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Posted by: Cloak
« on: Yesterday at 08:58:50 PM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
The Last Truth Dreamer

"Aniyu?" Cloak asked.

"Yes?"

"Where's all the other past Truth Dreamers?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I sought a council with the other Elements Masters, there was a bevy of them," Cloak elaborated. "Why aren't the other past Truth Dreamers here?"

For the first time since Cloak had met his paternal ancestor, Aniyu looked uncomfortable. She clearly was marshalling her thoughts to put her response in a painless way as possible for her.

"It is because . . . because there aren't anymore Truth Dreamers," she said. Cloak thought he heard a distinct and clear sadness to her voice, tinged with loneliness. "Until you, I was the first and last Truth Dreamer."

Suddenly, an obnoxious musical number intruded upon this moment. Funny thing was, though, it sounded as if GH was singing it. Probably because Cloak had come to associate anything musical with RAF's resident music connoisseur. Or he represented a more silly, zany, unpredictable side to Cloak's personality. Who knows?

"One! Two! Three! Four!
Aniyu, the Last Dreamer!
She's my friend and a whole lot more!
Aniyu, the Last Dreamer!
Shows me a world I've never seen before!
From the Nexus a long, long time ago,
Comes a cool, cool friend, my pal, Aniyu!
Aniyu, the Last Dreamer,
She's my friend and a whole lot more!
Aniyu, the Last Dreamer,
Shows me a world I've never seen before!
Everywhere Cloak goes, he doesn't really care.
If he stops and bares his very soul to his pal, Aniyu!
From their history to this very spotlight,
He found a friend that helps him do alright!
"

Then the voice of Leatherhead, but nothing more than a mental projection, as all of this was, joined in with this mental projection of GH's voice:

"That's Aniyu, the Last Dreamer!
She's my friend and a whole lot more!
Aniyu, the Last Dreamer,
Shows me a world I've never seen before . . .
"

It didn't make any sense, but then again, it wasn't supposed to.

"Sorry about that," Cloak said, referring to the pointless musical interlude. This was his mindspace after all, and his mind could be a bit unfocused and cluttered just anyone else's at times. He refocused on the conversation. "Anyway, what? You're the only other Truth Dreamer? Ever?"

"Yes," Aniyu said, who appeared actually amused by the musical interruption, "it's true. And, in my time, it was generally not well received. A small, but loudly vocal, group decried me as a mistress of death and a prophet of doom, when, in reality, all of my predictions were merely a result of perception and not Truth Dreaming."

So, she was kind of like the Realm Walker version of Cassandra, in a way. She told him that she was the daughter of a political figurehead (a woodpecker Realm Walker who eventually became a victim of Boss's take over with the Twelve, as well as Aniyu's mother (a bighorn ewe Realm Walker) and younger brother (a bluebird Realm Walker)), and while they weren't exactly affluent, her father made a comfortable living that afforded financial security.

The Boss came around with his henchmen, only known as the Twelve. It was true that Aniyu had dreamed that this was to come -- but as Cloak knew, Truth Dreams were not clear cut, and always difficult to interpret, even at the best of times. And it had cost her dearly. She was just about Cloak's age when it had happened, maybe a little younger. Her brother was barely fifteen, and their parents were well into late fifties.

She confessed that it took her awhile to not blame herself for what happened. It wasn't her fault, it was Boss's. She had to spend years dealing with the fear of Boss and his Henchmen Twelve, as she began to think of them. Dealing with the shame for having done nothing to stop them, refusing, at the time, to acknowledge that there was nothing that she could do. Understanding the survivor's guilt she felt for their deaths. Sort through and understand her own grief, which she allowed and mildly guided Cloak through his own. Understanding her own mental delusions and the lies she told herself, and realizing and accepting the cold, hard truths. Only after she did this, and after Master Avatar, Cloak's maternal ancestor (though she didn't know her line and his would eventually intermingle in Cloak, and his younger sister, Dagger (Faith had a different father, but Ursa was her mother, same as Cloak)) took down Boss and his Twelve.

She had eventually met a polar bear Realm Walker who gave himself the name of Freak -- mostly for the self-deprecating humor of it. Freak had a boisterous, optimistic personality that Aniyu just took to. And her down-to-earth, calm, motherly personality drew him to her. Soon that momentary affection grew adoration. The two eventually married in traditional Realm Walker fashion, two outcasts by the most conservative Realm Walker standards. Then they had a son, Humor, a march hare Realm Walker, which would perpetuate their line to Cloak himself.



SOURCE SONG: https://youtube.com/watch?v=sLlibrF5DRM
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 16, 2017, 08:55:38 AM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
Diligence and Frustration

"Dammit!"

"Broken, we're all frustrated, too," Goom said, evenly, as if he needed to reminded everyone of it. It was immensely stressful what they were doing, as they were on a strict deadline, and were under a severe crunch time scenario.

"Prior incantato doesn't work," Broken said, mostly to himself. "Perhaps the scientific aspect of this concoction makes it difficult to impossible to work. Then again, the Priori Incantatem charm requires a wand to work -- a wand to enchant the produce."

They had managed to extract the goop from a killer tomato, and they've spent the passed four or five hours trying to analyzing it. There seemed to be to two layers of conversations going at the same time.

"Spectrum analysis is inconclusive," Aquilai said, irritated.

"Can't be Amato Animo Animato Animagus," Broken muttered, ransacking his annoyingly sluggish brain for spells and incantations to try. "That just makes Animagi -- along with other things, but that's not the point."

"As is the chemical analysis," Xeno said, "what is this stuff?"

Meanwhile, Broken was dismissing spells in his mind. The Draconifors Spell would just turn it into a similarly sized dragon -- not useful here. Colovaria would just change its color. Cantis would just make it sing -- if it could sing. Ascendio would just lift him up -- not useful right now. Arania exumai only worked on spiders. Anteoculatia was out, as it just grew antlers on a target's head. Arresto momentum slows or stops a target's momentum -- not remotely useful on this occasion. The Avifors Spell would just turn the goo into a bird, completely defeating the intended purpose. Cistem aperio would just open the container they had the goo in with blast of light, and the others would not appreciate that. Diminuendo would just shrink the goo, and earn him the emnity of the others. The Ducklifors Jinx would just turn it into a duck -- no good.

"Huh," Goom said, having observed the goo. "The way it undulates . . ."

"What?" Aquilai said, rather waspishly.

"The way it moves," Goom clarified, "it looks . . . somehow, it looks familiar. . . ."

Meanwhile, Broken was still going through a littany of spells, hexes, charms, and curses in his mind, trying to understand what could work. Hopefully, without mixing magicks. Everte statum wouldjust do more damage than help. The Ebublio Jinx would just bubble it. Epoximise would adhere it to its container. Flintifors would just turn it into a matchbox.

"Familiar?" Xeno inquired.

"It looks like . . ." Goom said, certainty looking out of him, "like Underseen in his natural shapeless form, only red and green instead of his opaque color."

"You can say that about a lot of of generally colloidal substances," the Time Lord dismissed. "Doesn't mean that there's a connection."

"Doesn't mean that there isn't, either," Xeno pointed out.

Aquilai didn't not appreciate this counterargument. Instead of even trying to refute it, he changed the subject, "The fact of the matter is that we have to find out how to cure this stuff and prevent a worldwide famine."
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 15, 2017, 07:34:42 AM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER TWELVE:
Acceptance and Moving On

Cloak righted himself to his knees. It seemed as if hours had passed him by, just grieving. He rub his face, wiping away his tears. He started to remember . . . not just the pain and shock of her passing. She went peacefully, in her sleep. There was comfort in that.

He began to have fond remembrances of his dear Aunt Wheeza. From the time when he was young and they went to a famous waterfall in the Nexus -- one akin to Niagara Falls in the Realms' various Earths. Granted, his mother (and Wheeza's elder sister), Ursa, and sister, Dagger, was there -- but he no longer considered those two family, despite the ichor relationship. He had not elected to stand under the waterfall, as was an option there,but Wheeza did.

More and more fond thoughts of her infiltrated his mind. All the humor she had given him, all the once-lost confidence she had helped him reclaim. Granted, there were moments when they argued and had disagreements, but that's true of anyone. She did everything that she could to teach him to let things go -- but he would admit, even now, he had a tough time letting bygones be bygones. He could be stubborn to the point of being obstinate -- it was a family hallmark on his mother's side -- he knew nothing of his father's side other than that's where his relationship with Aniyu and Truth Dreamer ability comes from.

He gave a shuttering breath as he finally managed to accept that she was gone, and there was no way he could communicate with her from beyond the Veil. She was neither Truth Dreamer nor Elements Master. He did not know why these two things enabled him to communicate with his ancestors that, too, were past Masters or past Dreamers (despite the only past Dreamer that Cloak had ever talked to was Aniyu), but he had conceived the notion that perhaps, just perhaps, he wasn't meant to know.

The one way he would be able to see Wheeza now would be drastic, hurt a lot of his friends in the process, and be something that he knew that she would not approve of. He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't hurt the people he cared about in that way -- the RAFians. Faith. Shadow. He couldn't hurt them . . . he had considered it so long ago, when he was forbidden by his mother from going to the forum . . . and she had such control over him that he complied out of fear . . . but he knew better now, thanks to Wheeza and the other RAFians.

He was not worthless. He was not expendable. He was a person, a man of his own right. He had a place and life of his own, uncontrolled by any other but himself. He was now the master of his own fate, instead of having someone dictate it to him.

"Good, Cloak," Aniyu said, after a long silence. "Good."

Cloak said nothing, turning his mind to affectionate memories with his Aunt Wheeza when he was a kid. And, after a moment, he let it go. He let her go. He let her be at rest. He had let it out, all the emotion -- the knotted up, twisted, entangled emotion -- he just let experienced it all in one go, and let it go. And there was an oddly freeing sensation, as if it wasn't weighing on his shoulders anymore.

He had truly accepted it. His Wheeza was gone, and at peace.

He stood, expect his legs to feel a bit unwieldy with his weight, as if they were were a sleep. He was mildly surprised that they were not. He looked at Aniyu and said, "Thank you."

"Any time, my young Dreamer," she said, very kindly and gracious.

It was at this point Cloak noticed something . . . something he found rather odd. He looked around . . . it was just so different . . .
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 14, 2017, 05:50:39 AM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER ELEVEN:
Hasty Containment

"I must register my warning again," Yarin said, deftly setting a strange, boxy device in the middle of the town square, as Dino stomped a bevy of watermelons with gnashing teeth like switchblades. "This portable Code Avalon still hasn't been properly tested. It may malfunction. And I'm not entirely sure we fixed the power source economy of it -- its power source may run dry before we're ready for whatever comes next."

"The risks of letting these little buggers out outweighs that a bit, I think," Phoenix said. "If we can just by enough time for Aquilai, Xeno, Goom and Broken to find the cure --"

"Broken?" Faerie inquired.

"He thinks that whatever caused this . . . incident was magically-induced, at least, in part," Phoenix explained.

"Fusing science and magic?" Faerie guessed. "That's . . . that's a very dangerous ****tail of unpredictability. You'd have to either be crazy or desperate or just mentally unstable to think that it would be a good idea. It's like carelessly mixing magicks -- not a wise thing to do."

"Yeah, Broken indicated as much," Phoenix nodded.

Meanwhile, Yarin activated the portable Code Avalon sending a periwinkle-lavender energy dome around the city as the RAFians worked to evacuate it. Oceanspray and Parker scoured the exterior premier, looking for any and every straggler and eliminating them. They were trying their utmost to be extremely and exceedingly thorough, as this infection could not be allowed to spread. They had to nip this in the bud before it became a worldwide cataclysm.

They would deal with the ramifications and consequences for this hasty containment at a later date.

***

Malice wasn't too happy.

The fact the portable Code Avalon mockup had managed to incinerate her spying bug camera, which was her primary way of viewing what was going on. She had a secondary one, but still the fact the primary one was destroyed annoyed her.

But she could still view the goings-on at the city. She was slightly amused when she saw the city being evacuated and the attempted quarantine of the city until this whole mess is taken care of. She was confident that this quarantine would not hold and the portable Code Avalon would fail.

She was quite confident and arrogantly assured that her little curse of magic and science would spread beyond the city. Beyond the region. Beyond the nation. Beyond the continent. The world's food supply would be endangered, infected, and inedible.

This world would starve. It would be a slow, painful, and agonizing death -- much like when the meteor hit the Earth and caused the extinction of the dinosaurs. True, the world eventually bounced back from that, but many of the dominant species did not.

Mankind would not survive this. And she would revel in that fact.

***

"They've exceeded their authority," said Senator Mitchell Obstruere said, pompously. "They've no legal standing in which to quarantine the city. They've no possible reason for doing it."

"They've done so without the consent of the federal government," said Senator Sean Turgeo, with an irritating vainglorious tone. Like Senator Obstruere, he was a very grandiloquent man who had a very high opinion of himself, despite basically being a brazen obstructionist. "They did not allow the proper procedure for such a thing. There are proper channels that one must go through before any action of this magnitude are taken."

"They acted imprudently," said Senator Candy Insolens, pretentious and sanctimonious. "They overstepped their bounds. This cannot and will not stand."

Such was the conceited rhetoric of the bigwigs in the nation's government. There was a voice of reason here and there, such as Senator Bernard Reson, but they were few and far between. It was still a debate on whether or not to be punitive towards the forum on this.

The fact that there was a potential worldwide crisis being contained was not permitted to be discussed by the majority of the government, or outright dismissed.
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 13, 2017, 08:27:59 AM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER TEN:
Saddened and Depressed

"Please, Aniyu, I --"

"Allow yourself to grieve," she pushed gently.

Cloak found himself on his hands and knees. His right hand over his heart. He felt his heart squeezing hard, as if someone put in a hydraulic press. The veil of unreality seemed to have lifted for him ever so slightly as his eyes watered. As his tears splattered the floor of this purplish-black void. Unlike in the Realms, these tears did not sear the ground, burning and scorching it.

His sobs came out as stilted gasps as tears flowed in a strong stream down his face, matting his feline fur into streaks rather reminiscent to that of a cheetah. He had almost unconsciously stopped himself from feeling this. From feeling this as deeply as he should, as he needed to feel this. It was subconscious defense mechanism, he supposed, to protect himself, emotionally, from even more pain. But in doing so, he blocked the only way he could truly grieve, as grieving could be an emotionally arduous task, but, like Aniyu said, one that must be done to move onward with one's life.

He hesitated. Wary of feeling these . . . these unpleasant feelings of sadness and sorrow. He had to plunge into this well of sadness -- but not too deep. It would not do to wallow in despair. He just needed to experience this sadness and sorrow. Experience it and move onward. Allow himself to experience it, and move onward.

Only with this, could he truly accept his aunt's passing. He should've find solace in the mere fact that she went peacefully. She went in her sleep. But his heart still ached for his dear aunt, the pain in his heart and soul at her exit from this life. He never got to say "thank you" to her . . . there was so much left unsaid . . . there was so much left undone . . .

So much . . .

His heart ached with the loss. He felt as if his very soul was being squeezed, as if it was being wrung out. He felt his body's grief-stricken heaving, vibrating with his sorrow. He felt . . . he felt . . .

Here, he didn't have to keep up the pretense of being aloof and emotionless. Here, he didn't have to pretend that things didn't get to him, that he didn't get frustrated and irritated, that he didn't get stressed out . . . he didn't have to worry about never showing weakness or vulnerability.

Granted, he never had to do this with the forum and his Dweller friends, but he was so conditioned to be this way. For over two Dweller Earth centuries, he was conditioned not to show any emotion that his mother did not approve of. He came to deeply internalize his emotions, especially when his powers became linked to them. He ran from them, as he always did. He feared his emotions. He feared himself when he became emotional. When he lost control of himself, and the elements, as well.

Wheeza was always kind to him. Granted, they did not always get along -- but never having disagreements with loved ones? That is an impossibility. Disagreements are bound to happen, and are inevitable. But Wheeza did not react the same way to "insubordination" they way his mother did. Wheeza was never verbally abusive.

When his mother had kicked him out the house and, Cloak had believed, out of the family, Wheeza came to his rescue. She correctly deduced that his only real problem at that time was a lack of confidence. She had enabled him to come and actually live in the Prime Universe with his RAFian friends. It was she who came up with the idea to line his thread with the same fabric that all Realm Walker cloaks were made out of, so to block his corona from destroying that which he held dear.

All done with an irreverent sense of humor and honesty. He would miss her greatly -- both she and Faith were far more like mothers to him than his actual mother, his biological mother, a woman who was desperately and sadly fearful of losing control of those around her and pathetically incapable of taking accountability or responsibility for her own actions.

It was amazing two remarkably different women came from the two same parents.
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 12, 2017, 06:40:46 PM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER NINE:
An Impossible Impasse

"Then how do we . . ." Saffa said, half-paying attention, half-dealing with some killer kale. "How do we stop this without causing a worldwide famine?"

"It's a Sophie's choice," Helen said, knowingly. "A decision where every alternative option has significant negative consequences. We can destroy every infected vegetable, fruit, etcetera -- which would lead to worldwide famine. Or we can do nothing as more of the world's food supply is transformed into these monstrous sins against nature. Which would still lead to worldwide famine, as no one will want to eat this produce, mutated by whatever agent was used to cause this mess."

"It's also a Hobson's choice," Melissa said, deftly dealing with a pugilistic pumpkin. "A choice between the primary option or nothing at all. We can do what we've been doing -- and causing an unholy mess while we're at it -- or we can do nothing."

"Regardless," Parker said, seriously, wiping away a smashed tomato from his visor. He wasn't particularly pleased -- he had just cleaned that visor not more than thirty, forty minutes ago, it felt like. "The fact of the matter remains that we must do something. Something substantial preferably. Because inaction is also a choice."

"Trouble is," GH said, almost uncharacteristicall y pragmatic, "this is a sort of 'effed if we do, effed if we don't' type of scenario. The real question is what do we do about this? We cannot simply destroy every fruit, vegetable, seed, and whatever edible plant that can be afflicted with this . . . whatever it is. The only solution I can see is to just contain it within a small area and prevent its spread."

"No wisecracks, GH?" Dino chided.

"Now's not the time for it, Dino," GH said seriously. He glanced back at the direction at the forum. He had forbidden Leatherhead from coming, leaving him with the house-elves to watch -- he was fond of them, even with the names that Shadow had once given them. He had a bit of a fondness for a female one that Shadow named Ozzie -- after an Oshawott she had once befriended.

Maybe that put his parenting in question, but GH couldn't bring him into this, and all the RAFians were needed to deal with this potentially devastating problem. LH was too young for a real mission. He was only six years old. Leatherhead was still a young child . . . but GH's attention was split between his guilt of this, the situation at hand, and smashing some cumbersome cucumbers that wanted to beat him into submission.

"A cure needs to be found, and fast," Spectre said, not sure if his powers could reverse it, and the actual Spectre spirit wasn't exactly talkative. "We cannot destroy everything. GH is right -- containment may be the only viable option we have to us."

"Then the question is how," Shenmue said, seriously, "how can we contain all the infected produce? And be absolutely sure none escape?"

"Have project a portable form of Code Avalon over the entire city?" Parker suggested, seemingly displeased with the mush littering the road asphalt and sidewalk, making simply walking slippery. "Institute a quarantine and evacuate everyone out of the city into the relative safety of the outside world."

"We don't have that kind of authority," Phoenix said. "The government would see it as exceeding our authority."

"Then where the bloody hell are they?" Faerie said, harshly. "Where's their
grand solution? Where's their action? I'll tell you. They have none planned. They always react too late. They waste their time bickering when action is called for, and rush in hastily when deliberation and planning are called for."

She took a shuttering breath, as if she was feeling emotional.

"We're the ones on the ground every time a potential worldwide crisis like this happens. Where are they? Tucked away in their little safe spaces, issuing orders for others to die or be maimed in their stead. Then they have the nerve to act all offended when you confront the cowards with this fact."

She stopped to watch as a potato and tomato began to attack each other.

"Screw them," she said. "Let them bleat about 'exceeding our authority' when we make the danger pass. Again."
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 11, 2017, 01:04:06 PM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER EIGHT:
Bargaining Begging

Cloak's anger was now quickly evaporating. He let it go in an almost apathetic way.

"She has to come," he told Aniyu. He still had his back to her, but he was now on his knees, unaware of the internecine threat in the waking world. "She . . . she has to."

"She can't, Cloak," Aniyu said, rather infuriatingly patient. "She's neither a Master of the Six Elements, nor a Truth Dreamer. She cannot connect to you in this way, young Dreamer, no matter the strength of your bond when she was alive."

"Maybe . . . maybe I've done something wrong, then," Cloak said, not ready to accept Aniyu's truthful words. "Maybe . . . maybe this is just the wrong place. Maybe she came to another place, and I missed her. Maybe I still have time to meet her there!"

Aniyu only said on word, still with the patience of a saint, "Where?"

Cloak didn't have an answer for that, as he was clearly grasping at straws. Cloak's mind threw around other possibilities, each more unlikely than the last.

"Cloak, you need to allow yourself to grieve," Aniyu said, with the utmost seriousness. "You cannot continue this way. I know that she loved you, and you her, but she's Beyond the Veil. She cannot come back. She lives only in the memories of those who loved her, in your memories."

"Maybe . . . maybe I did something wrong," Cloak stammered, looking for any other solution, rather than face the truth. "Maybe I should . . . should . . . uh . . . um . . ."

"Cloak," Aniyu said, kindly, but firmly. Like a parent would. "No matter how much you cast around for impossible solutions and implausible scenarios, the truth still stands and it will always stand. It may seem cruel, but sugarcoating it would do you no good, young Dreamer."

"Please, Aniyu," the RAFian said, almost begging. "Please let me see her . . ."

Aniyu sighed deeply, but not in an irritable or huffy way. It was a good-naturedly, motherly sigh of exasperation. "Cloak. I am not stopping her from coming."

"Please . . ."

It was rather odd seeing the being that had kept the world rotating, to thwart the Machiavellian machinations of an ailurosapien whose name happened to coincide with a common internet abbreviation, now in this very emotionally vulnerable state. Granted, this was essentially all his head, and could very well not be true at all, but these emotions? They were real.

"Cloak, I cannot just make her arbitrarily manifest," Aniyu said. Her voice was soft, yet firm.

And it was true that he had not allowed himself to grieve. He had allowed himself to get distracted with the various RAFian missions. He pushed away his emotions, and he focused on other things. He had thought he had grieved . . . but he hadn't allowed him to grieve deeply. Part of him was stuck in the sticky tar of incredulous disbelief that she was really gone.

"Please, Aniyu. Please . . ."

Part of him almost expected that he could go and talk to her at any time, as if she was alive again. The reality of her death, the sheer finality of it, had never really hit home yet. He was still under the veneer of disbelief.

"Allow yourself to grieve, Cloak." Aniyu said. "Only then, can you truly accept her passing."
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 10, 2017, 06:02:23 AM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER SEVEN:
Acknowledgement of a Problem

"I just thought of something," Aquilai said, as he surveyed the damages and heard a produce merchant loudly lament "My cabbages!"

Cabbages that killed and ate sewer rats the size of an old rag, their appetites insatiable as a Guzzlord. They were rudely stomped by a passing Dino, her thick, scaly hide practically untouchable by the fangs and claws of the produce.

The merchant seemed to consider the fact that they seemed to be willing to move up from rat to human flesh, and decided that it was probably for the better that they were gone. But they were his livelihood . . . but if they killed him, eating him, having a livelihood wouldn't matter one lick. He dismissed it, saying, "Oh, forget it."

"What?" Xeno said. "There is still more of that infected produce to deal with, Aquilai."

"That's just it," Aquilai said, mind going eleven thousand miles a minute. "The produce -- the contagion that made them . . . like this."

"What about it?" Gaz said, as Lazerbeak wheeled around her like an Orbitar from "Kid Icarus".

"It's contagious," Aquilai explained, forcing his mind to slow down so he could put it into words, "it's catching to any uninfected produce within a very short proximity and very short incubation time."

"What's your point?" Faerie said, deftly slicing a really annoying orange into quarters, somehow with a single strike.

"Faerie, consider the larger stake in this," Aquilai said, "no form of produce is immune."

Sakki whistled a sonic whistle which shredded a murderous magosteen into ribbons and mess. Then she said, "Cut to the chase, Aquilai. We don't have time to --"

She turned what would be a slip on produce slush and mess and a hard landing on her backside into a handspring and somersault. She didn't expect or require any accolades or adulation for this perfectly executed maneuver, as she had honed it in the forum training room -- affectionately known as the "Danger Room".

"-- have time for lengthy antidotes." Sakki concluded, as if she were not interrupted. "Get to the point."

"I was just trying to impress upon you the potential worldwide consequences of this," Aquilai said, quite concerned. "No produce is safe from this viral contagion. None are immune. Consider the problems that would arise if there were no uncontaminated produce in the world."

Silence greeted this pronouncement, aside from the shrieks and snarls of the produce now being smashed and mashed to bits. The streets were littered with the remnants, debris, and various detritus from these fights. The gravity of the situation was being acknowledged by all.

"What we're looking at is a potential worldwide famine," Aquilai said, seriously. "And we need to stop it."

"Good idea!" GH said. "Any idea how?"

***

Malice cackled and crowed as she followed the conversation. "They finally got it. They finally understand my genius. They can finally appreciate the futility of their predicament."

She gave a laugh of which the Joker would be envious.

"There is no cure!" she said, savoring the moment of reveal. "Science will not undo it. Magic cannot undo it. It cannot be stopped. These Dwellers will die. They will starve -- animal feed is affected as well. Meat cannot last long without another food source. Biological specialists are more likely to die off than generalists."

She smiled a toothy grin, anticipating a crumbling resistance that would surely follow next. This was a rather slow burn scheme that had caught fire quickly and is close to becoming an inferno.
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 09, 2017, 09:31:40 PM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER SIX:
Angry Denial

"Liar!" Cloak said, abjectly rejecting everything that Aniyu said. "She'll be here. She will."

"Cloak," Aniyu said, insistently, "she won't come. She can't."

"You're lying!" Cloak said, angrily.

"Cloak," Aniyu said, "listen to me --"

"No!" Cloak said, obstinately. "You're wrong! She would not abandon me."

"Cloak," Aniyu said, "you're not allowing yourself to see the truth."

"I don't believe you," Cloak snapped.

"Cloak," Aniyu said, "you're not seeing this clearly."

"You're not seeing this clearly!" Cloak said, childishly stubborn, turning his back to her. He almost backhanded her when she went to turn him around to face her again. He stopped himself from striking his ancestor from who knows how many generations past.

She took a step back from him, keenly aware what inclination he had stopped. "You want to strike me down, Cloak? You want to lash at out at me? You want to attack me?"

She spread her arms out, palms up, head bowed. "Fine. Attack me, then."

Cloak, even in his anger, could not do this. His heart could not allow him to do that to someone who did not deserve violence. Violence should only be the recourse when none other are available -- although he was aware that in some circumstances in the past where he had reacted rashly, and used violence too quickly, made him rather hypocritical on this point.

He just turned his back to her again, and, once again, she turned him to face her. She said, "Cloak. Cloak, I'm not saying this to be mean. I'm not saying this to hurt you. I'm saying this because it's true. She won't come back because she can't."

Cloak said nothing. His anger had not ebbed in the least. He abjectly refused to believe what Aniyu was saying, and he wasn't willing to let go of his anger. Not just yet. It was actually starting to spread to Wheeza. What was taking her so long? Why didn't she show up just so Aniyu could be proven wrong?! Why . . . why was she taking so long? Why was she making him wait? She was never so cruel . . .

Maybe . . . just maybe . . .

No! No, he could not abide by that. He could not give Aniyu's words any credence. He would not. Wheeza never let him down before. She would be here. She would. He would see her again. He would hear her voice, her words, again. Feel her kind, understanding presence glowing with good humor. He would be able to speak to her again. See her smile, hear her laugh, again. . . .

"Cloak," Aniyu said, her words not reaching Cloak, "she cannot come. You haven't allowed yourself proper time to grieve over your loss. You pushed your feelings away,and refused to feel them."

He ran from them. Deep down, he knew it, but, in the current state that he was, he would never admit it. He kept hoping fruitlessly. For something -- for someone -- to never come.

Cloak was essentially hoping for something he'd see in the Mirror of Erised, something that was impossible to come true.
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 08, 2017, 05:18:48 AM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER FIVE:
Sheer Malice

Malice watched it as her little fusion of science and magic took hold. She watched with smug satisfaction. This scheme of hers was perfectly evil, and these RAFian pets of Cloak did not seem to realize the true genius of the scheme yet.

These Dwellers were always enjoyably slow-witted, Malice mused. They haven't even seen the true consequence of this produce animation spell . . .

Oh, look there. The spell is spreading to more fruits, vegetables, legumes, seeds, and the like. More and more of the produce are being animated with fangs and clawed hands. The magical contagion, she projected, would eventually sweep over all produce of the nation, then other nations, and then globally. All produce would become carnivorous.

And simply destroying and killing all the killer produce would not be a very viable solution either, as Malice grinned at her own perceived genius. Because the destruction of the killer produce would not revert the foodstuffs back to their original form, and would make it impossible to be edible again.

She cackled at the thought, smiling a toothy, Tasmanian devil* smile. Realm Walkers aren't required to eat like the Realm Dwellers are. Besides, due to their coronas, they can't even eat Dweller food. Theirs is basically a species that has a self-sustenance power, though they do require rest and sleep from time to time. It is rare when a Realm Walker won't or can't sleep, as they have problems with insomnia as Dwellers do (though the more bigoted Walkers would claim that it's worse than anything a Dweller has to deal with). So, this super-contagion would have no real impact on her or Cloak.

But Cloak's friends and allies at the forum? They wouldn't fare so easily. Sure, some of them like Oceanspray or Spectre did not require food, but a fair lot of them were human, or species that required consumption of outside resources for sustenance. They were not immune from starvation from this perverse famine. If this were not to be remedied, then they most assuredly would starve.

And, of course, this is precisely what Malice wanted. She wanted to see Cloak suffer, for him to see his friends dying one by one a most slow and painful death. Wanted to see him struggle to save them, see the futility of the action. Writhe with painful agony that nothing he can do can make the situation better, nothing he could do could save his little pets.

What did she care if she had to sacrifice the entire life on a planet in order to do so? It was all worth it, in her view, as long as she got her momentary, fleeting pleasures from it. That's how she saw, not only Dwellers, but even other Realm Walkers. They were all expendable to her -- mere ants beneath her magnifying glass to burn indiscriminately. They really served no other purpose but that which she decided for them. She saw their deaths as meaningless and inconsequential, as if this were just some sort of big video game where there was an infinite chance to respawn.

But she was aware of the grim finality of Dweller deaths would be. She just dismissed it, as a man would when he stomped and crushed an ant or spider beneath the heel of his boot. They were just NPCs to her -- their lives had no purpose other than what they could do or give to her.

You could really consider her life rather sad and pathetic. In her roughly eighty years of life (or eight hundred years, by Dweller Earthling standards), she's never had a true friend. She's never wanted one. She spurned every attempt at friendliness or affection, unless she could use it to manipulate the person for her own ends. Her family life was also apathetic and detached. She never married, and never bore any children. She considered marriage a form of imprisonment and considered raising children an inconvenience, an annoyance, and a bother. She considered both a waste of time and energy, and only the stupid would go for it.

Of course, this gets interesting in . . . well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.



* This
and not this
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 07, 2017, 06:29:36 AM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER FOUR:
Anger Tempest

Cloak continued to run. To run to the spot that he felt assured that she would be there. That she would be there so that he would be able to speak to. She had to be there -- she had never let him down before. She had never caused him pain before . . .

He was nearing the place now. She should be there, he believed with every bit of his heart. She would be there. She would. In this midnight blue blue void, where there were no visible ground upon which to stand, but the ground was still there, firmly supporting his weight. There was no sound with every step he took, but he found himself not really caring about that.

She would be there. He would talk to her again. He would see her again. He wanted this so much. He desired this so much that he would have seen it in the Mirror of Erised.

She wasn't there.

No matter, no matter. Cloak was just early. That was just it. He was early and she hadn't arrived yet. That was all. She would be there. She would . . .

But she wasn't.

Why was she making him wait? He never had to wait for Sage or Aniyu to manifest themselves. Perhaps she was just waiting to make an entrance, like Sage did just before he took him upon Epiphany Road? He wasn't too sure about it, and he felt a small bit of anger bubbling in him.

He did not notice the midnight blue of the void slowing and subtly translating from midnight blue to a color somewhere between maroon and dark red. And it did so as his anger grew and bubbled within him.

She was really being inconsiderate now, making him wait. The void now filled with a barn red mist, which swirled around Cloak in a loose circle. She was never this inconsiderate to him before . . . anger was building in him . . . why was he being disrespected like this?

Was this because she supposedly told his mother to tell him to forget that grizzly bear piece of . . . well, that's too bad! He would never accept his mother back into his life. She shut that door and burned that bridge, and he would not be the one rebuilding the bridge or opening the door. He may have accepted his mother for what she was, but that did not mean that his severe antipathy towards her was in any way extinguished.

No, that couldn't be it, Cloak said, trying to stem his anger. But why was she making him wait?! It had really been too long now. She was taking too long to manifest. It didn't take Aniyu or the past Masters nearly this long to do the same. What was taking her so long?! He could no longer tell if he was angry or just really impatient at this point.

He was so sure that she'd be here. . . .

"She won't come," said a familiar voice behind him.

"You don't know that, Aniyu!" Cloak spat angrily, not deigning to look at her.

"But, Cloak," she said, sadly, "I do."

"No, you don't!!" Cloak said, still irate.

Aniyu pulled Cloak around -- which was not easy as she, as a lupine Realm Walker, was smaller than Cloak, a tiger Realm Walker. She said, "Cloak, she won't come. She won't come, because she can't."
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 06, 2017, 07:15:29 AM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER THREE:
The Attack

RAF was dispatched immediately to deal with this strange new threat. But many of the RAFians couldn't believe just how ludicrous and comical this new threat actually was.

Dameg and Demos had to duel with demented durian and dangerous desert yams.

Bladeh and Broken had to deal with bellicose bananas and belligerent beets.

Abby and Aquilai had to fight with aggressive apples and antagonistic arracacia.

Cerulean and Cloudbreaker had contend with carnivorous carrots and cantankerous cassava.

Esplin and E2 fought some excited egusi and enthused eggplants.

"Attack of the killer produce.
Attack of the killer produce.
They'll bash you, squish you,
Smash you, mash you,
Chew you up for brunch,
And finish you off
For dinner and lunch.
"

Horse and Hylian Dan fought harmful hanza and hellish hyacinth beans.

FuBar and Foxglade fought ferocious fennel and fierce filbert.

Guy and Gafrash fought great bunches of grapes and garroting grapefruit.

Jess and JFalcon fought juniper berries and jackfruit.

"They're marching down the halls.
They're crawling up the walls.
They're gooey, gushy,
Squishy, mushy --
Rotten to the core!
They're standing outside the door!
"

Nohensen and Noelle were dealing with nectarines and nannyberries.

Leigh and Liz were dealing with lethal lettuce and lotus seeds.

Kitkat and KitsuneMarie were dealing with killer kale and killer kola nuts.

Magdaleen and Mr. Guy were dealing with murderous mangoes and magosteen.

Oceanspray and OrcaMorph were dealing with oranges and olives.

" Remember Kandy Farfedge --
While taking out her garbage,
She turned around, and she did see
PRODUCE! Hiding in her tree.
And, now, she's just a memory!
"

Terenia and ThinkAgain dealt with tangerines and thimbleberries.

Richard and RiakDemendred dealt with rhubarb and raspberries.

Parker and Pallosalama dealt with pompous potatoes and pretentious pistachios.

QIfry and Quaf dealt with quandong and quince

Sakki and Shanker dealt with strawberries and snow berries.

"I know she's gonna miss her.
A potato ate her sister.
The produce is on their way!
"

Yarin and Yunyun battle youngberries and yumberries.

Visser :3 and Voodooqueen dealt with vanilla and velvet tamarinds.

Underseen and Unknown User dealt with undying ulex flowers and underwhelming urtica.

Whammy and wildwethel dealt with wax apples and wolfberries.

Zohrra and ZombieGoast battled zucchini and zwetschge.

"The president is on vacation!
The governor's fled the nation!
The police have gone on strike today,
The National Guard has run away,
Produce will have their day.
Attack of the killer produce.
Attack of the killer produce.
They'll bash, squish you,
Smash you, mash you,
Chew you up for brunch,
And finish you off for dinner and lunch.
"

"GH!" Saffa said sharply. She looked no worse the wear after the personality pearl incident a few days ago. She felt well enough to scold GH for singing while everyone else was fighting, anyway. "How is this helping?!"



SOURCE SONG: https://youtube.com/watch?v=b3uIKzgcDxo
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 05, 2017, 04:15:45 PM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER TWO:
Denial of Doubt

Cloak was aware of how this may turn out. How he may be disappointed. But his waking self was still slumbering and he was still lucid dreaming. So he had a chance, and opportunity to reconnect . . .

He couldn't pass it up. He couldn't.

He would be able to speak to her again. Be able to . . . able to . . . to say all the things that he never got the chance to. This would work he was sure of it. There was so much . . . so much that wanted to say. So much that he needed to say, but never had the chance to.

Just the thought that he may be able to speak with her again . . . his heart and soul ached with anticipation. There was no way that he wouldn't be able to. So what if she wasn't an Elements Master? So what if she wasn't a Truth Dreamer? He would have one last moment with her.

He would be able to see her again. This could work. This would work. He would make it so. He had to believe this, and he did. So what if she wasn't Elements Master or a Truth Dreamer or anything like that? Those weren't stipulations. They were but mere coincidences.

He would see her again. He would. He knew it in his heart and soul. He had to just see her again . . .

***

A dark figure stood in the produce aisle of the local grocery store. She looked at all the eclectic selection of produce in various stands. Cherries. Chestnuts. Strawberries. Asian and western pears. Guava. Apricots. Bearberries. Blueberries. Blackberries. Artichokes. Chili beans. Wax apples. Babaco. Apples. Oranges.  Persimmon. Grapefruit. Figs. Kiwis. Mangoes. Papaya. Raspberries. Bananas. Pineapples. Pomegranates. ****lebur fruit. Corn cobs. Custard apples. Durian. Longan fruit. Bunches of grapes. Strawberry guava. Honeydew melons. Jabuticaba. Fingered citrons. Akebia fruit. Ackee. Langsat fruit. Lychee fruit. Plums. Mangosteen. Marang. Miracle fruit. Lemons. Cocoa beans. Coconuts. Pistachios. Peaches. Pitaya. Loquats. Rambutans. Tamarinds. Roselles. Rose apples. Salak. Cashew nuts and fruit. Horned melons. Starfruit. Tomatoes. Pitanga. Pecans. Parmentiera fruit. Watermelons. Cherimoya. Eggplants. Pumpkins. And more produce was present.

The woman -- who was obviously Malice -- opened the flask of the science-y goo that was forest green and blood red substances, swirling in cavorting, gamboling way. She uncorked it, and this seemed to almost excite the substance within, which began to froth and foam.

She chanted with an ethereally spooky manner:

"Carnivorous animation.
Mystic power that's far beyond the wildest notion.
It's so weird, so feared, yet wonderful to see!
Carnivorous animation, come to me
I don't want herbaceous substantiation,
Or remote sebaceous convolution.
Only one precise solution is the key.
Carnivorous animation, it must be.
Carnivorous animation.
Lovely carnivorous animation.
You make eclectic history.
"

Then she end this chant with what sounded like, "Nunc vive. Nunc vescendum. Non saturabimini.*"

The green-and-red substance turned into magic and adhered itself to the produce. It was like a magical contagion. A contagious magical contagion. This could prove to be a lasting problem. And Malice knew this full well as her malicious smile demonstrated as she walked away. . . .



SOURCE SONG: https://youtube.com/watch?v=PpmshIjeSv8

* Yes, I used Google Translate for this. It's supposed to mean "Live now. Feed now. Don't be sated." in Latin, but came out "Now live. Now the meal. Not satisfied." which, honestly, I thought still worked. Bit of the behind-the-scenes info, for those interested.
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 05, 2017, 07:55:32 AM »

New chapter.

BOOK CLIX:
ATTACK OF THE KILLER PRODUCE

CHAPTER ONE:
Cloudy With a Chance of Fiends

Parker was dispatched to the floating weather institute. Why anyone ever thought this facility was a good idea, he didn't know. The place would be a prime target for anyone with terrorist inclinations. Do these people not consider security?

He didn't like it -- he didn't like how he even had to have Yarin drop him off at this podunk meteorological facility. He did not like all the sheer dropoffs he saw with not so much as a hand railing in sight. How has the Occupational Safety and Health Administration not condemned this place yet? The lack of handrails alone had to constitute a serious violation, let alone what potentially lay within.

Was the place staffed by aurorae or something? Parker couldn't help but wonder as he walked inside to find key bits of the floor missing. There was no way that this facility was O.S.H.A. approved. At least, by a competent inspector.

Fortunately, the fiend was not hard to find, having made its den in on of the open air parts of the facilities on a floating, circular platform. The creature was stout, yet about six and a half feet tall. It had what appeared to be five orange-flavored orange lollipops, fanned out, attached to a growth on its back that was scarlet with a purple ring around it -- these actually acted as lightning rods and the source of the fiend's electrokinesis. Its body plan had a vaguely fat teardrop shape, and its face was set into the top of its body -- if you could call it a face, as it only consisted of round, human-like eyes (yellow sclera and purple irises) set deep into the fiend's body and stern mouth. Its lower body was completely legless and surrounded in white, fluffy clouds, separated by a shiny, metallic ring with metallic orange studs. It floated instead of walking. The top of its head was blue-and-purple striped and shaped like a Hershey's kiss. It's body was blue, with three red, horizontal bars on its chest, its abdomen was dark blue with two metallic studs, and its vest-like armor was blue with purple trim. Its shoulder pads was orange with purple trim apparently affixed by large Phillips-head screws, over its blue shoulders. Its upper arms were white, its lower arms were blue with a purple stripe that had two metal studs vertically. Its wrists were purple and its hands were black.

Parker quickly assessed the situation. The fiend floated up from the center of the room, then it charged electrically himself (evidently, invincible while doing so) to fire his lightning from that height towards the RAFian. The electric bolt acted as a fast lightning bolt that created four electric spheres that go by the floor when it hits the ground (two from each side of the electric bolt). It could be avoided by jumping over the lightning, so it may fail to hit Parker along with the four electric spheres, or even fail to hit the ground. Right after that, he floated to Parker's level, and then casts rain and wind that tried to push Parker into the pit or pushing him towards the fiend to collide with him, then pushing Parker onto the pit. It will stay in the same spot and electrically charge himself again, then shock the floor, creating the same electric spheres, and he does this twice in a row. As the rain and wind's power are higher than Parker's, he had to dive to avoid falling, while jumping so he avoided the electric spheres. After the rain stopped, the fiend started chasing the RAFian, leaving a small gap below him so Parker can slide to avoid contact with him. It then repeats this attack pattern.

Parker had an intuitive, sneaking suspicion that it would be weak to his sticky bombs. When the SPARTAN gave it a test go, it worked exceptionally well, despite the fiend appearing to have tanked it. The explosion caused the fiend to lose its cloud lower half and come slamming into the ground for increased damage. Both to the fiend and the platform.

Six more sticky bombs finished off the creature -- and the platform. It began to drop to the ground, not like a stone but a meteor. Parker called Yarin to demand he get his butt over here. When he did and picked up Parker, the SPARTAN deftly destroyed the plateform into harmless debris.

Fortunately, no one lived in the area below them.

***

Demos called it a "nimbisapien".

***

Again, Malice apparently lost interest in the whole fiend fiasco. She was focused on her next scheme, holding a vial of some strange, science-y goo.
Posted by: Cloak
« on: October 04, 2017, 11:43:54 PM »

New chapter.

CHAPTER TWENTY:
Fit to Burst

Azguard was dispatched to investigate a flooding chemical plant. It was a dangerous mission, and one that he wasn't exactly to keen on. He entered the plant on dry land, and that remained so until about a minute later.

His route was completely blocked off by water. It looked fine. Safe enough to swim . . . but should he take that risk? Even if he had iced his way down there, he could possibly pick up something, some sort of parasite, that he would find immediately undesirable. Hell, that might not even be water at all, just a chemical that looks like water, and is odorless.

Better not take chances. Az just pulled an Iceman and created an ice bridge right above this water, and proceeded onward.

It wasn't too long before Azguard came to a padded room that this fiend decided to make its den. The creature had round, human-like eyes (yellow sclera and black irises) set into an orange head that looked like a rook chess piece with purple circular earholes on the sides. It had a purple mouth plate and a forehead plate. It had green growth attached to its back, with brown corrugated tubes attached to the front of its orange torso, with two stiff transparent structures that showed the purple explosives that were its weapon. It had two purple vertical stripes on its shoulder, and its upper arms and thighs were white. Its forearms were orange with a purple right wrist and black hand. It did not have a left hand, but some sort of bubble generator with a purple muzzle with a black interior and a green core. Its lower legs were orange with white and purple bar markings. Its pod-like feet were black atop with white soles, with a purple ankles with green centers.

Before the battle commensed, Azguard assessed quickly that there are two hazards in this room -- some Insta-Death brand spikes on the ceiling, and the walls which would make him bounce through the room.

This fiend appeared to have only two attacks: his first one involved in using its bubble generator and shooting three yellow bubbles that would make Az bounce backwards and towards the walls, then planting his bubble cannon on the floor and making big bubbles rise from where Az is standing. The yellow bubbles can be destroyed with the ice shards, and then Az would have to move around the room to avoid being carried by the bubbles to the spikes. Its second attack involved in shooting three bubble-encased explosives, and then jumping high. The bubble-encased explosives would chase Az and encase him, carrying him to the ceiling, and, if the brand was to be believed, killing him. They can be avoided by jumping on them when they are low enough, which would make them rise and pop on the ceiling, dropping the stray explosive, however. The explosive will explode after a short time. If Az presumably got caught in one of these, he could escape from the bubble by freezing it rapidly. If Az was potentially running out of space, Az should slide below the fiend, if it jumps to regain space.

Az continued to assess the fiend, and strongly suspected that it was weak to extremes in temperature. He hoped that that was not just wishful thinking. But it was worth a try, was it not?

Az quickly formed a shurriken shaped like a generic snowflake -- he had no idea why he wanted to form a cryokinetic construct in this shape, but decided to just roll with it. Then he flung the construct as if it were a Frisbee. It made direct contact with its abdomen.

The fiend flinched backward, causing four purple explosives to drop around it. Exploding around him, harming the fiend greatly. But it manages to tank the explosions enough.

"Lather, rinse, repeat," Az said, as he proceed to do this maneuver another six times, slaying the fiend on the sixth snowflake Frisbee. It was over, and Az deftly left. "Hope Kelly can heal me if I got any diseases from that water . . ."

***

Demos called it a "basutosapien". He made it so it could guard chemical plants.

***

Malice didn't watch this at all. She was already onto her next scheme.