Fangfang to follow.
"Come yurr, zurr, down to moi cellars. Oi need ta talk t'you 'bout somethin'."