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The art of trickery

W H E N you hear the word 'trick' or 'trickery'...what do you think of? Do you imagine loosening the cap on a salt shaker before someone at the dinner table gets the sudden urge for salt? How about a peanut butter jar filled with fake springing snakes? Or perhaps the old favorite: the whoopie cushion. Well, according to the Underground Trickery Society, this is nothing but mediocrity. What is the Underground Trickery Society, you ask, guest? Well, the U.T.S. is nothing more than a group of fellow tricksters. What we do is try to pull off the best (and perhaps worst) tricks ever pulled. Don't get excited! It's a much more dangerous task than you may think! There is the danger of our organization being discovered. If we were to be shut down, our talent that we have been graced with would be nothing without those to share our ideas and feelings about our tricks with. Without or fellow tricksters, none of us in the Underground Trickery Society will succeed. How do I know? I'm their leader.

My Past

L E T ' S just say this...my past wasn't one of the greatest ones out there. I lived in the city of New York, yet not in a fancy neighborhood or Times Square. Ha! No way. I lived out on the streets where it's a dog-eat-dog world. I lived with my father with no siblings to keep me company or to dash happily through the alley's. My father had never spoken of my mother, so she was just a mystery to me.

No...me and my father were all on our own, and on the nights that the stars shown through all the buildings and blinding lights, my father would tell me stories of his childhood. He told me that he was a trickster. He said he pulled off one of the biggest tricks in his glory days. Back then it was quiet impressive to be a one-man trickster show, and it still is today. There wasn't any U.T.S. or fellow tricksters to help him, so pulling off a big trick could be a quite monumental thing. He wore the same hat I did, and the same tie for that matter as well. What was the trick my father pulled off you ask, guest?

We lived deep within the city.

My father told me that it was a dark New York night in the alley's. Many of the humans that inhabited this place were noisy, rude, and even sometimes dangerous. They'd taken our peoples space. They'd trap and take away our kind from our friends, families, and homes. My father wanted to scare them away. Within an alley near a busy street corner and with all his lupe friends gathered to watch the scene and a large pile of cardboard boxes at the opening, my father set fire to them. In an instant an inferno of flame errupted from the alley, scorching the ground with hungry black tongues of fire. My father somehow managed to cast a huge, vicious-looking shadow with the help of the burning flames and darkness. The humans ran by the hundreds as fire alarms shook the night air. Yet just when he thought he had won, the buildings around him burst into flames.

Everyone ran. The lupes. The humans. My father. They all left on either pounding paws or fleeting feet. As the lupes scurried off into the damp night alley's, my father stopped, watching the flames make many buildings a few lupe-lengths away disappear. He watched as the humans fled, their shrieks piercing his ears and the air. He watched. He watched for a long time, when a sudden explosion made the windows of a building shatter and fly out at him. He turned and streaked away as fire and made his fur feel hot and glass shards made their way into his skin, shedding blood upon his fur and the hard ground. He ran and ran into the city, yet not after his fellow-trickster friends. He went out into the unknown...

So much broken glass...so much blood...

That's when my father met my mother, whose not much of a trickster. She's not an ordinary lupess either. She had one of the greatest personalities out on the streets. I suppose a little while later they had me, Trickeryy. Can you guess who named me? Bingo! My father. After my father told me the story of his trick, I was fascinated. I couldn't stop asking him how he pulled of that and all his other tricks! So, finally, he told me all his secrets and strategies. And I see I've retained them all these years. But one night, when I was 10, my father went over to a dumpster, pushing it away to reveal a hidden cardboard box beneath it.

What's that, father? I asked quietly as I walked up to the box slowly.

My father looked at me with gleaming blue eyes. This is yours, son. he replied, opening the box to reveal a ragged black hat with a red cardinal feather and torn maroon streamers attached to it. He then removed the hat to show a a dusty black tie with a red smiley face on it underneath the hat. Beside the necktie were two creamy colored things with a small rubber swirly underneath them. Son, my father murmured quietly. I want you to walk in my pawsteps. I want you to continue the great legacy of trickery. He gently slid the box and all its contents over to me.

I immediately dove into the box, placing the hat on my head and black necktie over my head and comfortably around my neck. Mind you, I was small back then, so the hat covered my face and the tie dragged upon the ground. I reached in for the weird cream-colored things with the swirls on them. I looked up at my father with a questioning gaze. What are these? I asked, examining them.

Anti-paw slips. Try putting them on your hind paws. They were a life saver in the kinds of tricks where you need to run away, for the rubber swirls underneath them keep you from slipping.

I smiled brightly and immediately put each of the anti-paw slips on each hind paw. They fit snug around my paws and as much as I ran around the alley, I stayed firmly planted upon the hard pavement ground. As I marveled at my new trickery wardrobe, I could barely hear my father's faint voice, as if it were now far away:

Continue the trickster legacy, son. Make me proud......

I looked up to his fading outline. Before I had a moment to speak, my father was gone.

About The Underground Trickster Society

So, guest, I see you'd like to learn more about or little 'organization'. Well, even though being a trickster may seem all like fun and games, anything can happen, whether it be good or bad. I advise you to think twice about joining us. I'll tell you a bit.

The U.T.S. is a very small organization compared to others. We have more than 200 members, males and females, lupes and different species. It doesn't matter what species of neopet or gender you are in this organization, for there is just one rule: to be a master at our craft. And what is our craft in the U.T.S.? Trickery of course!

Our organization is located in a secret passage in alley within the streets of New York City. It could be any alley. Any single one could lead to the U.T.S. We don't ask people to join upfront--no matter how great they are! We rarely recruit tricksters, but when we do, we pick a few certain spots to leave a flyer or two at and hope for the best. Where do we leave these flyers, you ask? Usually in secluded area where not many people are, such as a run-down warehouse or a dark alley within the night. If you got a lot of luck and a lot of talent in the field of trickery, just follow the map, show up on time, and show us what you got :)

Don't be late.

After my father somehow disappeared, I knew I had to do something with my life. He had told me to continue the trickster legacy, and I listened. I created this society to give tricksters like me a place to be recognized and understood. When I first started U.T.S., I had no luck the first couple of months, then I started posting flyers like the one above and the organization took off like a rocket into the unknown. I actually met a few sorcerers in my day, and they taught me how to form a ball of light within my paws. Even some magical powers! Quiet odd really, yet it does help in creating illusions in tricks.

Little as you may know, the art of trickery is a serious business. Many of our finest members have been caught and stolen away from us. We need to lay low and never blow our cover, our organizations cover, or anyone else's cover. It would be disastrous... And yet, we've shared many good times. We've pulled off fantastic tricks that amuse many. It's a place where friends become family and everyone understands one another. I'm sure my father is proud of what I have done...

Need To Know

This is classified information for U.T.S. members only, yet I suppose since you'd like to join or little organization, you can take a look. ;) Just a quick peek, alright?

[Name:] Trickeryy
[Caretaker:] Fruitflyspy
[Member #:] 1
[Current Residence:] New York City (Location undisclosed)
[Age:] 27
[D.O.B.:] March 11, 1982
[Gender:] Male
[Species:] Stray lupe
[Personality:] Outgoing, cocky, headstrong
[Build:] Lean, small, muscular
[Pelt Color:] Deep red
[Eye Color:] Dark blue with light blue streak in each eye
[Love:] DATA CORRUPTED...DATA CORRUPT-
[Offspring:] NO DATA FOUND
[Likes:] Trickery, himself
[Dislikes:] Pink, seriousness, dull moments, guest (Hehe xD)
[Extra Power:] Sorcery

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Although I have not known her for a long time, I can tell that Veo and I are going to be very good friends, and have a wonderfull adventure in the city. Let's hope I get her back in 24 hours...

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