Tomns

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Hello, welcome to my petpage!
I take it you've come to see a champion in action? Which one of my brave escapades brought you here?

You've never heard of me before?

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Really?

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Wow, you're not kidding.
Well, we'll have to change that.

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Tomns was always a tomboy and her favourite activity when she was younger was to watch the annual sword fighting tournament that her village hosted. Now that she's older she plans to train for and win that tournament.

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Joff

Name: Joff
Species: Nuk
Originated: Tyrannia

Joff is Tomn's tyrannian Nuk, she got him to help her learn to be more responsible. He lives in a small outhouse at the back of Tomn's house. He's very chubby despite the fact that Tomns has him on a strict diet as he's good at stealing food. Joff is normally very quiet and has perfected his 'innocent' face, but Tomns knows the truth: Joff is a very willful petpet and the more innocent he looks, the more devious he's being.

Past

- In which Tomns meets Joff (also a petpet spotlight) -

- In which Tomns practices her fighting skills -

- In which Tomns gets a new job (also a nt article) -

- In which we see how Tomns views herself -

In which Tomns meets Joff

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Responsible? I'll show you responsible! Grumbled Tomns the Usul as she stumbled into the barn, staggering a little as the immense pile of straw in her paws trembled ominously. With a disgusted grunt she dropped the offending pile on the floor; kicking it into a rough looking shape onto whish she placed an equally rough looking blanket. Together they made a rough bed. Dusting off her paws Tomns spun around, hands on her waist and glared at the cause of all her problems.

He blinked balefully back at her.

As wide as he was tall, Joff the Nuk struck an impressive silhouette in the gloom of the barn. He had spent the morning sitting in the corner, watching serenely as Tomns trekked back and forth from the main farm to the rickety wooden barn that she had been given the pleasure of fixing, cleaning and clearing – all for his benefit of course. Now the disagreeable creature was looking at his new pallet, then to Tomns and then back again with an expression on his surly face that said you have got to be kidding me.

Come on, gestured Tomns try it. She patted the bed encouragingly, resisting the urge to put her head in her hands as the beast sniffed haughtily in her direction before swiveling around, flicking his tuft of tail disdainfully in her direction as he pointedly turned his back on her – and his new bed.

Tomns frowned. As she watched the disagreeable creature shuffle around she tried desperately to remember why she was even trying to care for it.

I need to be more responsible, I need to be more responsible. And looking after a petpet makes me more responsible. She muttered her mantra under her breath as she carefully fluffed the straw into a more presentable shape and dusted off the blanket. Once she was satisfied with the work she turned to look at the wretched animal who was watching her with its beady eyes. Noticing her watching him Joff quickly turned his head, pretending he hadn't been looking.

Right, now it's perfect. Try it out. Tomns patted the bed encouragingly, putting on a high-pitched baby voice to encourage the disagreeable creature to sit on his new bed.

Joff snorted.

That's it! Tomns growled, stalking forwards she grabbed him by the hind legs and attempted to drag him onto the bed. Joff let out a frightened squeal, bucking in her arms and dashing manically around the barn, barreling into the bed in the process and sending hay flying off into the air. Tomns looked on in horror as all her cleaning and carrying from the morning were undone in an instant.

Wicked creature! Look what you've done! She wailed at the now quiet Nuk. She sank to her knees, burying her face in her bushy tail as she tried to control herself.

I should have known I couldn't look after a petpet. I can't do anything right. She mumbled dully dabbing at her eyes as she tried to accept that she had failed. She remained in her position on the floor for a while until she felt a wet snout gently prod the crook of her arm. She looked down to see a pair of large blue eyes gazing serenely up at her. Joff nudged her arm again, wriggling underneath so that he could curl up by her side, her arm lying gently across his back. Slowly she moved her arm back and forth, stroking his wiry fur. It was somehow comforting.

I'm sorry, she murmured as she stroked his back. I'm a terrible owner.

Joff snorted, looking at her with a bemused expression on his face and stood up. After shaking himself vigorously he trotted around the barn, pushing the scattered strands of hay with his nose until he had accumulated a reasonably sized pile. He stood on it, treading it until there was a Nuk shaped dent in the middle and finally flopped down, his head lolling dopily to the side as he gazed meaningfully at Tomns. She gazed at him in confusion until realisation hit her and she scooped up the blanket from the floor and gently tucked it around him. He promptly shut his eyes and let out a loud snore.

Tomns smiled softly. Maybe this owner thing wouldn't be as horrible as she thought.

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In which Tomns practices

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Someone had once told Tomns being sore is how you know you're alive.

Well, she panted through clenched teeth, I'm definitely alive at the moment! Letting out a deep breath she lunged to the side, thrusting her small wooden sword forward as she continued with her grueling training session. Left, right, stab, stab, block and THRUST! With a final jab she unarmed her imaginary opponent and raised her sword in victory.

A mirthful snort sounded from behind her.

Eyebrows raised, the small Usul turned around to gaze stonily at her Nuk that was looking innocently into the distance. You think that's funny, do you? She asked grumpily as Joff, her not so faithful companion, avoided all attempts at making eye contact. I'm training Joff, training to be the best sword fighter in all of Neopia!

Joff still didn't look at her and with a disgruntled sniff Tomns turned back around, raising her sword to start a new routine.

Another snort erupted behind her.

Whirling around in irritation Tomns glared at the Nuk who blinked balefully back at her. Who, me? His eyes seemed to say.

Yes, you snapped Tomns, stop being a pest and let me practice in peace! Receiving no reply from the portly Nuk Tomns glared at him suspiciously, she had learnt over the past few months of owning him that the more innocent he looked, the more devious he was being. She shut her eyes tightly as she took a breath to calm herself and raised her sword again. Left, right, left, right, forwards, forwards, tur-ACK!

Something large darted past her swinging blade and launched itself at her legs, knocking her backwards. She landed on her rump with a loud 'thud.' Groaning, Tomns opened her eyes to see a smug looking Joff lounging across her chest, a long blade of grass hanging from him mouth like a sword pointed directly at her face.

Ow, Joff! What was that for? Grumbled Tomns as she tried to dislodge his heavy weight from her chest. He butted her gently with his horned head and she rolled her eyes, giving him a hard shove. He moved off and sat quietly for a second before letting out an excited squeal around his blade of grass, prancing merrily from side to side as Tomns slowly got to her feet.

Cut that out, Joff. You look like an idiot, snapped Tomns, irritated at being knocked over by the Nuk. Joff rolled his eyes before pointedly sticking his snout up in the air, his blade of grass thrust high into the sky – a clear mockery of her earlier actions. Tomns glared at him for a second, before giggling.

Come off it, I didn't look like that earlier! She gasped in mock offense.

Joff rolled his eyes at her.

I didn't! She insisted, plucking the grass from between his teeth and flicking it to the floor.

Joff stuck his tongue out at her.

Tomns stared at him for a second, before quickly shoving her arms out and giving him a hard prod in the stomach. He fell with a squeal of indignation, his hoofed feet waving ridiculously in the air as he tried to right himself.

It's good to be right. Tomns smirked.

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In which Tomns gets a new job

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Tomns! Buck up girl, or we'll never make it back to Brightvale by nightfall!

Rolling her eyes, Tomns picked up the pace, half jogging to keep up with the merchant wagon she was meant to be guarding. It had seemed like a simple enough job when she had signed up, she would get to sit in some poncy merchant's wagon and if on the very unlikely chance it was attacked, she would wave her sword at the idiot who thought they'd nick something valuable from a wagon with 'Shiny Trinkets. They're really cool… Honest!' painted haphazardly on the side.

Unfortunately for the Usul, Mr. Briggs the techo who owned the wagon had filled it with so many 'valuable' items that there was no room left for Tomns. So she was forced to go on foot, practically sprinting after the wagon as it jerked merrily down the path, swaying dangerously as its wooden wheels dipped into the occasional pothole.

One thousand neopoints… One thousand neopoints! Tomns muttered between pants. She needed those points. Every year her village hosted a sword fighting tournament, with honor and glory promised to the winner. Every year she watched with bright eyes as the finest warriors from around Neopia flocked to the tournament and fought in the dust. Every year she longed to enter, and every year she'd been too young, until now. But she still needed to earn the last neopoints for her entry fee.

Nearly there now lass, chuckled Briggs as he eyed the panting Usul from his plush seat at the back of the wagon. Recon we're only half an hour away! And a good thing to, I'm getting mighty tired! Suppressing the urge to glare at the lounging techo Tomns simply nodded. Sadly for her in the second she looked down the wagon jerked to an abrupt stop and she ran straight into the hard wood, falling to the ground with a soft thud.

Oww… She whined, rubbing her tender rump with a paw, that hurt! Then in a louder voice she asked why have we stopped? But instead of the overly cheerful Briggs' voice replying there was a loud war cry and she found her eyes widening in shock. They were under attack! Instantly forgetting the pain in her backside Tomns jumped to her feet, pulling her heavy wooden sword from the sheath tied around her waist. Ignoring Mr. Briggs' panicked mutterings she ran to the front of the wagon, brandishing her sword before her.

Racing down the road towards them was a cloaked figure, in his hands he wielded an axe that shone brightly in the sunlight. With an angry yell he drew back his arm and brought the axe violently across the front of the wagon, sending a shower of splinters high into the air.

Briggs! You wretched thief! Give it back, give me my sword! The cloaked figure raised his axe again but Tomns quickly stepped in front of him, parrying the blow with her own sword. Sparks flashed through the air as the two weapons collided and Tomns was forced to stagger backwards as the combined weight of her own weapon and her attacker's made her arms tremble. Get out of my way girl! Snarled the mysterious attacker as he swung his axe towards her stomach, Tomns danced backwards and out of his reach, just managing to dodge the deadly weapon.

Make me, she smirked. The cloaked figure growled in annoyance as she jabbed him with her sword, testing his defenses. Now clear off! There's nothing for you here. As she spoke she swung her sword up, to strike her opponent. He dodged, but the tip of her blade snagged in a fold of his cloak, ripping it to reveal the face of an angry looking Usul.

There's nothing for me here? He snorted disbelievingly as they traded blows. Come now minion, even you aren't foolish enough to think you can trick me.

Who are you calling minion? Tomns spat, disregarding the rest of the Usul's words as she increased the pace of her strikes.

The usul raised one eyebrow. I believe it was you I called a minion, minion. As he spoke he shoved Tomns roughly to the ground, drove the handle of his axe into the front axle of the wagon and shoved. The wagon gave a loud groan of protest as it was upended, the well placed lever toppling it in one swift motion. Mr. Briggs let out a yelp of surprise as he was tipped from the comfy seat from where he had been watching the fight and landed in front of the mysterious usul. He cowered and scuttled around to the far side of the wagon. The usul let him go, he appeared far more interested in the numerous objects that had slid from the wagons interior in the rough fall and now littered the road.

Tomns groaned, shaking stars from her eyes. The shove had momentarily stunned her and she had been pelted with bits of debris and junk from the toppled wagon. The world around her stopped spinning just in time for her to see the other usul pick up a long, rectangular box, it was made from polished wood and looked much more expensive than any of the other trinkets. With a cry of triumph the other usul flipped open the latches and pulled the lid back, exposing a gleaming silver sword. He pulled it free from its velvet lining and without a backwards glance at the chaos he had caused he left.

What are you waiting for? Roared Mr. Briggs, emerging from his hiding place to shout at Tomns. Do your job and catch the thief, I want that sword back! Nodding her head dazedly, Tomns sprinted after the disappearing figure, trying to ignore the annoyance she felt towards her employer.

Come back! She yelled, waving her sword threateningly. But it was no good, the other usul ignored her completely, sprinting ahead and away from the path and into the dense trees that surrounded it. More running Tomns growled under her breath as she followed, this wasn't in the job description! Promising to get in better shape, Tomns gritted her teeth and sped fourth. The extra burst of speed was enough to allow her to catch up to the thief as both usuls raced into a clearing.

Aaarrgg!

Tomns leapt, catching the thief around the knees in a tackle that sent them both sprawling to the ground.

What are you doing? Get off me! The thief snarled, trying to free himself from under her weight, but she clung on and fastened her hands around his waist.

Not until you return that sword! She hissed as she reached around to take it from him, her paws scrabbling across his front.

S-stop that he cried, swiping at her as he tried desperately to dislodge her. T-that tickles! His flailing paws failed to dislodge her; instead they succeeded in making him loose balance and once again both usuls fell to the floor in a bundle of limbs and weapons. Tomns watched as the stolen sword flipped through the air in a graceful arc, landing at the base of a thick oak tree. She scrabbled to her feet, ignoring the other usul's cry of protest as she accidentally kicked him in the stomach in her haste to reach the sword.

Clasping it tightly in one paw, and her own sword in the other she whirled to face the thief who had managed to get to his feet. They stared at each other across the clearing, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Slowly the strange usul edged closer and Tomns tightened her grip on both weapons. His axe was still fastened tightly to his side and she was unsure what he was doing. Surely he wasn't going to attack her with no weapon. The usul kept on edging closer much to Tomns' confusion and she decided to make a break for it and get back to Mr. Briggs. Suddenly, the strange usul lunged. Silver flashed in front of Tomns' eyes and she raised one paw to protect herself from whatever weapon the strange usul had produced. She felt something cold attach itself around her paws.

You're under arrest.

Tomns' eyes bugged wide open and she stared in the shock at the pair of handcuffs that bound her paws together. I'm what? She shouted in outrage. For what?

For the theft of the Prince's sword, replied the stranger shortly. As he spoke he removed said weapon from her outstretched paw along with her own weapon.

Excuse me?" Tomns was flabbergasted. You're the one who stole the sword in the first place! She screeched.

The other usul gave her a strange look. I was recovering the sword on the Prince's behalf.

A likely story, snorted Tomns, you didn't even bother to introduce yourself! You just attacked, and frightened an innocent old man half to death, and you almost made me break my tail! She was breathing heavily by the end of her rant. To her disgust the strange usul merely laughed, prodding her and indicating she should walk ahead of him.

If you wanted a name so badly all you had to do was ask he grinned, the name's Jim.

Well Jim spat Tomns, trying to inject as much venom into her voice as possible. As much fun as this has all been why don't you give me back the sword and take these 'cuffs off. If you do it nice and quick I might even be able to persuade Briggs not to press charges.

Jim frowned, you don't get it do you? He said slowly as he forced Tomns to take a few more steps forward. You're under arrest for theft, peasant. He dragged her forwards by the handcuffs, forcing her to pick up the pace as they made their way through the trees.

You're not kidding? Asked Tomns slowly, trying to make sense of this strange turn of events. Then her brain fully processed his sentence. And who are you calling peasant?!

I thought that was obvious, said Jim with a smirk I was calling you peasant, peasant and then he burst of into a peal of laughter.

Tomns suppressed the urge to groan. She wasn't sure which was worse: the fact that she seemed to have been arrested, or the fact she had been arrested by this moron.

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The renegade lifted his sword high into the air, ready to deliver the final blow. This is the end, thought Tomns as she struggled feebly under his booted foot, trying to wriggle out from underneath his massive weight, but to no avail. Resigning herself to her loss she waited for him to disarm her and claim the victory.

Her eyes moved to his glistening sword which he was still waving though the air, milking the eagerly waiting crowd for all it was worth. It was a showy sword, with a jewel encrusted handle and a blade so well polished she could see herself in it. Reflected in the sword, she looked pathetic. Her entire body was mud spattered; her hair a dirty brown colour instead of its usual vibrant red. Being pinned to the ground was not a good look for her she decided as she gazed up at the reflection, unable to meet her eyes. Forcing herself to look her reflection square in the face, Tomns gazed into her own eyes. They alone remained the same as normal, determination shining behind the blue irises. As she watched they seemed to grow smaller, the renegade was swinging his sword back, getting ready for the final blow. As he heaved his heavy sword back, leaning dramatically to make his strike as entertaining as possible, Tomns grinned smugly. Using his own weight against him Tomns gave one last heave. The renegade, already slightly unbalanced by his sword and pose, stumbled. Tomns scrambled to her feet, clutching her sword tightly.

She was free, and now the true fight could begin.

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