Memoirs of a RAFian

[redtailedsaffa]

A sign of things to come?

[Gaz]

Fell behind, but I'm finally caught up!

[Cloak]

Not really, Saffa. Congats on that, Gaz.

Meanwhile, I just realized. A week from tomorrow I'm gonna be a year older.

CHAPTER ELEVEN:
Aquilai and the Berry Stalk

Then they briefly lapsed in to silence, broken by Dino -- who had finished off a considerable "snack". "I've got one."

"Then tell it, sister!" Saffa said, with a mirthful laugh.

Dino laughed herself, and indulged in a rather intimidatingly toothy grin. "Fine then! Lemme see . . ."

***

Once upon a time, there lived a Time Lord, who lived peacefully out of his TARDIS. But he eventually discovered someone had haphazardly tossed magic Berries beneath the TARDIS which had the form of an old police box . . . thingy.

"I have got to fix that chameleon chi-- what the deuce?!"

Suddenly, Aquilai and his entire TARDIS were shooting up into the clouds upon the branches of a Berry stalk.

When the horrid rumbling stopped shaking his TARDIS and throwing him around, Aquilai cautiously ventured out, finding himself and his TARDIS having been forced through a crack in the floorboards of a humongous kitchen. He estimated that you'd be able to fit a couple of the largest and most famous landmarks in here, and they'd still be the size of toys.

When he felt the tremendous vibrations, he retreated to the interior of his TARDIS. He still fell onto his butt though.

"Fe fi fo fan." came a deafening loud voice. You could be sitting right next to a speaker at a heavy metal concert and it still would not be as loud.

"There's no need to yell," Aquilai muttered.

"I smell the blood of a RAFian." it boomed.

"And that's my cue to get the heck outta dodge." Aquilai said, immediately working the controls of his TARDIS. He blipped out of there as quickly as he could.

***

"I . . . am not fond of the ending." AniDragon said.

"Eh, it's a cliffhanger.*" Dino shrugged. "So sue me."

"Oh, it isn't any fun, let me tell you." Saffa said, darkly.

---
* Yeah, yeah. I know. You're gonna say mine are worse. Or not.

[Underseen]

That story caught me off guard.

[redtailedsaffa]

It was a crack in time and space!

[Cloak]

Sorry 'bout the lack of chapters, but I've been exhausted. Mondays and Tuesdays, it's just me at work. Exhausting.

But here's the new book idea (hopefully it's not a recycled book idea).

• BOOK CCXIII: "A Care Less Spell" -- A spell is accidentally cast to make the whole world not care about anything.

Probably post another chapter tomorrow.

[redtailedsaffa]

Ah, that's the book you were talking about. Spot-on!

[Cloak]

Now, a chapter.

CHAPTER TWELVE:
The Golden Seal

There was some complaint about the cliffhanger in Dino's story, buut she shrugged it all off.

"Hmmmm . . ." SuperNate said, thoughtfully. "I think I've got one."

***

There were once three neighbors -- Yorick, Queen, and Guy. The first two were not the most pleasant people in the world, while Guy was mostly humble and generous.

All three went into a nearby forest for firewood, as the coming winter was predicted to be severe.

All three met a little Blue man who begged for a crumb of bread and a swallow of drink. The first two rebuffed this man, and met with unfortunate accidents in the forest. Guy, however, was more inclined to share his food and drink with the crafty man.

In return for his kindness, the Blue man gave Guy a seal whose fur was of the finest, and purest gold. Guy thanked the man with all the sincerity he possessed, then the two parted ways.

Guy came to stay in an inn by a roadway. One of the patrons, a miserly old hag-woman, easily grew envious of the golden pinniped, and, unable to restrain her greed, attempted to pluck a couple of hairs from the hapless seal. But her plan went awry when she found that hairs would not come lose, and neither would her fingers from the hair.

Her sisters attempted to pull her off the seal, only to be stuck to the sister before them.

Eventually, mostly to Guy's consternation, more people were joined in this perverse conga line -- the parson, the schoolteacher, the deacon . . . only the village drunk and the village idiot seemed free of this parade of plight.

***

"Nice!" Saffa laughed.

"That's what greed will get you," Cloak said, simply. "To be honest, I never really understood the Dweller fascination with so-called 'precious' metals and gems and such."

"Realm Walkers don't do the avarice thing?" Gaz asked.

"I never said that," Cloak replied.

[redtailedsaffa]

I think I can guess who the hag was referencing.

[Cloak]

 Oh, Saffa?

Anyway, don't expect a chapter until late -- if at all -- tomorrow. Got Creative Writing right before work.

[Underseen]

I love how Horse is perfect for these stories.

[Cloak]

Right, Underseen.

Short chapter. Sleepy.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
An Underseen Story

"Who's next?" Duff asked.

A smattering of muttering sounded, but Underseen spoke clearest. "I've got one."

***

There was once a hard-working, industrious Durant who worked quite diligently to stock up for the winter. She had plenty of Apricot, Micle, Mago, Belue, Cheri, Aspear, Rowap, Micle, Roseli, Kasib, Leppa, Kee, and Tanga Berries, but horded them jealously.

One day, she was mocked openly by a flippant, lazy Kricketune, who spent his days playing his music and singing his songs.

"Mock me all you want," the Durant cautioned fretfully. "But we'll see whose better of come winter. Then you'd wish you wile and squander your time with pointless lounging."

Then she returned to work, as the Kricketune snorted derisively at this. "I'll be fine. Durant thinks she knows everything."

But the Durant's warnings turned prophetic as the Kricketune was unable to feed himself in the month that followed. He met an early demise, cursing his ambivalence and arrogance. Meanwhile, the Durant was comfortably toasty, with a stockpile of Berries to last her ten winters.

***

"Nice retelling," Saffa said.

"Thank you." Underseen said.

"Bit short." Rotiart sneered.

<Care to be passed through a Crabdozer's digestive tract?> Saffa threatened in Crabdozer morph.

"Why are you so mean?" Rotiart whined.

<Why are you such a jerk?> Saffa said, demorphing.

[redtailedsaffa]

That was a little harsh even for me...

[Cloak]

Okay, probably one chapter today. But don't hold me to it.

Gonna be short . . . then again the tale it was based off of was short as well . . .

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
Rotiart in the Pootang's Skin

"Okay, maybe it was a little harsh," Saffa said admitted before changing tact, "who's got the next story?"

"I'll give it a shot," Duff said, finishing his chosen beverage.

***

A notorious fool managed to find a Pootang skin, and donned it. And, being quite an ass, Rotiart went around frightening Banned and Lurker alike. They believing -- somehow -- that Rotiart was the true Pootang.

Rotiart cackled wildly at this fun, then he came upon another victim to frighten and harass. He put on his exceedingly loose-fitting "costume" and attempted to scare KitsuneMarie.

Marie wasn't as easily frightened, though Rotiart tried hard. Soon, he did away with the farce and said, "How'd you know it was me?"

"You almost frightened me," Marie said, "until your bray gave you away."

"Huh?"

"No one knows a fool until they open their mouth." Marie intoned.

***

"Stop picking on me!!" Rotiart whined.

"Well, Rotiart," Cloak said, quite seriously, "if you didn't go out of your way to be so unlikeable, maybe we wouldn't take it in such a way."

"I do not!"

"Really? You can really stand there and make such a statement?" Duff asked. "Rotiart, most of the time, you are loud, arrogant, obnoxious, narcissistic and selfish. These are not admirable characteristics."

"Am not!"

"Childishly deny it all you want," Cloak said. "And we all have our faults. But you make yours nearly intolerable."

[Underseen]

Something tells me Cloak is enjoying X and Y