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Full Name: Blublua Honoria PeverellGary is Blua's sweet plushie Snarhook, and Wumbo is its Vernax! When Nauna first took Blua to the pet store to pick out a petpet, she didn't like any of them. Blua refused all the petpets from Shenkuu, Geraptiku, and Faerieland, continuing to wait for the perfect one. When Nauna and Blua visited Little Nippers on Krawk Island, small, pink Gary charged toward Blua and clumsily somersaulted into her lap. It was love at once - Blua knew she had to have him. Nauna bought the Snarhook for her straight away, and Blua proceeded to name him Gary.
When she was in boarding school, Nauna sent her a Plushie Petpet Paint Brush for Gary. He quite enjoys his new color and Blua is very careful not to get him wet or knock his stuffing around.
One day, Blua took Gary out to the forest of Mystery Island to explore. She left for a moment to snap a picture of a rare petpet, and when she came back, Wumbo was sitting on Gary's shoulder. Blua tried to flick Wumbo off, thinking he was a pest. However, when she did this, Gary put up a terrible howl and Blua decided to let Wumbo stay.
Full name: Gary Plushleman Peverell
Nickname: Gary
Species: Snarhook
Color: Plushie
Likes: Blua, other plushies, Snarhook chow
Dislikes: Getting wet, ripped fabric, being left on the floor
Petpetpet name: Wumbo
Petpetpet species: Vernax
Likes: Gary, blood, noise, and being annoying
Dislikes: Blua, veggies, silence
Blua used to live in the Lost Desert, poorer than a Miamouse, but she was happy. Blua was friends with a motley crew of "desert kids," or so they called themselves.
Lintey, Lainnie, Spy, Articia, Fishy, Sands, and Oreo were all part of the desert kids gang. Although they weren't related in any way, they all watched over each other like a real family.
They were constantly joking, laughing, and having fun. For them, stealing bread was a game: Snitch, run, and don't get caught.
Spy was the best at the game of pilfering. Spy would watch his target and the drop into sight, grab the item, and dash out again, almost like a ninja, which is how he earned his nickname. The gang was all unpainted except for Spy and Articia.
Eventually the stress of life pressed down upon the kids and they could no longer stay together as a group. Lainnie was the first to go. She had never been big on stealing and tried not to use the thieved items if she could help it. Lainnie applied for a job at the castle and became a maid. Even low as her status was considered in the Qasalan society, it was still higher then the little group of thieves that she had been a part of before.
Articia and Fishy, who had always been relatively close, headed to Neopia central. They were tired of the harsh desert and simply wanted a change in the society.
Now the group was cut down to five, and the new Qasalan laws made it harder to steal things than before.
The kids began drawing straws to see who would go to steal, and one day Sands ended up with the small straw. He went to get a loaf of bread and never returned. Later the group would find out that he was caught and arrested.
The group was even closer knit now and although it was never verbally said, all of the kids wondered what would happen once someone else disappeared or left.
Blua had taken to styling hair for money and was in the market one day when she met Nauna Grosling. Nauna was a horribly strict woman who believed in neatness and education.
″Excuse me,″ Nauna said, tapping Blua on the shoulder. ″May I have your name?″
″Who wants to know?″ Blua said nervously. She wondered who this prying woman was and why she was so interested.
″Nauna Grosling,″ the lady said.
″And you are . . . ″
″How rude!″ Nauna scoffed. ″You are to address me as ma'am.″
″Well, ma'am,″ Blua sneered, ″who exactly are you?″
″I am a talent agent, shall we say, pulling diamonds out of rubble, and you, my dear, are a diamond,″ Nauna said with a flourish. ″What's your name?″
″Blu . . . Blua Peverell.″
″Blublua Peverell? What a pretty name. Are you possibly the daughter of the late Colonel Peverell? I've never heard of anyone else with that last name.″
″My name's just Bl—never mind. Um, Colonel? My dad was on Meridell's force, but I haven't seen him since I was a little girl.″
″Dear, dear, you must be the daughter of the Colonel! Yes, yes, you look just like him. I knew your father, actually, I was his friend. For your old dear father, would you come with me so I can fund an education for you?″
″Really? I mean, I don't know, ma'am.″ Blua had longed to read the printed symbols in the books that Spy had snitched, but she never had the guts to tell the others, knowing none of them could read, either. However, her loyalty to her friends took precedence over her desire to learn.
Blua wasn't sure if her friends would take kindly to her just leaving. She decided that she would go back to get her things, tell the others, and if they objected to her leaving, she would coax them out of Qasala and they would move to Sakhmet, where (hopefully) Nauna couldn't find her.
″Alright, ma'am, I'll go and get my things. May I meet you in the square in one hour's time?″ Blua said.
″So she wants me to go with her,″ Blua finished. She told her friends all about Nauna and her offer, and she was waiting on tenterhooks to see their reaction.
Spy nodded amiably. Everyone knew Spy would be the last man standing even if all of the rest of the gang left or was captured. ″Go for it,″ he said.
Oreo shrugged. He was never very decisive. Lintey raised her eyebrows. ″Well, do you want to?″
Blua wasn't sure how to answer this. Of course she wanted to, but she could also tell that Nauna was the type of person who would take no nonsense. Blua was almost positive that this meant a totally new lifestyle to adjust to, and she wasn't sure she wanted to deal with that. ″Yes,″ she whispered hollowly.
″Learn, Blua,″ Lintey replied. ″You have my blessing. We'll miss you a lot, but we'll survive. But Blua—″ Lintey cast her a heartrendingly sad look ″—please don't forget us.″
″I won't,″ Blua said, hugging Spy, Lintey, and Oreo each in turn. ″I'll always come back for you.″
″Here,″ Spy said, hefting the pile of books into Blua's arms. ″We won't be needing these. Take them as a token to remember us by.″
Fighting the urge to cry, Blua stepped out of the little hut and into the beginning of her new life.
She didn't look back.
″There you are! What took you so long, Blublua?″
″I . . . books, stuff, you know.″
″The first thing you need to learn is to speak up. I'm half deaf, child, now tell me what you said.″
″I'M SORRY, MA'AM. I HAD TO GET THESE BOOKS FROM MY HOUSE.″
″Not that loud,″ Nauna said crossly. ″I'm not completely deaf, you know.″
Blua's eyes narrowed. So far, Nauna was doing nothing but annoying her. ″Alright, then, MISS. What now?″
″A decent set of clothes,″ Nauna said, eying Blua up and down. ″And enrollment in the Brightvale School of Knowledge, and I daresay you should get a haircut as well. You look like a ruffian with that hair flying all over the place!″
″No,″ Blua said, throwing her hands over her long, blond locks. She had been growing her hair for a very long time, and she didn't particularly wish to cut it now.
″Fine,″ Nauna said, waving it away. She suggested keeping it in a braid to reduce the static and frizziness of it, and Blua briefly wondered how Nauna knew that, seeing as she kept her short, brown hair cropped around her face.
Nauna snatched Blua's hand and pulled her out of the town square. The two briskly proceeded down the street until they reached an Aisha selling tropical fruits, rare in these parts. Blua's mouth began to water as she saw the succulent things all laid out on the table, and she reached to touch one.
The Aisha smacked her hand away. ″No pay, no fruit.″
Nauna glared at him and slapped a bag of Neopoints on the counter. ″Take whatever you wish, dear.″ To the Aisha, she said, ″I will not tolerate being spoken to this way.″
Nauna was a firm and intimidating Moehog, so the Aisha backed off. ″I see you have some Unis here—are they trained, cabbie Unis? If so, I'd be willing to pay for a ride to Neopia Central.″
″Yes, ma'am, they're trained very well; only three thousand a ride.″
″I will not pay three thousand to ride on a Uni. One thousand will be enough,″ Nauna said, setting another bag of cash on the counter.
She beckoned to Blua, who was busy stuffing the fruits in her mouth. Blua followed and hopped on the back of a Christmas Uni. The thing pranced and huffed.
″Ma'am,″ the vendor warned, ″I wouldn't ride her. She's the worst of the lot, all spirited and such. Why don't you pick one of those white ones? They're calmer.″
Nauna simply shook her head no and urged the Uni on.
″Blublua Peverell,″ the headmaster said, glancing down upon her. ″You will be staying in room A25 with Ettelohs Montez. Do you know where that is?″
What a stupid question, Blua thought, irritated. I just got here! Why would I know where the heck it is?
″Nope, not a clue,″ Blua said.
″The first thing you need to learn is how to speak respectfully. 'No, ma'am, I don't know where that is' is the polite thing to say.″
″No, ma'am, I don't know where that is.″ she dutifully repeated.
″Fifth floor in the spiral tower. You'll pass a painting of Rebecca Lupe before you come to it.″
″Thank you for the help, ma'am,″ Blua said and lifted her bags.
She took the staircase leading to her right and began to climb. She continued up another set of stairs, the whole time scanning the school.
She found herself looking for things of value. Blua quickly reminded herself that she shouldn't do that anymore—it was unlawful. Still, she couldn't help but feel that it was justified to do so; after all, her whole life had been composed of thievery, and if it weren't for Nauna, it would still.
The floors were a rich chocolate wood and there were heavy drapes everywhere. It seemed as though the school was trying to smother any sunlight that managed to peek into the room.
Finally she arrived on floor five after climbing a winding set of stairs up into a stone turret. ″Well, here it is. A25.″
Blua set her bags on the floor and raised her hand to the ornate wooden door. She knocked once.
″Uh . . . wait—wait a minute . . . who is it?″ someone called.
″Um, I'm Blu-blu-blua.″ Blua's voice always shook when she met new people.
″The new roomie?″ A speckled Grundo threw open the door. Her eyes were a shining shade of purple-gray and her brown hair seemed to shimmer in the only sunlight Blua had seen since she entered the academy.
″Yes, I guess so.″
″Well, come in then! What'd you say your name was?″
″Blua, Blua, call me Blua, please. How about you?″
″Well, my name's Ettelohs, but I go by Ela. But sometimes people call me Ela-toes as well.″ Ela furrowed her brow.
She was a chatterbox from the start, telling Blua all about the school. She told her that Mrs. Prunely was the headmaster and that she was very strict. ″You have to be all proper around her.″
Ela's favorite teacher was Mr. Dougou, the alternative healing and medicines teacher. ″I take that class every day. Healing and medicines are my specialty! Got sore feet from traveling? Dunk 'em in boiled warterberry extract. Oh! You're probably wondering where you can put your things. This dresser is yours, and this bed over here is yours as well. We have to share a bathroom and there's food in the dining hall every morning.″
While Blua unpacked, Ela talked her ear off. She spoke about her littler sister Jean and how she loved to quilt, what her house looked like, and many other things about her life. ″So that's everything I know about Great Uncle Mary,″ she finished.
″Uncle Mary?″ Blua said. She hadn't really been listening.
They burst out laughing.
″So, how did you get to this school?″
″Well, I don't have that much money, see . . . and, well, I did really good in Neoschool, so this place paid a full scholarship for me,″ Ela replied, beaming.
″Oh, how nice! It's a long story how I got here,″ Blua said, sighing.
Ela looked at her watch. ″Well, I have plenty of time. Why don't you tell me?″
″Alright . . . ″ Blua said with obvious hesitation. She began to weave a yarn. Blua told Ela about the desert and how much fun she had there. She told about the pilfering games and all of her friends leaving. Last she told about how Nauna found her and brought her to this school.
Ela nodded knowingly and patted Blua on the back when she began to cry. She still couldn't believe she had left her beloved desert!
From then on, Ela and Blua became best friends. They were there to support when one was sad and to cheer and rejoice when something good happened. Blua had gained a friend not just for the remainder of school, but for her whole life.
Blua was in class, staring out the window, while her teacher droned on about who-knows-or-cares-what. She played with the end of her braid and began to daydream. She was a princess, in a tall tower. Her hero, her prince, couldn't find her. She heard him calling, ″Blua!″
″Aw, Prince,″ she mumbled.
″Blua!″ Ms. Grim cleared her throat. ″Blua Peverell!″
Blua looked at her, started. ″What? I mean, uh, yes—here—″
Ms. Grim looked at her scornfully. ″You've been called down to the office.″
″What for?″
Mrs. Grim shook her head, her gray bun flopping back and forth. ″How should I know?″
Blua slowly stood up, aware of the class's eyes on her. Was she in trouble? There was only one was to find out.
She flipped her hair out of her eyes and stepped daintly out of the classroom.
She walked quickly to the office, curious who would call her down. Normally, classes were not interrupted no matter what, so it had to be very important. Perhaps it was about the little trick she pulled last night. She and Ela had switched Ms. Grim's fish fillet for a fish pop, but surely such a small and (relatively) harmless trick wouldn't warrent this . . . or would it?
Blua bumped into the door of the office. ″Oops,″ she said. She patted down her bangs and straightened her dress. Taking a big breath, she opened the door of the office and strode in.
Nauna Groslin was sitting in a chair. She was holding several papers in her hand.
″Nauna? What's going on?″
As a secretary pulled a chair up for Blua to sit down, Nauna said, ″Allow me to explain.″
″You've inherited a fortune. Fifty trillion dollars, to be exact.″
Blua thought she would faint. Did she hear Nauna right? ″What?″
Nauna smiled. ″I know it's overwhelming, but you're rich now, Blua! Your father had a few million dollars before he died. Right before, he invested three million in the stock market. He judged right, because after he was killed in the war, the stocks shot up and he gained all that money.″
Blua blinked. This was shocking. What would she do with fifty trillion?
″He was dead, so obviously, a dead man has no use for money. He thought ahead, though, and wrote a will. In it, he left a small portion to me. Enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life. I've taken four trillion, which I'm going to use to live out my life in luxury and donate to worthy causes.″
Blua was utterly and entirely in awe of the fact that she was now a multi-trillionaire. ″What, uh, what shall I do with it all?″
Nauna thought for a moment. ″For now, save it. Donate some when you feel it's necessary. One day, when you're my age, do the same thing I did for you. Find a girl, and send her off to school. Maybe something as magnificent as this will happen.″
Blua nodded. ″Yes, ma'am, I'll do just that.″
She soon found herself zoning out. Unimaginable riches! Just think! She could build herself a gorgeous mansion with servants and lots of pretty dresses . . .
″Ahem!″
Blua jerked her head up. Nauna looked a bit impatient. ″Miss Peverell, as I was saying, I have to leave now for some very important business. I have opened a bank account for you, and your money is currently in it.″ Nauna handed Blua a card with some information on it. On the back, in Nauna's scrawled script, there was a message. It read this:
Blua,
Do NOT spend your money all at once! Be frugal. Have fun, though. Fun and frugal, that's your goal. I know you'll take care of it.
Nauna
″I don't know what to say.″
Nauna patted Blua's head and rose to her feet. ″Don't say anything and get back to class.″
Blua laughed. ″Yes, ma'am,″ she said as she pocketed the card and headed out the door.
″You WHAT?″Blua tugged at her braid guiltily. Now that she had told Ela about the money she had inherited, she felt bad that Ela didn't get any money. ″I inherited a couple trillion,″ Blua said, like it was no big deal.
Ela flopped down on her bed and glared. ″Nice,″ she said. ″A couple trillion,″ she mocked. ″What are you going to do with it all?″
Blua shrugged. ″I guess I don't really know,″ she said.
You WHAT?
Blua tugged at her braid guiltily. Now that she had told Ela about the money she had inherited, she felt bad that Ela didn't get any money. I inherited a couple trillion, Blua said, like it was no big deal.
Ela flopped down on her bed and glared. Nice, she said. A couple trillion, she mocked. What are you going to do with it all?
Blua shrugged. I guess I don't really know, she said.
Blua lay in her luxurious king-sized bed and stared up at the ceiling. There was a mural on that ceiling of a Qasalan Market in the desert. Tonight the mural annoyed her, and she wanted to rip it up and repaint the ceiling.
It was hot and humid out and the satin nightgown that Blua wore was sticking to her back. She wondered why she wasn't asleep. After all, it was past two in the morning.
The cheery little Qasalans smiled down at her impishly and she clenched her fists. Were they taunting her? Yes, Blua decided, they were. They knew she missed the old days.
As if controlled by another force, Blua got out of bed and put on a black cotton shirt and pants. She stepped into a pair of plain leather sandals and wrapped her hair around her head so it wouldn't get in the way. Blua tiptoed stealthily down the hall, careful not to wake her numerous houseguests and servants, and slipped out an inconspicuous door hidden by a horribly ugly tapestry of a dancing Quiggle.
She jogged heavily down the road, her sandals slapping down on the dark pavement. She realized she was sadly out of shape when she reached the next house, her next-door neighbor's, which was about half a mile away. She pushed the image of being one of those fat old ladies living the fancy life away and concentrated on the house. It was large and intricate, similar to hers, really. The porch was wide and airy with several white wicker furniture sets. There was a white marble fountain featuring a Flotsam and a Jetsam leaping out of the water. Water gushed and burbled out of their open mouths. A white Weewoo flapped around in the white birdbath. The house itself, even, was white. The only thing that brought life to this dull monochromatic wasteland, Blua thought, was the red flowers planted around the porch.
She knelt down behind a bush and scanned the white landscape once more. Nobody in sight. Blua slowly crawled to the next bush on her hands and knees. She edged around back and picked up a short, pointy rock.
Sticking it in her belt loop, she scrambled up the trellis propped up against the wall where some flowers were growing. She took the rock out of her belt loop, and in one swift, sharp movement, she broke the glass -blocked- It shattered and Blua jumped off the trellis and hid in a bush for at least ten minutes. When no one came to the window, Blua quietly climbed the trellis once more and dared to peek into the -blocked- It was a deserted bedroom. She decided to go inside and carefully climbed through the -blocked-
She snuck through the room carefully looking for anything of value. Slowly, slowly, she opened the door. It led into a corridor, and at the end was another room. The door was open. She crept down the hall and tiptoed into the room. On the dresser was a large, silver box. She lifted the lid and inside there were three fancy hair combs made of ornate gold and silver encrusted with jewels.
She could tell they were quite valuable and she plucked the combs from the box. Since Blua had neglected to wear something with pockets, she stuck the combs into her hair and stole down the hall, eager to get out before someone noticed her.
She climbed back out the window, placed the trellis back against the wall, and ran down the road. As she sprinted, guilt began to overtake her. Blua was now nervous and glanced over her shoulder more often than necessary. She felt like someone was watching her.
When she got back to her house, she was sweating and verging on paranoia. She took the combs out and wondered what to do with them. When she got to her room, she dropped them on the bed like they were on fire. Carefully slipping them under her mattress, she lay back down on the bed. Soon after, she fell asleep, but she was tossing and turning the whole night, guilt consuming her.
The next day when she turned on the Neovision, the theft was all over the news. She had broken into Winston Corliss's house, an old millionaire who was rumored with the creation of Jelly World.
Yes, the combs were quite valuable, and they had belonged to Winston's old grandmother. Blua put her head in her hands.
″Miss Blua? Are you alright?″
″Oh, Elise!″ Blua cried, startled, staring at one of her maids. ″Yes, yes, just a headache . . . I'll just retire to my room now.″
Blua strode off in the direction of her room. When she got there, she locked the door and looked underneath her mattress. Yes, the combs were still there.
She had to get rid of them, and fast! Blua didn't think she could live a minute with those things here.
She picked up the telephone and called down to the kitchen. ″Grodney, bring me a box, I have some . . . er, things to get rid of.″
″Yes, Miss Peverell. Will this be to the rubbish dump?″
Blua thought a moment and a wicked smile crossed her face. ″No, Grodney, they will be going to the money tree, and I will deliver them personally.″
″Miss Peverell, are you sure you don't want me to deliver them?″ Grodney said.
″Yes, Grodney,″ Blua insisted. ″I'll take care of it.″
Grodney came with the box soon and Blua stuffed the combs into the bottom. She piled a few of her uglier dresses on top so she wouldn't arouse any suspicion.
Here's Blua's reference if you wish to draw her [drag it to your browser for a full view]. She can be seen in any type of clothing - black, white, or camouflage spandex-like clothes if she's on a "mission" or a dress if she's just lounging around. She loves dresses with ribbons, bows, layers, and floaty fabric.
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