Yes -- *adopts his best "announcer-guy" voice, which is actually pretty pathetic* Will Gaz stay in RAF? Will the Pootang be returned to its cell? Will Blaze give up the idea of having the Master Sword? (Oh, you know I kid.
) Tune in, same RAFy place, same RAFy time!
. . .
RIGHT NOW!! Oh, yeah, this IS my longest "book" here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:
All According to the Plan
Gaz had decided to put the plan of leaving RAF on hold for a few days. She thought it was against her better judgement though. Cloak had returned to RAF after a weak and a half. He immediately sought out Blaze. He and Parker were teasing each other about the fight, when Parker was all "vamped up".
"Blaze, I have your replacement weapon," Cloak said, withdrawing a sword from his cloak. It looked pretty identical to the old one. Cloak saw Blaze's face and reaction. "Were you expecting something different?"
"Well --"
"That Master Sword thing, right?" Cloak said, shaking his head a bit, as Blaze took hold of the sword's handle. The blade immediately started to glow orange and pink mixed together. Then he looked at Cloak with a raised eyebrow.
"Sorry, Itemsmith is still on this
emotional spectrum thing. Red for angry and hatred. Orange for avarice and greed." Cloak stopped briefly, then continued. "Pink for love." Cloak stopped again, glancing at the blade, which suddenly became red. Blaze was embarrased a bit, and it was apparently making him a little angry. Then green and blue intermingled with the red. "Green for will. Blue for hope. Violet for . . . um . . . compassion. White for when you're feeling no emotion at all."
"Isn't that like the sword you gave to Yunyun?" Parker asked. He still retained the arm-mounted duel fusion cannons on his left arm. It gave that arm quite a bulky appearance.
"Yes," Cloak answered, "that was also made by Itemsmith. But his one is quite different. For instance, Blaze, if you think of, say, tonfa --"
Suddenly, Blaze wasn't holding a sword anymore, but a single tonfa with white glowing tip. Blaze was so surprised he nearly dropped it.
"Or perhaps, a glaive," Cloak said casually as though nothing interesting just happened, as the weapon became a long staff tipped with a blade glowing white. "Or a boomerang, a shield, a chain whip, a bo staff, a war hammer, a war fan . . . well, I think you get the point. Any melee weapon, at your disposal."
Blaze said nothing, he was too shocked. But Cloak knew he would be pleased. He had a vertiable arsenal in one weapon. Parker looked almost envious, but not much. Parker was always more into armor and firearms . . .
"Oh, Parker, I have an upgrade for you to." Cloak tossed him what appeared to be a minisule Escafil device. When it he caught it, it melted into his armor, fusing with it easily.
"What did you do?"
"Advancing your armor a bit. Giving a secondary armor, so to speak. It was one of Itemsmith's side projects. It gives you access to Ride Armor."
"Ride . . . Ride
what?"
Suddenly, Parker was several feet taller, inside of Ride Armor like that in Sting Chameleon's stage.
"That would be what Itemsmith called the Chameleon Ride Armor. There is Penguin, Dash, Chimera, Kangaroo, Frog, Hawk, Slash, and Spider Ride Armors. Each has its own usefulness, and each doubles your physical strength, doubles your top speed, drastically increases your defensive strength. But be careful. If you destroy one, I don't know if it would be able to be repaired."
Then Cloak left the two boys with their new toys.
***
Malice, however, was reading another leather-bound book, one without at title. She smirked as she read. If the Madre de Vampyra's death affected her or her plans at all, she didn't show it. Although she was a little disappointed that it was the star that eliminated her, and not Cloak.
Her interest in Claok was an odd thing. She was three or four generations older than him, so it was nothing romantically involved. Indeed, Malice herself seemed not to understand her fascination with Cloak and his RAFian allies. But she was really enjoying throwing obstacle after obstacle after him. It was like a sick video game to her, or something.
Then a thought occured to the malicious Realm Walker. What would Cloak do if his RAFians, all of them, were gone? Oh, what fun!! But this would take time and study to find the objects. She would give him a year of breathing room . . . yes, that's what she'd do.
Malice was elated at this prospect to torment Cloak, grandson of Sage, decedant of Avatar, the first Elements Master of existence. Avatar, bane of the Twelve -- which were the Thirteen then. . . .
Malice shut the book, set it down upon her glass coffee table. Then she walked away, to some destination known only to her.
