Memoirs of a RAFian

[theyoungphoenix]

I'm sorts happy I wasn't the only one to notice that. lol

[Cloak]

I don't know if it was based on Megamind though, I may have planned that out before I ever saw the movie.

I may post another chapter later, depending on how I feel.

EDIT:

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
The Appeal

The RAFians used this strange new communication, so much like Leeran communication yet not anything like it at the same time, to assure each other of the condition of another.

This communication was a one-time deal, and would never be accessed again.

Everyone alright? Phoenix "said".

I've been better, Abby "replied".

Being used as nothing but a decoration, Saffa "replied" "harshly". My mother would be so proud.

Everyone lucid? Richard "asked".

Ugh, I need a drink, Duff "commented".

I told you guys something like this would happen! Rotiart "said" "snottily".

Shut up, Rotiart, Sakki "said", much like Peter Griffin addressing his daughter.

Is that Cloak? All that depression I'm sensing? Underseen "asked".

I certainly hope not. It's overwhelming. Gaz "piped up".

Cloak? Is that you? Dino "asked".

No answer, but the other RAFians felt the reaction. A refusal of acknowledgement, a disbelief of the reality of the situation, a pervasive self-blame.

That is Cloak, Kelly "said", but that cannot be possibly what he's feeling?

Cloak! Listen! We're alive! Ash "called" out. We're all alive! We're just . . . being . . . used as . . . decorations.

There really was no way to take the ludicrousness out of that statement. Even Ash had a hard time believing it.

Lies. Spectors of memory. Perverse phantoms of hope. Cloak "said", though unaware of "saying" it.

He . . . he thinks we're a hallucinations. SuperNate pointed out immediately.

How do we convince him we aren't? Horse asked.

I . . . I don't know, SuperNate admitted.

[redtailedsaffa]

Oh, my mother would be so proud indeed.

[theyoungphoenix]

You know, this is actually one of my favorite books, oddly enough, just because the emotion is so well written.

[redtailedsaffa]

^^ what she said.

[Cloak]

Right, I'm still a bit tired (it's a miracle that I got any sleep last night with my neighbor's damn dog howling all night . . . and morning), but I'll try to post another chapter.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Shadow of a Doubt

Cloak, it is really us. Kelly "said", attempting to reach out, to conjole, Cloak. This is really us, Cloak, we're alive. You are responsible for our nonexistant deaths.

Lies. Deceptions. Delusions. Cloak "said", unaware of "saying" anything.

Cloak, you must understand. Saffa intoned now. You know Malice better than anyone. You must realize that we're still aluve and kicking.

Impossible. Improbable. Implausible. Cloak said. What possible reason would Malice have to keep them alive? She could -- and did -- cause more damage if they were all dead. All dead. All my fault.

This silenced the other RAFians for a moment.

He . . . he really thinks that he signed our death warrants, Underseen "commented" surprised.

He's wallowing in self-pity, Jess "said" "tonelessly". Cloak, you need to pull your head out of your butt and get your head back into the game!

Jess, that is too harsh. Cloak needs -- Kelly protested.

The only thing he needs is a reality check, Kelly. Jess countered. He has his head so far up his rear right now that he can see the light of day. How do you think Shadow would react to seeing her uncle in such a state? Huh, Cloak?

Cloak's widened, and he said aloud (he wasn't gagged, for the sole reason that Malice wanted him to fight back verbally), "Shadow . . . my little Shadow . . ."

Yes, you remember her, Cloak? Jess "said", knowing she had made some headway. What would she say if she knew that you've given up, given into despair?

Cloak didn't say anything. He simply couldn't, though he had the capability. He saw Shadow's face swim before his eyes. Feeling was slowly restored to him like a creative, passionate flame. The mere thought of his beloved neice, his sardonic protegee, often had this effect on him.

But his element might was being suppressed by the tylee metal. But this metal, like all things, had a limit to how much it could do.

"The tylee metal may suppress my powers, may hide the elements from me," Cloak said, rather theatrically, "but metal is still metal. And all metal bows before my will!!!"

It took a great deal of will and power, but Cloak managed to shatter the chains and metal rings around him.

But he bit off more than he could chew. He was forced to his knees, utterly, utterly exhausted.

[redtailedsaffa]

There is unfortunately no smiley for smiling and tearing up at the same time...

[theyoungphoenix]

Actually, there is. :')

That was great!

[redtailedsaffa]

Huh. I knew the combination, but it had never worked for me before. Anyway. :') :')

[DinosaurNothlit]

Wow.  Excellent writing.  The :') smiley seems to sum it up.

And yay Cloaky!  All you really needed was a healthy dose of tough-love (copyright Jess).

[Cloak]

Yeah, and this book is now slowly wrapping itself up . . . and the next one won't be so heavy. It'll be a bit more lighthearted, I think, considering it is partially based off of "Wakko's Wish" . . .

Another chapter.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
Strength From Within

Cloak had expended so much of his power, his might, that he required rest. It would take a couple of hours before he could be sufficiently rested enough to use his powers again. He'd be able to walk within the hour, though. However, by severing his bonds he severed the unique communication relays with the others.

No matter, he had to rest before he could even move at any acceptable speed.

***

What happened? AniDragon asked. I can't "feel" Cloak anymore.

You don't think he . . . Underseen "inquired" carefully, letting it hang.

No, he did the right thing. Aquilai "said". While he would freely sacrifice his life to save others, he would not commit that act.

Bull. Rotiart sneered.

That's it. Where is he? Where's Rotiart? Saffa "said". I'm gonna give him the Prometheus treatment.

Rotiart gave a muffled whimper.

How about figure out how to get out of our predicament instead? Dino put in. I can't even so much as twitch my tail here.

I'm open to suggestions, Genies "commented".

Silence.

What about Unity Energy? Abby "said", after a while. Would that work?

Who knows? Goom "said". Only his feet were bound together rather painfully-looking and he was also gagged. Unity Energy effects are still enigmatic, it's a Realm Walker science apparently.

Lovely, Gaz "replied" sardonically.

Worth a try, I think, Blue shrugged.

Eventually, the rest agreed. They unleashed an Unity Blast. This managed to atomize the tylee metal, freeing them. But the chains and rings would eventually mend themselves, just without prisoners.

[DinosaurNothlit]

Unity FTW!

Makes sense that Realm Walker technology would trump just about anything.

[redtailedsaffa]

If only I could draw :'( This would be an awesome scene.

[theyoungphoenix]

It would^^

[Cloak]

Time to funnel my feelings again -- 'nother chapter. Book's nearly done.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
An Unconventional Decision

The RAFians collected Cloak, helping him to his feet. Cloak was so tired, that he wasn't sure if he himself was delirious. But he thought he saw Malice watching them through a large window in a high up window. But . . . that didn't make sense. . . .

"Catch him, he's falling," Broken said quickly as Cloak's legs began to give.

"God, he must never overexert his powers like that again," Slushie Man commented.

***

Malice, however, was indeed watching the RAFians leave her rather intricate and elaborate trap. She made no move, no action to stop this. She felt odd . . . relief, excitement. This meant that she could scheme again. That was the real fun, this contest of wills, the mental gymnastics. She indulged herself with a small smile.

She wanted that eternal, everlasting struggle back. She thirsted for the thrill of a plan in motion. She hungered for watching the RAFians trying desperately to overcome her schemes. The real entertainment was in the doing, not the after.

Rumor had winged it up to where Malice watched, looking enticed at the RAFians escape.

Rumor ****ed his head, perplexed. He fold hisbwings against his back, looking rather like the titular monster from "Jeepers Creepers", only predominately green. He blinked hesitantly, clearly trying to bite back his thoughts.

Then, against his better judgement, he let out two tea kettle-like whistles and a honk like a car horn.

Malice's brief smile vanished instantly beneath an immediate scowl. Her hands balled into fists. "Did you just ask me why I'm letting them go?"

Instead of heeding the warning tone in Malice's voice, ignoring all the danger signs, he gave two yips.

Malice's eyes narrowed. Then, all in one swift movement, she stabbed Rumor straight through, like she did with the Piper.

"Now you'll never question me again!"

Rumor fell, dead.

"Oh, dear me," Malice said, rather like a granny, hand delicately touching her mouth, "now I need a new minion."