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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 12:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 8:04 pm
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Hmmm... yes, *her voice drops to a soft murmer as though she is talking mostly to herself* almost washed out watercolors, no idea what that was. *Brat appears in deep thought, but snaps back to attention at the site of a large jackrabbit appearing at the door. He lifts a paw, motioning her to come over. She notices he is carrying a large folder.*
Excuse me a moment. *She slips off the stool and hops over to the large rabbit, brow furrowing deeply as she listens to him whispering. Her eyes widen a fraction, then she takes the folder into her paws and examines it. For a moment the contents seem to make her ears droop, then a quick shudder runs through her back. She reviews a few more pages, then flicks the folder closed and returns it. The two confer awhile longer, then the large bunny bounds out.*
Damn! *She swears under her breath, then returns to the counter, picks up her glass and carries it behind the counter.* Ah, Nutmeg Liqueur, that should do nicely. *She adds a few splashes to her lukewarm drink. With a flick of her paw, a coin sails through the air, landing with a plinking sound in the collection jar. Standing on the wrong side of the bar, she leans heavily on it and scrubs a paw over her face. For a brief second, her eyes close wearily, but they open as abruptly as they closed. The gruesome sight of the pictures in the folder seem to have burned in to her eyelids.*
Breathe, Brat, breathe... *She empties her glass in one swallow. Her worst fears are confirmed and it's only matter of time before the bunnies discover the notice that was being posted even as she spoke with the other investigator. What little was left of killafrog had been found and it had obviously been brutal. Only one predator could possibly be that violent. Shaking her head, she sets the glass down on the counter, and with a quick wave and nod at the patrons, she hops out of the tavern.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 11:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 1:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 3:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 5:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 5:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 10:22 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 10:39 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 10:07 pm
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