Memoirs of a RAFian

[Cloak]

Sorry to be so long -- just got Pokemon Dream Radar and Pokemon 3D Pro . . . *wonders if 3D Pro will get a XY update*

Anyway . . . you came here for a chapter. A possibly brief chapter.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
Ambush!

Somnus was reeling from his last bout in the demon's dream. The guy nearly caught him . . . but why did this act fill him with fear? What possible harm could they do to him?

He was the Master of Dreams, Lord of the Dream Land, Maestro of Nightmares, after all. None could match his oneirokinetic power, his dream-reality omniscience! He alone plumbed the mysteries of dreams, of nightmares, of night terrors. He was feared by all but feared no one or no thing.

But . . . why did he feel as if he was running for his life when the demon gave chase? Why did he, for the first time in his admittingly-faded memory, feel not just fear, but outright terror at being caught by the demon? Didn't make sense. But, no . . . must of been a fluke. A fragment of memory from his days in the living world. Of course . . . were that true it would be the first time in millenia.

He'd just sucessfully corrupt a dream into a nightmare. Yeah, that's what he'd do. He chose a door, scoffing at the name. It wasn't a name, but a color!

The dream landscape appeared to be a science fiction-manga-anime feel to it. But, Somnus found it mundane. Pretentious and mundane, even though it was, in reality, neither.

But the dream's occupant was nowhere to be seen. This was odd, it never happened before.

Somnus waited, but he could not see or find the occupant of this dream. This was impossible! There had to be a dreamer here! But where?! Where?!

There it was again, Somus realized. The irrational fear. The nonsensical terror. He was the master here, this dreamer the victim. That's the way that's always been.

Suddenly, he felt cold, sharp metal across his throat. It actually hurt.

"You must be the one behind this sleep terrors," said a silky, quiet voice. "Don't bother to struggle. We're going on a trip."

Then, quite suddenly, the dream seemed to fold in on itself. Soon, it was clear where Blue was taking Somnus. Blue was waking up, and he was taking Somnus with him.

***

Cloak's head jerked slightly as he sensed it. Throughout the forum, the RAFians were awakening. Only in Blue's thread were there sounds of a struggle -- an one-sided struggle.

[theyoungphoenix]

Go Blue!

[Cloak]

Probably gonna post between two to four chapters today, but don't hold me to that.

Now, possibly a brief chapter.

CHAPTER NINETEEN:
Talk!

"Talk, Somnus!" Parker growled. "Who are you, who are you really? Why did you do all this?"

Blue had managed to subdue the fiend with only the merest amount of difficulty. He stood in the back, arms folded, on Cloak's left side, who also had his arms folded. Cloak thought this was a pointless exercise, but he and Blue allowed Parker to indulge himself. But both knew it would be fruitless and futile.

"Answer me, nightmare filth!"

Cloak did not know if he cared for Parker's interrogation style. It was a little intense. Perhaps too much so, but neither Cloak or Blue reined this in.

"Answer!"

Cloak closed his eye as the blow landed. It was then that he noticed what his Earthsight has been telling him all along.

"Parker, stop!"

"Cloak, he hasn't talked yet!" the SPARTAN objected. It was times like this that Cloak wondered just how Spartan-like SPARTANs actually were.

"There's a reason for it, Parker!" Cloak said.

"Yeah, he hasn't been broken yet."

"No," Blue said, sensing what Cloak had. "Parker . . . he's dying."

"I . . . I . . ." Parker stammered, and his face became pale, drained of color. "I didn't hit him that hard."

"No, that's not what's killing him." Blue said astutely. "If anyone is responsible . . . it would be me."

Cloak bowedd his head in agreement. "Somnus, it would appear, can no longer survive in the waking world."

"You aren't actually considering putting him back there?!" Parker proclaimed fiercely.

Cloak said nothing, and neither did Blue, though both remained somber.

[Underseen]

The worst part of being a good guy is issues of morality.

[Cloak]

It's the price you pay.

Now, let's finish up this book.

CHAPTER TWENTY:
What Next?

It turned out that fate had made the decision for them. Somnus slumped suddenly, and lay there motionless. He was dead -- the burdens of the waking world were just too much for the self-proclaimed Master of Dreams.

"Well, I guess that'd be a 'no'." Blue said tonelessly. Yet, it still weighed on his mind.

Cloak was disconcerted by this. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he said, "That was too easy. Too clean, too neat."

"Sometimes things are," Parker shrugged. The he tapped his communicator, "Get Kelly and Goom down to the interrogation room."

"You mean the unused storage room?" Yarian's voice crackled from it.

"Yes," Parker said rolling his eyes.

***

A week passed after Goom and Kelly confirmed Somnus's death and inability to be resuscitated. It still weighed on Cloak's mind, but moreso on Blue's. But it was better than the alternative . . . right?

Meanwhile, the other RAFians were convorting and having a grand ole time. Apparently  there was a RAFparty of some sort.

"So, what do you think we'd face next time?" Abby said, cheerily, taking a swig of her soda of choice. "A zombified mummy? An amorous Veela horde? A killer leprechaun? Line-dancing alpacas?"

"Probably all of the above." Saffa replied, unable to suppress a mighty grin on her face.

But upon the mention of "leprechaun", a lesser known RAFian called Avers Ice, squirmed slightly. But he passed it off as momentary discomfort, as he readjusted his orange shirt (with a blue snake printed on it).

***

As darkness fell, Avers Ice snuck out of the forum. His only power was rather passive -- superhuman night vision. There was no moon this night, making it rather easier for him.

He slunk to a well-hidden grotto, roughly a half-mile from RAF, in a cliffside. It was a rather tight fit -- Avers Ice wasn't exactly thin, but wasn't morbidly obese either.

But then he got to what he desired . . .

Six gold coins. Six leprechaun gold coins. . . .

[redtailedsaffa]

And we all know the secret of leprechaun gold. Don't we?

[Cloak]

Wrong franchise, Saffa. I'm basing these books off those "Leprechaun" movies -- my knowledge of which comes solely from the Nostalgia Critic's reviews of them. But I've probably given too much away.

New book.

BOOK LXII:
UNLUCKY CHARMS
CHAPTER ONE:
In the Moola

Far away, in a dank, dreary cave said a rather odd creature. It was dressed in typical green leprecaun attire, but this redheaded creature wasn't as benign and cheery as a cereal box mascot. He had a pointed, ugly, swarthy face, full of blemishes. He was also not tiny, but roughly the height of a young child, yet obviously full grown. He had pointed, needle-like teeth. Pretty much the antithesis of the common image of a leprechaun.

This horrible creature was cackling malevolently as he stood with a pot of gold. He was letting each coin slid through his admittingly ugly fingers.

Then, all at once, his cackling stopped eith such alarming abruptness that silence that followed seemed to be extra sinister. The leprechaun frowned as he gazed intently on his gold. There was something wrong, he knew.

Then he realized.

"Six missing!" he rasped. His voice not anything like the stereotypical representations have presented. "Six taken!"

His rage was easily palpable. He plopped on his green hat (with emeralds studded on the brim). The look on his face made it look even uglier.

He would find the thief, he would take his gold back, and he would punish those that DARE steal from him.

"Looking for thieves?" came a cool, unconcerned voice.

"Give me back me gold!" the leprechaun roared as he lunged at the source of the voice.

But missed.

By a wide margin.

"I didn't take it, fool!" snapped the voice, full of distain. "What use would I have for gold?"

"Where's me gold?" the leprechaun demanded.

"Oh, I know of a little thief den," said the voice, stepping out of the shadows, revealing herself to be Malice. "You just have to go a few hundred miles from here. . . ."

[theyoungphoenix]

Of course. She would lead an angry, frothing at the mouth leprachan to RAF, wouldn't she?

[Cloak]

Well, she finds it entertaining.

Possibly a brief chapter.

CHAPTER TWO:
Back to RAF

"Somewhere in your mind's eye,
There is some place that you have never been.
Welcome to the strangest place
That you've ever been a stranger in.
Dreams might give you a clue.
Close your eyes, it's there for you."

Suddenly, it is revealed that it was Gaz both playing the organ and singing. She was welcoming the newly-arrived newbies.

"But everybody's crazy in RAF.
You hafta be a bit insane
To sit and watch a thread fly away and play
In a field of raisin cane.
Call it crazy, if you please,
We're as happy as can be."

Then the rest of the RAFians joined in as they went about various tasks.

"'Coz everybody's crazy in RAF.
You simply won't believe your eyes.
Because if you've never been, you wouldn't understand.
You couldn't in a million tries.
You'll see combinations no one ever sees."

"Huh?" Dino said, noticing that the newbies were looking at her upon this lyric.

"Ain't anything normal, even with a swarm of these."

"Hey!" the Frolis Maneuvered RAFians objected.

"Let's get back to RAF.
Back to RAF.
Back to RAF.
Back to RAF.
Back to RAF.
Back to RAF."

Only Blue and Cloak weren't celebrating. Their minds were both heavy with the events around Somnus. And Avers Ice was suspiciously absent from the proceedings, as well.

[Underseen]

The only Leprechaun movie I have seen is Leprechaun in Da Hood.

[Cloak]

Uh, you don't say, Underseen? Anyway, I dunno how many chapters I can post today.

Remember, as always, it may be brief.

CHAPTER THREE:
The Hoarder

Avers Ice* was at his little hidey hole, gazing greedily at his six large coins. It satiated him now, but it was only a matter of time before this hunger for riches, this thirst for wealth, would ache for more. Such desires for wealth and riches are hardly ever truly satisfied. Avers Ice's avarice had nearly consumed him in his entirety.

He hiccuped as his eyes took on a fanatical glow to them. It showed that this avarice was possibly not coming from within Avers. It would appear that he suffered a bit from gold fever**, which apparently was a very, very rare disease brought on by gold mites. It cause a near-obsessive interest and desire for gold.

SNAP!!

A twig. Could have been made by an innocent creature, but the gold fever had addled Avers mind, increasing his paranoia and lower his rationality.

The coins aren't safe here, Avers thought, as he hiccuped. They must be kept on my person at all times.

Then a thought occured to him.

But, no, that won't work, he thought frantically and fervently. There could be thieves everywere! Pickpockets! Bandits! Muggers!"

He bit into one of the coins, but it would not yield to make teeth marks. Then he accidentally winded up swallowing it.

"No!! Hic -- my -- hic -- coin! Hic. My precious -- hic --"

The gold fever was getting bad -- he should have been going to the infirmary. Kelly would be able to treat him in a thrice.

Then Avers began to swallow the other coins. He reasoned that it was the safest place for the coins not to get stolen. Of course, he hadn't considered what he'd do when they came out the, uh, other end. But the gold fever was making him irrational.

Avers decided to not go back to RAF -- far too many potential thieves and layabouts there -- so he renounced his membership, though he wasn't a RAFian long enough to receive the Mark. If he had, renouncing the forum would have broken his Mark. However, then again, had he bore it, the gold fever wouldn't have addled his judgement, his rationality to such a degree.

Such a pity too -- he would have made an excellent RAFian. But one had to wonder . . . how'd he get infected with a disease so rare?

---
*Anyone get where this name came from?

**"DuckTales" reference.

[redtailedsaffa]

Uh, avarice?

I unintentionally got the 'My precious' reference.

[Cloak]

Let's see if this works. Internet's been spotty for me.

CHAPTER FOUR:
Vengeance is Mine!

"Give me me gold!" the leprechaun demanded at RAF's borders, but the RAFians paid him no mind. After all, they faced Syphoon, Thanos, the phobeest -- even the Pootang itself made this deranged, gold-seeking, killer leprecaun seem to be rather tame in comparison.

"I want me gold!" the deminuative gold hoarder demanded.

"Yeah," Empress Goose said, heavily-lidded, lazily leafing through a magazine, "I'll get right on that."

"I know it's here, me boyo," the leprechaun threatened. "And I've come for it!"

"Whatever," he replied, not even bothering to look up. "Do me a favor, though?"

He looked up from his magazine, and saw just how ugly this leprechaun was, but didn't react to it.

Empress Goose continued, "Lose the abhorrent Irish accent. It's obviously phony, it's painful."

"Give me my gold, thief!" the leprechaun snarled.

Now, Empress Goose was offended. "I am no thief little man!"

"Aren't you a body jumper?" Chad30 inquired benignly from nowhere.

"Shut up," Empress Goose snapped.

"Give me back me gold!"

"Oh, do be quiet," Chad said, continuing to read his book, "there is no leprechaun gold here."

"I know there is, whelp!"

"What is going on here?" Sakki asked.

The leprechaun stared and oogled her rather openly and unflatteringly. Suddenly, all thoughts of his gold were forgotten. . . .

[theyoungphoenix]

Uh-oh. I don't think that's very good.

[Underseen]

Ha! Sakki is being crushed on by a leprechaun.