More from the Case Files of Dark Night by 2hot4u181
iForeword: Dark Night is a private eye; gumshoe, whatever you wanna call 'im. He's a shadow shoyru with a bad 'tude,
a thing for neocola and a weird fedora and trench coat. He's made his mark as a private eye and wished me to write his
stories from his case files. /i
I was about to head off to lunch when the dame's scream hit my ear. It was the octive reserved only for howling lupes but
it ment I had a case. After all, I ain't a muscian I'm a private eye. It says so on my office door.
The dame looked distressed as if she had lost her mind. I figured she had lost her mind before hand, but one can't choose
their clients. Apperntly my services to high_Flyer74 had spread. My client was now Capra the Kyrii. She dragged me to
the scene of the crime as I frantically fixed my fedora. Qucikly Capra through me down by my trench coat collar. It seemed
like her house was done by an insane decortator or someone ina big hurry to get out. The dame glared as I looked around.
It seemed nothing had been stolen, 'cept for a jade scorchstone. Whoever the culprit was must have been a big battledome nut,
or maybe just a regualr nutcase. Of course you gotta be a nut case to rob the house of Capra the Kyrri to begin with.
I couldn't find a single clue so I walked out into the door into the pooring rain. Questions flooded my mind. Who was this
thig? Why'd he steal a jade scorchstone to begin with? What was her or she hoping to acomplish? I headed back to my office
on first street and dug through my files. A few ideas came to mind in terms of the culprit. Maybe Soectre the old con
artist was behind this break-in.
I walked past the old news stand on the corner of first and thrid but I had to do a doubletake. Appernetl Spectre
was now a battledome contestant. I knew it had to do with my case. Especially since the article said old Spec had a jade
scorch stone. Apperntly Capra had heard the news too and met me in Spectre's dressing room. The red Jetsam entered
and grinned at Capra. Capra grinned back. The solution to the puzzle hit me like a shot from a frost cannon. The two had
teamed up and decided to pasty the crime on me! II slowly dug into my trenchcoat pockets and revlead a friend who was real
close to my heart. Down a bit to the right if you want to be exact. He made three intellegent statments I then fled.
Sometimes his physcological mombo-jumbo is a little too much for me. The angered Jetsam began to then chase me and lept atop
my little legs as if they were fishstick. Ironic since there was a koi coming down the hall, followed by the Chia Cops.
I gave a small sigh of relief as the two were arrested by the chia police. I said nothing as I headed out the door back
to my office. I headed past the rickety old news stand and into the buidling where my office was. I was on the fifth floor
and tired. I suddenly got a fax. It was from the REAL owner of the Scorch Stone, a Miss Poptart. I was a little shocked
to have solved a case for a staff member but I was richly rewarded by reciving the scorchstone as a small thank-you present.
I still have that scorchstone in my office, but it's under all the clutter on my desk. But I'm still lucky to have it.
Espeically since it's autographed by the entire Neopets staff. Yet for some reason it smells of dung. I can't imagine why.
There are some things not even the best dectives can solve.
The End
iNote: Dark Night is a character similar to 'Tracer Bullet' of "Calvin and Hobbes" fame. Night is no way related to Bullet,
and wants it to stay that way. The dung referance is held to Mr. Shankly in the kindest regaurds. Thank you./i
iForeword: Dark Night is a private eye; gumshoe, whatever you wanna call 'im. He's a shadow shoyru with a bad 'tude,
a thing for neocola and a weird fedora and trench coat. He's made his mark as a private eye and wished me to write his
stories from his case files. /i
I was about to head off to lunch when the dame's scream hit my ear. It was the octive reserved only for howling lupes but
it ment I had a case. After all, I ain't a muscian I'm a private eye. It says so on my office door.
The dame looked distressed as if she had lost her mind. I figured she had lost her mind before hand, but one can't choose
their clients. Apperntly my services to high_Flyer74 had spread. My client was now Capra the Kyrii. She dragged me to
the scene of the crime as I frantically fixed my fedora. Qucikly Capra through me down by my trench coat collar. It seemed
like her house was done by an insane decortator or someone ina big hurry to get out. The dame glared as I looked around.
It seemed nothing had been stolen, 'cept for a jade scorchstone. Whoever the culprit was must have been a big battledome nut,
or maybe just a regualr nutcase. Of course you gotta be a nut case to rob the house of Capra the Kyrri to begin with.
I couldn't find a single clue so I walked out into the door into the pooring rain. Questions flooded my mind. Who was this
thig? Why'd he steal a jade scorchstone to begin with? What was her or she hoping to acomplish? I headed back to my office
on first street and dug through my files. A few ideas came to mind in terms of the culprit. Maybe Soectre the old con
artist was behind this break-in.
I walked past the old news stand on the corner of first and thrid but I had to do a doubletake. Appernetl Spectre
was now a battledome contestant. I knew it had to do with my case. Especially since the article said old Spec had a jade
scorch stone. Apperntly Capra had heard the news too and met me in Spectre's dressing room. The red Jetsam entered
and grinned at Capra. Capra grinned back. The solution to the puzzle hit me like a shot from a frost cannon. The two had
teamed up and decided to pasty the crime on me! II slowly dug into my trenchcoat pockets and revlead a friend who was real
close to my heart. Down a bit to the right if you want to be exact. He made three intellegent statments I then fled.
Sometimes his physcological mombo-jumbo is a little too much for me. The angered Jetsam began to then chase me and lept atop
my little legs as if they were fishstick. Ironic since there was a koi coming down the hall, followed by the Chia Cops.
I gave a small sigh of relief as the two were arrested by the chia police. I said nothing as I headed out the door back
to my office. I headed past the rickety old news stand and into the buidling where my office was. I was on the fifth floor
and tired. I suddenly got a fax. It was from the REAL owner of the Scorch Stone, a Miss Poptart. I was a little shocked
to have solved a case for a staff member but I was richly rewarded by reciving the scorchstone as a small thank-you present.
I still have that scorchstone in my office, but it's under all the clutter on my desk. But I'm still lucky to have it.
Espeically since it's autographed by the entire Neopets staff. Yet for some reason it smells of dung. I can't imagine why.
There are some things not even the best dectives can solve.
The End
iNote: Dark Night is a character similar to 'Tracer Bullet' of "Calvin and Hobbes" fame. Night is no way related to Bullet,
and wants it to stay that way. The dung referance is held to Mr. Shankly in the kindest regaurds. Thank you./i