Secret of the Lost Species 2Secret of the Lost Species (Chapter Two-Part One)
By that night we were on our way, passing over a remote temperate rainforest in one of the Defenders massive transports, a carriage of great size pulled by four pairs of powerful Eyries. All of us were in parachutes, ready to go overboard at the right moment. Jhudora and Ariana wore jeans and hooded shirts while the rest of us were in our fur or feathers; Reve and Jina were still getting used to their new forms.
Are we there yet? Jina asked.
Not yet, Nimras told her.
Our captain, a Gelert in a grey uniform and a black beret, opened the rear cargo hatch and lowered the ramp. Now when I give ye the word, yell be runnin down the ramp one at a time. Count tae three or say Geraptiku before ye give yer rip cords a fine hard tug.
I always have a hard time trying not to laugh when I hear a Meridellian say Geraptiku.
This is it, lads and lassies! Oer with y
Secret of the Lost Species 1Secret of the Lost Species (Chapter One)
Another Saturday Night at the Chez Weewoo, but Ill actually be telling you what several members of the Guild have been doing this past week. Judge Hog had called myself and Jhudora to his office at Defenders Headquarters, along with Jhudoras new apprentice Ariana Half-Faerie. Nimras, Reve and Ninjina, and Parrot had been summoned as well.
Weve had reports of a previously unknown species, Judge Hog began as soon as we were seated. No one knows for certain what they look like, although they have been described as something of a cross between a Xweetok and a Lutari. I suppose you might call them Xweetari.
Or Lutocks, Jina suggested.
Judge Hog frowned. Thank you Jina, but Xweetari will do nicely. Part of the reason we know so little about them is because their warriors wear large masks. Theyve always been a quiet folk, if elusive. But lately theyve been very busy. Our scouts rep
16-Grand ReopeningAnother Saturday Night at the Chez Weewoo, but a very different night also since this was the Chez Weewoos second grand opening in half a year. We had been very busy rebuilding the Guild Hall over the last couple of days. The first task had been the new Brain Washroom; you never know when youll need one of those. . .desperately. There was a new Grand Ballroom with an even bigger chandelier to hold all of Reves shinies. And of course the Chamber of Humble Contemplation, where we send the Mango when shes had too much sugar.
It was Jhudora herself who remarked how glad she was that we were able to keep the original Chez Weewoo until after Valentines. I would never accuse Jhudora of being sentimental - that would be neither wise nor safe - but I do flatter myself that she was fond of the Chez Weewoo because that was where we first met. She had sent two dozen of her own minions to help put the place into order, each one armed with a disco paint roller.
Support had be
15-The Darkest Cupid 5 and 6The Darkest Cupid (Part Five)
Another Saturday Night at the Chez Weewoo, and Jhudora and I had only just arrived at the Guild when the chandelier in the Grande Ballroom suddenly came crashing down, sending shinies flying everywhere. We worked our way cautiously to the middle of the wreckage, finding the motionless form of a Lutra.
Reve stirred and looked up at Jhudora, blinking. Oh, man! Ive died and gone to. . .
Youre not dead. . .yet, Jhudora interrupted her. What caused the chandelier to fall?
Reves eyed rolled back. Hes here, the Phantom of the Opera.
The Yurble Janitor arrived shortly to begin repairing the damage, while Jhudora and I hurried to the Chez Weewoo. Balthazar had been left alone to practice his Lupish Charms on our unsuspecting guests too long. We found the massive Lupe talking to Edna near one side of the dance floor and settled discreetly at a nearby table.
What are you looking at? E
14-The Darkest Cupid 3 and 4The Darkest Cupid (Part Three)
Another Saturday Night at the Chez Weewoo, and our efforts at helping Balthazar find himself a lady friend by Valentines Day were slowly beginning to show results. Nimras had brought in Jeran to offer his own advice on Lupish Kewl, and had gone along with Jhudora and myself to take the big Lupe shopping to improve his wardrobe. Jeran and I were already out on the dance floor in our stylish powder blue leisure suits.
So, can you tell us apart? I asked Jhudora.
She glanced at us skeptically. You look like Jeran and his father.
Balthazar finally appeared in his own powder blue leisure suit, one several sizes larger than our own. He seemed unable to decide if he should be pleased with his new look. Is this going to work, looking like back-up singers in a 50's group?
Jhudora says that every girl loves a singer, I answered. Of course, she lived through the 50's.
Shes lived through the
13-The Darkest Cupid 1 and 2The Darkest Cupid (Part One)
Another Saturday Night at the Chez Weewoo, and Jhudora and I were in a serious meeting with Nimras and Ani. As the older members of the Guild, we were trying to solve a unique problem. Our little Disco had been attracting Neopians from all over lately, and now Balthazar had turned up with the goal of finding himself a lady friend by Valentines Day. He needed all the help he could get.
Youve inspired me, he said as we sat at a quiet table. I figured if a scruffy old Lupe like you could catch Jhudora, then I thought you could help me.
I didnt exactly catch Jhudora, I protested. She caught me. Beside, ours is a purely platonic relationship.
Jhudora snorted. Plato never had it so good.
Just then a small yellow bird struck Balthazar in the back of the head - and stuck there.
Hey, wait, Ani interrupted. Why would a Faerie be willing to help Balthazar?
In Defense of a Virtual LifeIn Defense Of A Virtual Life
86743 Scholarly Crescent
My Dearest Piksie:
The beginning of a new year is also the beginning of our first full year together, and so this has been a time for reflection upon just what you mean to me. You were my first and for so long my only pet, and you will always be closest to me.
Ive always had a fondness for the under-rated heroes. Personalities like Jeran or King Altador, tall, powerful Lupes, seem born to be heroes. I was far more impressed by Jerdana, small, quiet and elegant yet never afraid to test her magic even against the likes of the Darkest Faerie. And so in a sense it was because of her that you are here, my own little warrior-mage. But you were never meant to be the great sorceress ready-made. You may be wise, clever and brave but you are still young, and helping you to achieve your great potential step by step is a large part of the joy of having you. You still possess much of the innocence of childhood
11-Day Of Giving Carol Part 5Part Five: In Which Enough Is Enough
Mango Meepit awoke with a start and found that she was nestled down in the beanbag inside the Chamber of Humble Contemplation. Daylight was glowing around the edges of the closed curtains, and she realized that she had been here all night. But had it been only one night? She felt as if she had been away with the Spirits of the Day of Giving a long time. She leaped out of the beanbag, out the door and down the hall so fast that even her shadow was unable to keep up.
Rushing into the Chez Weewoo, she nearly ran into Nat. The little Meepit jumped up and down with excitement. What day is it?
What do you mean, what day? This is the Day of Giving, of course.
Mango did a backflip of joy. The Spirits have done it all in one night!
Nat looked at her in disgust. As if the sugar wasnt bad enough, now youre getting into the spirits?
Mango took no notice as she danced and skipped through the Chez Weewoo
10-Day Of Giving Carol Part 4Part Four: In Which Jhudora Blushes
Mango once again found herself in the familiar surroundings of the Chez Weewoo and she knew at once that this must be the future. The place itself had changed little, but the people she saw gathered here were mostly unfamiliar to her. The one or two she did recognize were older than she remembered them; the years had turned Reve from a Lutra into a tall, stately Elvish Lutari. Since when could Pets be painted Elvish?
Hubrid Nox seemed to leap out of nowhere. I am the Ghost of the Day of Giving Yet To Come!
No, youre not! Jhudora also appeared out of nowhere and gave the demonic Chia a kick in the sit-upon that sent him flying through the nearest wall - and it was a good thing for him that he was a ghost in this story.
If he wanted to take over someones episode, he should have tried to intimidate Snowflake, the Dark Faerie muttered in disgust before turning on Mango. You know the drill. Im th