It's formal wear, kind of like church clothes, so to speak. I wear just the usual black cloak, which is like everyday wear.
Well, a couple more book ideas . . . lemme know what you think.
- Book CDXIV: "Prelates to the Core" -- In a possible, dystopian future, a tyrant has taken over, turning all those who resist him into "cores" in which he can turn them into chaos-prelates. Out-of-continuity.
- Book CDXV: "Brainiac's Touch" -- Brainiac returns in a body with a roboticizing touch.
- Book CDXVI: "Gone All to Pieces" -- When hit by the Shatterstone, Richard is fractured into seven pieces. Out-of-continuity.
Yeah, I know that Book CDXV seems to be a rehash of the current one, but it won't be. . . . I think.
New chapter.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
Confrontations
"On it!" The two RAFian girls said at once, and fell into the old habit of amplified healing that they used to purge the inverted curse from the others. Combined with Faith and Shadow's technique, Cloak was quickly purged of the cursed.
Cloak blinked blearily. Then he remembered. Then he felt tremendous guilt for his actions, for even thinking to hate his sister and her daughter when, yet again, they save him from doing something that he would regret. As easily as the mental blocks were torn down, they were erected even quicker, even thicker. He had so much destructive potential within himself . . .
He felt weak, and hollow inside. He remained on his knees, hands on said knees, and head bowed. The feelings of shame and guilt were nearly overwhelming, but pressed at him like Stlas's burden.
"So, if I might ask," AniDragon said, addressing the female Realm Walkers, "what's with the new cloaks?"
"Hmmm?" Faith asked, looking at AniDragon. "Oh, we just came back from --" she said a word that sounded like a vulpine yip to the Dwellers.
"Pardon?" Kelly asked.
"It's a service like you have at what call 'church'." Cloak said, though there was the subtlest traces of melancholy remaining in his voice. The three RAFians said nothing about it, but Faith picked up on it just as easily as they did.
"Baby brother," Faith said, in a gentle but bracing way. She was nearly a decade (Nexus time) Cloak's elder. "You weren't yourself. Your faculties were twisted into something you are not, you were not you. You were your opposite. Your own foil."
Cloak said nothing. Though Faith's words had the ring of truth, that did not change the fact of thr matter. It was a miracle in and of itself that no one was hurt. Again, he wondered if he was doing more harm than good by dwelling within this realm.
"How dare you?!" came a heated voice.
Cloak immediately stood up and took a battle stance. "Faith, Shadow. Get out of here. Go somewhere safe."
"Little brother, I --" Faith said, then she got an idea. To Dwellers, it might seem strange to see such a familiar smile -- a mischievous one at that -- upon such dissimilar faces. Faith had just smirked Shadow's same cheeky smile. "I think I know just what to do, little brother."
The two left. They didn't Walk, they just ran to a location only realized by Faith herself.
"How dare you undo my gift to this world?!" Corruption snarled. "I bring the beauty of massacre and chaos, and you three just have to go and soil it!!"
"Chaos isn't a gift, you deluded nitwit." Cloak said.
"I'll just touch you again, fool!"
Cloak ****ed an eyebrow. "'I need an adult'."
"What?" Coruption spat scornfully.
Cloak shrugged, "A joke you'll never understand."
"One you stole from TeamFourStar," AniDragon replied. "It didn't even make sense in this scenario."