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From Inside the Furnace
Of all the days to go out for a midday stroll, you decide to pick this one. The air is humid, sticky, and heavy as you push your way through the dense ungrowth that makes up the forest beside the hotel you are currently calling home. Why you decided to spend your two weeks of rest and relaxation here, of all places, is now utterly beyond you. It was probably all the lovely brochures they kept sending you through Neomail, filled with snorkeling kacheeks and smiling kyriis. What a load of Kau patties. You have just decided the time is quite right to be turning back and finding yourself a cold glass of Phearade and a ceiling fan...
When you realize you don't know which way is back.
The trembling chill that flashes down your spine does nothing to relieve the immense heat that is now pressing down on you like a woolen blanket. How could you be so careless? You can see the headlines in the Neopian Times: 'Traveller on Vacation Lost on Mystery Island!'. Would they find your body, or would something sinister get to it first?
You shake your head against these wild thoughts. They certainly can't do you any good. First things first- you will concentrate on finding your way out, or finding someone who can point you towards aforementioned way out. Then, if you ran out of energy...
You would cross that bridge when you came to it.
Three hours later, things aren't looking so well. Looks like you're going to have to do some bridge crossing pretty darn soon; you're tired and hungry, and you know you've seen that tree with the moss that looks just like Fyora before. You prepare to sit down, put your head in your hands, and give up entirely.
However, before your brilliant plan can commence, you hear a rough voice. Using your (not-so) amazing deduction skills, you determine that it's coming from the general vicinity of... behind you. Yes, whoever it is, they are definately behind you.
You consider fleeing, but after a moment of consideration you realize that this would probably be the opposite of helpful. Slowly turning, you find yourself looking directly at... nothing. Erf?
Oi, YOU. Yeah you, with the face. I'm DOWN HERE.
Oh. It's a neopet. Dur. Glancing down, your eyes quickly scan the burly lupe's figure. Your first impression brings a feeling of contentment, if not happiness; the fellow looks quite experienced in the ways of the woods; you can tell this is no ordinary tourist who has... *ahem*... lost his bearings and somehow stumbled off the path.
Your second impression is one of fear.
W-who... w-what... Your voice trails off into nothingness as you gaze in horror at the fire that is suddenly enveloping his paws and the top half of his head. The lupe seems not to notice that his fur is suddenly a-blaze; he seems quite oblivious to the tongues of flame lapping against the sides of his ears. Is this some cursed demon, sent to summon you back to the depths from whence it came?
Okay, seriously, no more over-dramatic roleplays for YOU. The lupe looks friendly enough. In fact, he seems to be smiling a bit at your reaction to the glow on his head. It is he who speaks up after about ten seconds of awkward silence. Eh, don't worry 'bout it, mate. Most of your kind react that way the first time. You'll get used to it. With that he turns and begins to trot away.
With your befuddled brain left spinning in circles, squares, and a triangle or two, you hesitantly take a step towards his retreating figure, then stop. Did he mean for you to follow?
Oi, I don't have all day. I'm assuming you want out of this heat, eh? Come along, don't dawdle.
With a shrug and a sigh, you jog meekly behind, treading over the singe marks his paws make in the damp grass.
All About Treb
Well, hello there, Mr. Treboneus? Could you spare a minute for a quick interview?
Eh... only if it's really a minute; I need ta get back ta work.
Alrighty then, I'll try to make this quick. What's your full name?
Treboneus...
What? No middle or last name?
I never knew my parents. I don't know what my last name is. As for middle names, I've always thought they were rather silly and pointless.
Okay. And what gender are you?
Male. I kinda hoped that would be obvious...
Of course, of course. Just following procedure. So, are you know by any other names? Besides Treboneus, I mean.
Well, my official title around camp is Captain, if that counts. Oh, and my superiors call me Treb.
Captain, wow! Sounds impotant. And how old are you, Captain?
Well, there's no way for me ta know exactly, but I'd guess I'm three or four... in neopet years. That would make me twenty or thirty ta you.
What is your element, Captain?
Ah, I'm a firebender. Wanna see me blow somethin' up? :)
No, no, that's okay. You should save your strength. There's a war going on. -nervous cough- Speaking of wars, do you have a weapon you like to use in battle?
Yup. I use a nice, thick whip made out of some conductive materials. Get's the job done right, I'll tell ya that.
I'll bet it does. Oh, and just out of curiosity, Captain, could you share how you lost your eye?
It's not something I'm particularly proud of, and it sure ain't something I like talkin' about, but I will say this; I was young and foolish, and I picked a fight with somethin' I shouldn't of. Gave me a right good scare and a nasty wound, but I DID learn my lesson, so maybe it was exactly what I needed.
Well, you've been quite generous in spending this much time answering my questions. Thank you so much, and goodbye.
See ya around. I'm off to go find a soldier to drill :)
Eh... only if it's really a minute; I need ta get back ta work.
Alrighty then, I'll try to make this quick. What's your full name?
Treboneus...
What? No middle or last name?
I never knew my parents. I don't know what my last name is. As for middle names, I've always thought they were rather silly and pointless.
Okay. And what gender are you?
Male. I kinda hoped that would be obvious...
Of course, of course. Just following procedure. So, are you know by any other names? Besides Treboneus, I mean.
Well, my official title around camp is Captain, if that counts. Oh, and my superiors call me Treb.
Captain, wow! Sounds impotant. And how old are you, Captain?
Well, there's no way for me ta know exactly, but I'd guess I'm three or four... in neopet years. That would make me twenty or thirty ta you.
What is your element, Captain?
Ah, I'm a firebender. Wanna see me blow somethin' up? :)
No, no, that's okay. You should save your strength. There's a war going on. -nervous cough- Speaking of wars, do you have a weapon you like to use in battle?
Yup. I use a nice, thick whip made out of some conductive materials. Get's the job done right, I'll tell ya that.
I'll bet it does. Oh, and just out of curiosity, Captain, could you share how you lost your eye?
It's not something I'm particularly proud of, and it sure ain't something I like talkin' about, but I will say this; I was young and foolish, and I picked a fight with somethin' I shouldn't of. Gave me a right good scare and a nasty wound, but I DID learn my lesson, so maybe it was exactly what I needed.
Well, you've been quite generous in spending this much time answering my questions. Thank you so much, and goodbye.
See ya around. I'm off to go find a soldier to drill :)
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Squee! He's so cute! Thank you ^-^
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I just want to squeeze him to death! -dies of cute overload-
He looks so macho and tuf :3 Thank you so much *-*