Memoirs of a RAFian

[Cloak]

I haven't written them out, per se, though, Underseen.  Just planned out the chapters out.  And Gaz is so fond of Beaky . . . She's so gonna hate me come Chapter 15 of Book XCIII: "The Brand". . . .

[Underseen]

Spoilers...  C'mon you told us the exact book and chapter.

[Cloak]

Uh huh.  Besides I'm having trouble having this iPad letting me modify the previous post with the list.

[Underseen]

Only problem now is how long it would take for you to write on the Ipad.

[Cloak]

Y'know, as much as I hate to do it, I'm gonna have to forgo the list.  Too much of a pain in the butt to mess with right now.

Well, anyway, if some words look weird, it's also because I have to contend with the blasted autocorrect.  So, new chapter sometime tomorrow, unless I'm busy helpin' out.

[Underseen]

That's actually good. You make me kinda want to get into writing on RAF, but I have nothing to write about D:

[Cloak]

Okay, the first chapter via iPad. . . .

Chapter Twenty:
Similarities

Over the the next few following days, Cloak couldn't think of a thing other than the abusive relationship of Malice and Abomination.  Of it's similarity to him and his mother.  Ursa had always been a supercilious sort, narcissism at the core, unable to admit personal faults, deeming those that she turned against as losers.

Cloak remembered with a pang that she said the same of him, to his face, not too long ago.  At the time, he craved her approval, much like Abomination craved Malice's affections.  This he could understand, if involuntarily.

While Abomination was not an innocent person -- he knew full well that he was harming or inconveniencing people -- this whole thing with Malice was rapidly extinguishing his hate for his old foe, much like the hatred for his own mother had burned itself out.  He now pitied the both of them.  His mother, for her inability to see herself as a flawed being, very capable of making errors. Abomination, for being so . . . Desperate for love and companionship, he turns a blind eye to the verbal abuse that Malice so kindly decided to bestow upon him.

Cloak held out hope, just a little, that Abomination would see just how volatile his situation was, just how abusive it was.  Would see like Cloak did.  Would untangle himself from that noxious personality that Malice was.

In Cloak's mind, the reprise of his falling out with his mother came as a song . . . As his mother singing the reprise to "Mother Knows Best".

"Cloak, are you okay?"

It was Underseen, Gaz and Aquilai, but Underseen was the one who had spoken.

"I'm fine," Cloak said, rather repressively.  "Just thinking."

When he did not elaborate, the three looked ant one another, while Laserbeak squawked nosily, as if prodding Cloak to explain himself. Gaz quickly shushed him, though he complained about it.

"Quiet down, Beaky." Gaz scolded. Laserbeak glared at Gaz in what appeared to be a mutinous look, causing Gaz to chatise him, "Oh, don't you give me that look now."

***

Meanwhile, a good distance away from the city and RAF, on a nicely sandy beach, someone or something slurped ominously as if it just finished a meal of an unwary, foolish passerby.  Like a trapdoor spider that had already pounced on a juicy, tender morsel.

Then the beach went back to being and looking completely normal and harmless.  But only a fool judges anything based on appearances.

[Cloak]

Book XXII:
The Pits of Terror
Chapter One:
A Day At The Beach

Cloak still proved to be a bit moody three days past.  He kept to his ruminations, and kept them to himself.  It was festering in him, and his thread was where he was spending most of his time.  Naturally, his RAFian friends began to worry about him.

Then Dino decides that the RAFians need some recreational time, time to clear their heads after the effects of what happened that full Yeerk feeding cycle ago.  She suggests the beach.  The Andalite RAFians refused, unable to grasp why the beach was such a desirable destination, with all that sand and whatnot.

Goom, Gaz, Faerie, Parker, Ash, and Underseen agree to go, the others that may of had interest were unable due prior commitments.  But the six then go about trying to concoct ways of convincing the Realm Walker RAFian to go with them.

***

"How'd I ever let you talk me into this?" Cloak wondered, as he stood upon the sand, looking thoroughly discomforted.  "I don't even like beach parties."

"Have you ever been to one?" Faerie asked shrewdly, guessing the truth.

"Not particularly," Cloak said.  "We really don't have beaches in the Nexus."

"No wonder you guys started Walking, then!" Ash teased, though the sour expression on Cloak's face remained etched there.  He had noticed some obviously-closeted Knights glaring at the seven, as if to say, how dare you ruin the sanctity of OUR beach!

Oh, how Cloak would love to terrakinetically send them into shark-infested waters and be done with it.  But he wasn't a savage.

The other RAFians ran and jumped and played, Parker evidently felt safe enough not to even wear that armor of his.  Or maybe he just got sick and tired of Tyr -- Cloak remembered hearing Parker argue heatedly with him just a scant twenty-four hours previously.

Meanwhile, Cloak remained where he stood, a foreboding silhouette on the beach's horizon.  He wore a rather forlorn-looking cloak, and it was tattered in some places, but it still did it's function well enough.

But it wasn't long before Cloak notice that the xenophobic family seemed to have left for the day.  Good . . . But why was Cloak getting this ominous feeling, this dreadful sensation around his gut?  cloak looked 'round, and saw that the others didn't seem to realize or sense something was off.  That something wasn't exactly kosher . . .

But what if he was mistaken?  What if he was seeing things that weren't really there?

Wait, what was that?!  Something moved under the beach . . . Cloak thought.  This sand was really messing up his earthsight, making things appear fuzzy and indistinct.  He could have just been seeing things again.

[Cloak]

Chapter Two:
Into The Pit

Cloak's unease did not go away, despite his futile attempts to ignore it.  Then, as the RAFians splashed back up to the beach in full frivolity and laughter, Cloak spied something quite odd and out of place with his wary eyes.

It was a child's pink stuffed bunny bearing a red shirt with illegible writing in yellow cursive.  Now, if human children are the same way with such items as young Realm Walkers are . . . then . . .

"Oh," Cloaked said, in preface to his Walker swear, which only loosely translates to English as "energy turds", but still sounded like a snarl to Dwellers.

The owner of the bunny would undeniably never forget it here, judging from the immaculate condition of it.  It was probably very important to him or her.  That leaves the only exp laxation that he or she left quite quickly and suddenly.  While it did cross his mind that it could be because that they were there and the adults seemed to be of the xenophobic, Knightly persuasion . . . Cloak could not help but think that's not the the reason they left -- Knights are a combative sort, and these people seemed to approve of such methods . . . And here they were, gone without so much as a whimper . . .

"We need to get off the beach." Cloak hailed to his friends.

"Oh, Cloak, don't be such a stick in the -- AAAHHHHHH!"

Gaz was gone!

"GAZ!!!!!"

The RAFians' cry was sure to carry, but it seemed that the sand and sea swallow it up as well as their little vampiric friend.  With a bellow of idignation and fury, Dino was next into whatever pit lurked beneath the sands.

What scared Cloak most was, though it looked like sand, it clearly was not.  It couldn't be earth sand, because it did not yield to Cloak's will, and he was the Lord of the Elements.  Lord of the Six Elements, and helpless to stop this . . . this . . . this whatever from doing what it was doing.

It didn't take a genius to divine what had happened to the human vacationeers.  With all the powers the RAFians had, combined,and they were still helpless.  The humans didn't stand anything remotely resembling a chance.

But to what fate?

One by one, all the RAFians, including Cloak himself, was pulled beneath the ever shifting sands.  He could not stop it, he could not slow his own decent down this sweeping, undulating shaft slick with sand and . . . And stuff he was profoundly happier not knowing its identity.

[Underseen]

Of course the Andalites decide not to go...

I wonder what Cloaks biggest fear is...

[Gaz]

Uh-oh...that doesn't sound good.

Glad to see updates! But, by all means, take all the time you need.

[Cloak]

Thanks, Gazzy.  And I had to change my signature . . . It's just easier on me to have it in that format. . . .

Chapter Three:
Deeper and Deepest

Cloak landed rather roughly on the bottom of . . . of wherever here was.  Cloak looked up and saw blackness, a blackness that even his feline eyes could not penetrate.  He could tell that the aperture was gone, sealed up.  The way onward was dimly lit, but he could some how tell that it was going deeper in, not out.  But it was the only way to go, as he could not seem to move what appeared to be stone, and he could not Walk for some reason.

Cloak did not like any of this.  Realm Walkers are accustomed to absolute freedom of mobility.  They hated to be confined in such a way.  But he hadn't any other choice or option but to proceed onward.  So, Cloak took a few tentative steps forward, and the ceiling didn't cave in on him.  He took this a more positive sign that it was safe to proceed further.

For the first few feet, it was large unexciting and calm and mild.  But, eventually, a roar of red, orange, blue and white flames erupted around him.  Cloak, starled by this, felt a twinge of fear, but, then the words of the fiery representation of himself.  He stood up a bit straighter, and, in ringing tones, told the flames to back off.

The flames complied, retreating to the walls rather like naughty children who had just been disciplined.  Disappearing into the wall until the heat and light they gave off vanished all along with the flames into the slick-looking, crystalline-looking walls.

Cloak elected not to take time to ponder this, and proceeded further, deeper, into whatever this play was.  It was uneventful for what felt like mile walked.  Then Cloak's ear picked up a distinct sound of chittering, a creepy refrain of his echoing footsteps.  Cloak had just realized that his footsteps were echoing.  How'd he missed that before now?

Suddenly, a blacklight flooded the tunnel, and Cloak recoiled violently.  There were scorpions, on the walls, the ceiling, the floor.  Some were of natural size, and some were unlikely, supernatural proportions.  Cloak felt a twinge of terror, before he shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and snapped his eyes opened.  Then, with a mighty bellow, he tells them to scram.  Surprisingly, they complied.  Even the large, obstinate-looking one.  ll vanished into invisible holes in the walls, ceiling, and floor.

Cloak gathered himself, taking in some deep breaths, and then proceeded deeper into the cave.  Then a considerable time later of walking down the tunnel, penetrating deeper and deeper, he saw the others.  He rejoiced at the sight of them . . . But then he saw . . . No, this cannot be right.  He saw Noelle, Ken, and Demos.  And more RAFians . . . that did not go to the beach.  How . . .

"What are you doing here?!" they all shouted as one.  Their voices had a buzzing, as if speaking through a very bad drive-tru speaker.  "What made you think we would want you back here?!"

"Wha--" Cloak began, feeling crushed.

"It is not real . . ." spoke a small voice, barely the volume of a whisper.

"Why . . . Why are you being like this?" Cloak said, unable to keep the hurt from his voice.

"it is not real . . ." the voice spoke again, a bit louder.

Cloak allowed this to resonate with him.  Then he realized that the others would never have treated him in such a cold, unfeeling, and heartless manner.  They, after all, weren't his mother.  Cloak stood up and stood tall.

"You're not real.  You're nothing but an illusion.  GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!"

"You don't know that we aren't," they replied Cooley and truthfully.  But, as Cloak really thought about it, the less real they seemed to be.  Cloak repeated what he said with such calm, but fierce, sincerity that they evaporated into a wisp of vapor.

This time, he had to wait even longer before something happened, a deeper fear.  He saw a rather angelic depiction of Shadow . . . and of Faith.

"I don't love you," both spoke, although their voices sounded as if they were chewing live snakes.  "I never did, who could ever love such a thing like you?"

Cloak reeled considerably at this, and slumped down a wall.  Then the voice came back again, and this time, he recognized the voice of his grandfather, his guardian angel.

"It isn't real, Cloak!  Master your deepest fear!"

he could not see his beloved grandfather, but he knew, somehow, that he was down here with him, giving him light.  Cloak stood up, stood tall, and announced that they weren't real, and ignored their attempts to convince him otherwise.

Then there was an uncomfortably-bright light, and he found himself spat out into a cold, dark, dank cavern, covered in an unknown kind of yuck.

"Ugh," Cloak groaned, "fear spit."

[Underseen]

That was a really good update. I hope other fears are like this.

[Cloak]

Well, I am hoping to put two song parodies into one each.  I just need to figure out how to copy and paste on this iPad. . . .

[spoiler]And one of them would be yours, Underseen.  Bit of an in-joke . . .[/spoiler]

But more chapters tomorrow.  Although, I don't know when I'll post next week, Probably not until after four, four-thirty in the afternoon.

[Underseen]

Copy and Pasting on the Ipad is easy. You select all and then wait and tap copy then do this same thing to paste.

I would post this on a different thread or in a spoiler, but I didn't feel like it.

Touch and hold your finger on the iPad screen on the text you wish you to select. A magnifying glass appears. Position the glass over the text you want to copy.

Remove your finger from the screen and tap "Select," which highlights a word of text in the selection.

Drag the selection handles to expand the highlighted area over the text you wish copied on your iPad. Once selected, tap "Copy."

Navigate to a text-entry box. Press and hold a finger on the text field until the "Paste" button appears. Tap this button to paste the copied text into the field.

Yes I copied and pasted that from wiki-answers because I'm bad at explaining things.