<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042</id><updated>2009-03-01T01:02:39.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MultiPets: the Chimera Knight</title><subtitle type='html'>Katrina Arden wants to become a Chimera Knight, a hero in a world where animals and humans live and work together as one.  With the help of a Wearwolf, a canine that transforms into armor, her wish may very well be granted.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-2318317587295117769</id><published>2007-01-07T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:06:19.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3, Part 1: Orion</title><summary type='text'>“I’m upset, Katrina,” Rion said.“Yeah, I know,” Katrina said. “Those Dryad piss me off, too. We save their asses from mind-controlling brain slugs, and their idea of a reward is not killing us? Some gratitude.”“That’s not what I meant,” Rion said, moving up in front of Katrina and facing her, causing her, Wearwolf, and Jaime to come to a stop. They were all covered from head to toe with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/2318317587295117769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=2318317587295117769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/2318317587295117769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/2318317587295117769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2007/01/chapter-3-part-1-orion.html' title='Chapter 3, Part 1: Orion'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-3818641009652014763</id><published>2006-12-08T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:14:42.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2, Part 6: Sanctuary Epilogue</title><summary type='text'>   It was early evening when Katrina and Wearwolf arrived at home, still sticky with the blood and guts of the otherworldly creature they fought at the Dryad Sanctuary.  Her shoes squelched sickeningly as they walked across the living room floor.  The violet goop had since dried and became a purple gunk that made Wearwolf‘s fur stick together in clumps.   &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/3818641009652014763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=3818641009652014763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/3818641009652014763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/3818641009652014763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/12/chapter-2-part-6-sanctuary-epilogue.html' title='Chapter 2, Part 6: Sanctuary Epilogue'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-6206492098284805346</id><published>2006-11-26T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:57:51.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2, Part 5: We Will Be Greeted as Liberators!  Destroy the Parasite Pendulum!</title><summary type='text'>Looking back at Katrina was her own face, reflected back at her in a huge, glistening eye set into a churning, violet mass.  It was one of many, arranged like a ball atop a giant, upside-down horn like a ice cream cone, the closest of which were trained directly at her.  The rest darted about with paranoid twitching motions.  The bizarre creature hung from the sanctuary ceiling from a twisting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/6206492098284805346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=6206492098284805346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/6206492098284805346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/6206492098284805346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/11/chapter-2-part-5-we-will-be-greeted-as.html' title='Chapter 2, Part 5: We Will Be Greeted as Liberators!  Destroy the Parasite Pendulum!'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-8001333445287892750</id><published>2006-11-19T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:28:03.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2, Part 4: The Corrupted Sanctuary</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;   In contrast to the terrifying mystery of the woods on a stormy night, the day time hike through the dewy groves of Dionysus Forest was like a stroll through a svelte paradise.  The sunlight glittered off the wet foliage in a sparkling haze as Katrina’s feet sloshed through the mud.  As the hike wore on, the dew dried off and the trees conspired to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/8001333445287892750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=8001333445287892750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/8001333445287892750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/8001333445287892750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/11/chapter-2-part-4-corrupted-sanctuary.html' title='Chapter 2, Part 4: The Corrupted Sanctuary'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-116236069966311166</id><published>2006-10-31T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:58:19.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallowe'en Special '06</title><summary type='text'>A flash of lightning.  A crash of thunder.  A deluge of rain.  Four intrepid heroes; two girls, a boy, and a wolf, rush through the forest, making whatever futile efforts they can to stay dry.  In the lead is the older girl with black hair in a white sweatshirt and blue jeans carrying a blue hiking backpack.  Her hair is tied back in a ponytail and, incidentally, she is the tallest of the group.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/116236069966311166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=116236069966311166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/116236069966311166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/116236069966311166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-special-06.html' title='Hallowe&apos;en Special &apos;06'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-116182461123728340</id><published>2006-10-25T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:17:56.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate Chapter 2, Part Three: Mandrake</title><summary type='text'>Moments after Jessica left Katrina’s house, Katrina and Wearwolf followed after her.  She wasn’t very far down the vine-strewn street when they caught up with her.  The streets weren’t the only thing vine-strewn in Wine Town.  The stuff grew everywhere like a curious weed with a penchant for high places.  Anything stationary long enough was eventually secured into position by the vines, including</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/116182461123728340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=116182461123728340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/116182461123728340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/116182461123728340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/10/alternate-chapter-2-part-three.html' title='Alternate Chapter 2, Part Three: Mandrake'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-116061305512421263</id><published>2006-10-11T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:31:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 15: Roger</title><summary type='text'>“Why can’t we go with you?” Rion demanded.“Because it’s too dangerous,” Katrina replied.“Isn’t that why they told you not to go?” Jaime questioned.“To be technical, nobody told Katrina not to go,” Kumiho explained.  “She was just told not to go with Berg.  You two, on the other hand, are being explicitly told not to leave town or go near the Dionysus Engine until we get back.”“Give us one good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/116061305512421263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=116061305512421263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/116061305512421263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/116061305512421263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/10/exfic-15-roger.html' title='ExFic 15: Roger'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-115941498090862978</id><published>2006-09-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:46:34.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 14: The Knight's Quest</title><summary type='text'>The arrival of the Chimera Knight had not gone unnoticed.  After all, it’s not everyday someone descends from the sky in a beetle’s armor.  As Kumiho, Katrina, and Wearwolf led the white-haired soldier and his trio of insects to  the town hall, a crowd began to gather.  The townsfolk kept a respectful distance, yet there was a tension in the air, as if they were awaiting the moment he would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/115941498090862978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=115941498090862978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/115941498090862978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/115941498090862978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/09/exfic-14-knights-quest.html' title='ExFic 14: The Knight&apos;s Quest'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-115802724631221250</id><published>2006-09-11T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:14:06.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 13: Enter Berg, redux</title><summary type='text'>“Where are we going?” Katrina demanded as Kumiho dragged her to a grassy hill in the middle of town.  Kumiho was leading Katrina by the hand with Wearwolf at her heels.  Kumiho’s other arm supported Bootsy, who was currently digging her claws into Kumiho’s shoulder as they ran.“To meet your Chimera Knight in shining armor,” Kumiho explained.  They stopped at the foot of the hill and she let go of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/115802724631221250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=115802724631221250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/115802724631221250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/115802724631221250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/09/exfic-13-enter-berg-redux.html' title='ExFic 13: Enter Berg, redux'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-115618456199799124</id><published>2006-08-21T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:22:42.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate Chapter 2, part 2: A Not Unexpected Guest</title><summary type='text'>“Cute,” Katrina said sarcastically.  “Real cute.”Katrina lifted herself off the floor and went over to her dresser.  Now that she was wide awake, it was time to make the most of it.  She rifled through the dresser’s contents, not entirely sure what to wear.  While not particularly concerned with how she looked, she wanted to show off her new tattoos without looking too trashy.  She finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/115618456199799124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=115618456199799124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/115618456199799124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/115618456199799124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/08/alternate-chapter-2-part-2-not.html' title='Alternate Chapter 2, part 2: A Not Unexpected Guest'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-114566973680216170</id><published>2006-04-21T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:35:36.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate Chapter 2, Part 1: The Tattooed Girl</title><summary type='text'>The sunlight that slipped betwixt the curtains made it difficult for Katrina to sleep.  It cast a glowing line right across her eyes, a glaring reminder that it was morning.  She had a rough, late night, and little interest in arising at a respectable hour.  She turned away from the light, her dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders, and flopped an arm over the side of her bed.  Her arm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/114566973680216170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=114566973680216170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/114566973680216170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/114566973680216170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/04/alternate-chapter-2-part-1-tattooed.html' title='Alternate Chapter 2, Part 1: The Tattooed Girl'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-114462911026254909</id><published>2006-04-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:31:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 12: the Siren's Song</title><summary type='text'>“Hey, you!”Jessica and Robert Chardonnay turned to face Katrina, who was stomping up to them from down the path with Wearwolf at her heels.  Katrina was livid, and understandably so.  She stopped a couple yards away from them.“Aye, what about me?” Jessica asked with a passive expression.  She then sported a smirk as she added, “’Ere to bid me a warm farewell?”“So it’s true!” Katrina exclaimed in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/114462911026254909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=114462911026254909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/114462911026254909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/114462911026254909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/04/exfic-12-sirens-song.html' title='ExFic 12: the Siren&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-114134957856665251</id><published>2006-03-02T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:32:58.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate Opening 01 - The Hunt</title><summary type='text'>Since time immemorial, mankind has warred over the Earth’s precious resources, be it for the good of some or the detriment of others.  But as Earth’s resources dwindled, it became apparent that it was time for humanity to move on.  Even though renewable resources took hold, humankind took to the stars for still more resources.  Technology was quickly developing, and soon it became possible that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/114134957856665251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=114134957856665251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/114134957856665251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/114134957856665251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/03/alternate-opening-01-hunt.html' title='Alternate Opening 01 - The Hunt'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-113979590571001301</id><published>2006-02-12T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:58:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 11: The Basin of Tartarus</title><summary type='text'>“You know this is a crock, right?” Jaime asked.  “Right?” “This isn’t a crock,” Katrina argued.  “It’s the doorway to the land of the dead.” “But it’s so absurd,” Jaime said.  “You can’t just summon dead people and talk to them.” “Just drop it Jaime,” Rion replied.  “This isn’t about logic, it’s about faith that Katrina’s trying to restore.” “I dunno,” Jaime said.  “I just thought that we lived </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/113979590571001301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=113979590571001301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/113979590571001301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/113979590571001301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/02/exfic-11-basin-of-tartarus.html' title='ExFic 11: The Basin of Tartarus'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-113979541858462482</id><published>2006-02-12T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:50:18.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 10: Going Underground</title><summary type='text'>“You can’t be serious,” Rion said. “Oh, I’m serious,” Katrina argued. Rion and Katrina looked at the webpage again.  When Jaime had gone to work and left her laptop computer behind, Katrina had logged onto the MuWiNet (Municiple Wireless Network) and began a search for the local underground fighting championships.  Didn’t take her long to find one, and it didn’t take much longer to find one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/113979541858462482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=113979541858462482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/113979541858462482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/113979541858462482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/02/exfic-10-going-underground.html' title='ExFic 10: Going Underground'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-113979510872198960</id><published>2006-02-12T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:48:52.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 9: Working it in Tekton</title><summary type='text'>“Not exactly the Hilton, isn’t it?” Rion noted as he entered the apartment.  It was nice, for the money, which meant not being in a state of total disrepair was just about the only thing the hovel had going for it.  The line between  the kitchen and the living room was indistinct at best, and the whole thing couldn’t have been much larger than a couple square meters.  There was a second door </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/113979510872198960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=113979510872198960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/113979510872198960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/113979510872198960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2006/02/exfic-9-working-it-in-tekton.html' title='ExFic 9: Working it in Tekton'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112675013806412069</id><published>2005-09-14T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:08:58.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 8: The Lab of Wilson Dark</title><summary type='text'>“Here it is,” Jaime said.  She had led her twin brother Rion, Katrina, and Wearwolf, Katrina’s canine MultiPet partner, through the streets of Tekton all day just trying to find the place.  While Jaime was practically buzzing with excitement, Rion and Katrina were worn about from trying to keep up with Jaime.  Despite a complete lack of a sense of direction and the fact they didn’t know where the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112675013806412069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112675013806412069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112675013806412069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112675013806412069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/09/exfic-8-lab-of-wilson-dark.html' title='ExFic 8: The Lab of Wilson Dark'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112613602992362045</id><published>2005-09-07T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:33:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 7: Entrance to the Academy</title><summary type='text'>High atop Neo Olympus Mons, the tallest mountain in the solar system, the Chimera Knight Academy rests among the clouds.  A castle in its own right, the academy formidable towers pierce the heavens.  Mighty towers, standing upon over a hundred millennia of stone, shaped from the contours of the majestic peaks themselves.  Between these noble spires lay the gleaming halls of the academy itself.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112613602992362045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112613602992362045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112613602992362045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112613602992362045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/09/exfic-7-entrance-to-academy.html' title='ExFic 7: Entrance to the Academy'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112475137864629049</id><published>2005-08-22T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:56:44.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 6: Barroom Blitz, Part One</title><summary type='text'>As the group marched ever onward, the trees around them spread out a little and gave way to what they at first presumed to be a clearing.  However, the telltale signs of black asphalt bisected by intermittent stripes of paint and reflective markers soon revealed the existence of a highway.  Just a chicken’s sprint across the road was an old, squat building, not abandoned by any means but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112475137864629049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112475137864629049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112475137864629049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112475137864629049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/08/exfic-6-barroom-blitz-part-one.html' title='ExFic 6: Barroom Blitz, Part One'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112318758917567907</id><published>2005-08-04T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:33:31.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 5: Call of the Wolf</title><summary type='text'>The sound of wolves howling was not unfamiliar to Katrina.  Even before meeting Wearwolf, she would hear the chorus of cries echoing from the forests around the village.  She never really thought about it until now, but she always thought it sounded so magical and mysterious.  She had wondered what profound and inspiring messages were carried by those long-reaching voices.“</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112318758917567907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112318758917567907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112318758917567907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112318758917567907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/08/exfic-5-call-of-wolf.html' title='ExFic 5: Call of the Wolf'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112293152425256325</id><published>2005-08-01T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T14:25:24.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 4: Final Confrontation with Kumiho</title><summary type='text'>“I think you should have gone to Kumiho’s Rite of Initiation, petty rivalry or no,” Wearwolf said, lying at the foot of Katrina’s bed.“It’s not petty,” Katrina argued.  She curled up on her bed with her arms over her head, trying to shut out the sounds of merriment from the edge of town, shutting out the sounds of impending time.  The proverbial sands were slipping through her fingers with each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112293152425256325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112293152425256325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112293152425256325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112293152425256325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/08/exfic-4-final-confrontation-with.html' title='ExFic 4: Final Confrontation with Kumiho'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112284147844535339</id><published>2005-07-31T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:24:38.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 3: Odd Jobs</title><summary type='text'>Katrina didn’t really want the job.  The only reason she even came to the field that day was to please Mom and Dad.  Katrina knew what she wanted to do, and they couldn’t tell her what to do, but she couldn’t just say no to the couple who raised her from childbirth.  Fortunately, the job was only temporary.“So, this is just until the normal guy gets back, right?” Katrina asked.“A-yup,” the farmer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112284147844535339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112284147844535339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112284147844535339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112284147844535339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/07/exfic-3-odd-jobs.html' title='ExFic 3: Odd Jobs'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112265923802425982</id><published>2005-07-29T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:48:23.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 2: Dionysus Forest</title><summary type='text'>Katrina awoke to the sunlight streaming down from the canopy and the smell of maple syrup, cinnamon, and oatmeal wafting on the breeze.  She was momentarily confused before the feeling of a backpack under her head reminded her that she had left the village last night.  She sat up and stretched before opening her makeshift pillow and digging around for something to eat.  “I’m making oatmeal, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112265923802425982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112265923802425982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112265923802425982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112265923802425982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/07/exfic-2-dionysus-forest.html' title='ExFic 2: Dionysus Forest'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112109493296570804</id><published>2005-07-11T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T08:15:32.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExFic 1: One Horse Town</title><summary type='text'>How long had it been?  A month?  A year?  It had been too long, as far as Katrina Arden was concerned, since this brown-eyed, black-haired girl successfully became an adult through the Rite of Initiation.  Too long since she first met her MultiPet partner Wearwolf, the transforming canine that lives up to the pun in his name.  Too long since they first merged bodies to combat the hunter that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112109493296570804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112109493296570804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112109493296570804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112109493296570804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/07/exfic-1-one-horse-town.html' title='ExFic 1: One Horse Town'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12266042.post-112042474974840916</id><published>2005-07-03T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:06:11.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2, part 3</title><summary type='text'>“I’m sorry about Jaime,” Katrina apologized to Wearwolf again as they left the Chardonnay residence.  “She can get pretty frisky around rare specimens.” “It is not a problem,” Wearwolf said, looking up at Katrina as he trotted alongside her.  “So long as she never does that again.  If she does more than sniff me, I may be forced to take drastic action.” “I’ll be sure to warn her,” Katrina said as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/feeds/112042474974840916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12266042&amp;postID=112042474974840916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112042474974840916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12266042/posts/default/112042474974840916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multipets.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-2-part-3.html' title='Chapter 2, part 3'/><author><name>Chet Weaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01721379275562885269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16347505570455005475'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>