LHC: LHE Story Thread

[malikai]

"… Huh… What the fuck even just happened?"

"I… I… I don't know. A second ago Implosion was yelling absurdities at us..." Fenris rubbed his temples. "And now that dude is dead, there was a cat girl that wasn't "the" cat girl, and is just me or did I hear the eerie call of a tentacle orgy?"

Scrambles sat down on the ground in befuddlement. "I think you did brah. We'll never unhear that." He looked toward the now back to normal sky. "At least we're out of the 2-D hellhole."

"Hmmmmm…" Fenris stroked his chinstrap in contemplation. "Very true. Thank god…" He looked up. "Or dad or whatever." Fenris scanned the surroundings and his eyes fell upon Raymond playing the stolen guitar shittily. "Hey fuckface!" Fenris called as he walked over. "Give it back and I won't punch a hole through your pelvis that's bigger than your gaping vagina."

Raymond Implosion continued through a massive hissy fit and it only grew in intensity as Fenris called him out. "I'LL TEACH YOU DEUCHEY MCGEE! EAT MY WIZARD LIGHTENING!!!" Raymond attempted to play a sweet lick, which was significantly unsweet, and shot a burst of lightening… Directly into the fabric that Scarlett the scary as fuck demon lady was knitting.

"Ooooooooooooooh Raaaaay…." Fenris said backing away slowly from his former bassist. "You done goofed son."

[Damien]

Izaak had been pulled into the strange universe just like everyone else. He saw catgirls, tentacles, a musical number, and various other things. Still not the weirdest universe I've been to, he thought. He saw Haley shaking her head and constantly muttering "Nope, nope, nope" as she reloaded her rifle with with a single round of strange looking ammunition. She stared at the Dayman, then at Stratus, then at the gun itself. She can't be seriously thinking about...

His thought was cut short by a pop from the rifle and the sound of the round popping into the head of a twin-tailed girl that seemed rather attracted to Ephantus. The thought made Izaak shudder.

The girl's face began to twist and turn around the wound like water swirling down the drain as it began to open more and more, creating a hole between dimensions. Izaak felt himself being pulled into the portal (of sorts) well after Haley had jumped straight through. He let the dimensional decompression pull him in until he found himself in 3-D Stormfront staring at Jereman Opheia, the Crosswind, one of the twelve Blade Lords, dead and covered in blood on the ground. There was no sign of Haley apart from the marks left by her motorcycle, signaling that she had gone west.

I hope she's okay, he thought. Hopefully she hasn't forgotten the whisper stone I gave to her. Hopefully she'll call for help if she needs it...

[Myrdraxxis]

Is it possible for a machine with no lungs to hyperventilate?

Ephantus wouldn't have thought so, normally, but at the moment it seemed that rules of nature were working against that theory because Ephantus found himself struggling to slow his breathing (which he shouldnt have been needing to do in the first place) and calm.

Accidentally rewriting himself into an eroge Ephantus could handle. That was manageable.

Then the Dayman showed up and made Ephantus question his grip on reality. Which is impressive since at one point in his proto-existence Ephantus had been an Elder Being from beyond this dimension.

'This went from mildly funny to distressingly overplayed in an instant.' Ephantus thought to himself as he stared at the chaos.

And then he noticed that Horror was speaking to him. And had called him 'Phan-chan.'

Whoever this guy was, he wasn't long for this world.

1. Ohaiyo Horror-kun!
2. Who are you again?
3. *put it in*

Luckily for Ephantus, he had enough control over his own fate to modify those words as he chose option 2. "Who the actual fuck are you?"

[Calefrun]

Shortly before Haley's portal opened, Cale found himself himself in the midst of an intense standoff. After leaping into the pile of cat-folk fighting over the dot, he had grabbed Koko by the back of her shirt and drawn one of his swords. He now stood surrounded by all the other nekomimis, holding the girl out in front of him like a shield, and waving the blade around threateningly.

"Stay back, all of mew! The dot is mine!" he yelled, and at that exact moment Haley transformed some girl's face into a swirling vortex leading back to the three-dimensional world. As the others all started clinging to things to avoid being sucked in, Cale seized the opportunity to dive for the dot, tossing Koko asside as he did so. "Myahaha! I win! Truly a purrfect victory!" His celebration was short-lived however, as he suddely felt two fingers pinching his one of his fuzzy ears.

"Come on," Kayla commanded irritably, "We're getting out of here." He struggled to get free, but in typical anime fashion there was nothing he could do to avoid being pulled along by the ear.

As he was drug past Ephantus and Horror, Cale called out, "Ay yo Phanny-Pak! We Audi 5000, bruh!"

His sister raised an eyebrow at him. "Do... do you know him?"

"Nyo."

The two steped into the vortex, then steppped out into Stormfront.

Kayla released her brother's ear and let out a sigh of relief. "You know, we can't have been gone for more than like twenty minutes, but I really missed this pla-" She froze when she looked back at Cale, and she stared in horror at the tail that was slowly swishing back and forth behind him. "Why are you still a cat?" Her hands shot up to the top of her head. "Why am I still a cat?!?"

"Don't knyow," Cale said, plopping down onto the ground and sitting cross-legged. "It'll probably wear off in a few mewnutes." He stuck out his tongue and brought it across his forearm, then coughed and spat on the ground nearby. "Heh, gross."

Boopen Jr., who I totally didn't forget about and has been here the whole time, slappped him on the back of the head. "Hell's wrong whitchu?"

"Oh!" Cale pointed a finger up in a standard 'I just remembered something important' pose. "I just remembered something important!" He pulled Boopen onto his lap, shoved his hand down his squid-friend's throat, retrieved the lung he had coughed up months ago earlier, and tossed it to his sister. "Yeah, so I kinda dropped that earlier. Think you could put it back in me?"

Kayla caught the lung, then looked from it, to Cale, to Boopen Jr., and back to the lung. "You... you what?"

With an impatient look on his face, he pointed at the lung, then at his own chest. "That. Put it in. And don't tell me that you need a second to catch your breath after being in that 2D world, because you just caught mine perfectly fine."

She started rubbing her temples with her free hand while mumbling, "You... but... how did you even... just... fine. Lie down and hold still." He did as he was told, and she knelt down beside him, holding the lung over his chest. Kayla closed her eyes to concentrate, and a faint golden aura began to appear around the two of them. The lung gently floated out of her hands and started lowering itself towards its owner, but stopped about an inch away from his chest and started vibrating. Kayla furrowed her brow and muttered, "What in the world?" but didn't break her concentration. The vibrations of the lung grew steadily more intense, and before long it started shaking violently. Just when it was starting to look like it might break, a dark purple ring shot out of it, and the shaking ceased. The ring floated in place for a few seconds, then dissolved into a purple mist. Cale's lung resumed its descent, phasing through his chest and back into its proper place. The aura subsided, and Kayla returned to her feet.

Cale grinned. "Ahhhh, it's like a breath of fresh air!"

Kayla, on the other hand, was still frowning. "Cale, about your lung... there was something in it. It was a ring, filled with some kind of powerful poison. I neutralized it, but I have no idea where it could have come from. We're just lucky that you coughed it up before it killed you."

"Boooopeeen," Cale scolded, "did you try to poison me? That's a no-no!"

"Not me," the squid flooped.

"Then how did... OH!" Cale did the 'remembering' pose again. "I remember! Sark must have somehow put that in me when he punched me earlier! Boy, that guy's tricky." He sat up, then shouted, "Wait, that means that Scarlet really did save my life! Best bestest friend ever!"

[neko]

Koko had been cowering at the bottom of the cat pile, whining and cursing the evil dot’s trickery. What kind of diabolical being buried its adversary with a horde of busty impurrsonators? It just wasn’t fair! Halfway through her unhappy thought process, she suddenly felt a tug on the back of her shirt and suddenly found herself suspended in the air. Her body instinctively curled into a carry position with her tail flicking near her hip in an expression of her confusion. She kind of wanted to swat it. So she did. Remembering herself, she flailed slightly, “Nooo! I’m not a shield! I’m a cat! Put me dooown! Myoh! When I get out of-- Ack!” She was tossed aside somewhat carelessly and landed in a tangle of limbs and tail.

“Ooh! Kawai!”

“Gesundheit,” Koko deadpanned at the young girl who was now attempting cuddle all the fur off of her ears, “Lemme go! I’ll claw yer eyes out! I ISH NOT FOR SNUGGLES! I-- myoh, that’s not so bad...” She purred slightly as the girl began to scratch behind her ears. A distinct “pop” sounded, startling both Koko and nameless girl. The cat dropped to the ground and made a beeline after the invisible angry lady to what she presumed would be sense and safety.

Meanwhile, Scarlet had been attempting to fend off her own schoolgirl irritant with a string of jokes that were beginning to make her want to rip her own throat out. She supposed it was at least worth mentioning that the other dialogue options she had were uncalled for, inappropriate and downright terrifying, thus making the jokes look all golden and shiny and... Just generally better. To add to her irritation, her one-person audience thought the jokes were hilarious and was laughing loudly enough to make the demon also consider ripping her ears off along with her throat.

“What kind of suits do lawyers wear? ... Lawsuits.”
“Why are stars so cool?... The have a lot of fans.”
“What did Jupiter say to Saturn?” A pop sounded and Scarlet noticed the tear in the dimension, “Freedom!”

The girl’s laughter ceased suddenly and Scarlet had a fleeting hoped that she’d laughed herself out of oxygen and died... But no.
“Eh? That doesn’t make any sense, Scarlet-nee.”
Nor would it ever, as Scarlet had already dove headfirst through the portal, just behind Koko.

“Yes! Finally. Thank you, universe, for not drawing that out for another two pages!”
Koko glanced at the demon, “Scarlet... What did Jupiter say to Saturn?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Really? Oh,” the cat frowned, “That makes even less sense than ‘freedom.’ Are you sure you didn’t mess that one up?
Scarlet glared angrily at the critter then resumed her knitting. She was just a few stitches from finishing the row she’d had to restart when she’d stabbed that girl in the face with her needle.

“--Why are you still a cat? Why am I still a cat?!?”
Scarlet perked a brow at the female twin, then shifted her eyes back to Koko, who was giggling slightly.

The cat in question sauntered forward, “Everybody wants to be a cat! Because a cat’s the only cat, who knows where it’s aaat--”

“KOKO!” Scarlet snapped, effectively silencing the small girl. She was just about to remind the cat-eared nimrod that they definitely didn’t need another musical number when a bolt of lightning struck her knitwork. Scarlet flinched, still an astraphobe, then turned her crimson eyes on the bassist.

“Seriously?” She frowned at the ruined fabric, then shrugged before cloaking it in shadows and chucking it, one needle still intact, at the offender. It hit him square in the face, but she didn’t pay attention to see the effects. Mostly because Koko, thinking the demon wouldn’t notice, had slid forward on her knees, arms wide in jazz-hands (jazz-paws?), “Oh yeeeaaahhhh...”

An aggravated scream escaped the shadow demon and she threw her remaining needle at the back of Koko’s head before stomping off. Moments later, she sneezed. Her eyes narrowed; someone was speaking of her...
“Probably the one-lung wonder and his now fluffy-tailed sister,” she muttered to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. She shook her head an continued in the general direction of “West.”

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman was busy signing preteen autographs and allowing his codpiece to pose for photos with duckfaced natives to notice that everyone else had more or less been kicked from the game within a game back to the real world.

"Sumimasen! Sumimasen!"

An awkward Japanese girl in thick rimmed glasses began to stumble her way over to The Dayman, waving her arms above her head while calling out to him. She tripped over the tail of one of the few remaining catgirls that had not gotten sucked into the dimension shattering portal yet, and hopped the rest of the way in a terrible attempt to regain her balance. She fell directly against the chest of The Dayman and blushed. The Dayman's royal chest sparkled against her face, so brightly in fact that it reflected off of her glasses and blinded the rest of the crowd, who recoiled to give them space. He hadn't noticed the girl crashing against his chiseled slab of a torso, but looked down as he saw the shining light.

"Why hello there?"

He held the girl out at arms length by placing his hands on her shoulders and crouched down a bit to meet her eyes. The Dayman managed to catch his own reflect, unfortunately, in her glasses. He slicked his hair back, made a pouty face, and winked a wink that set every ovary within a thousand nautical miles a quiver with antici............pation.

"Why hello there....you dirty handsome devil you. I sure would do anything for you, you know. No matter how wrong people may think it is. I would sacrifice it all."

The preteen girl...mistook this as a speech in her own direction, and swooned as much as someone her age could. She touched his hand that was still placed oh her shoulder and began to blush again.

"The Dayman-san, you are the newest member of our school's host club aren't you? Because I think I would really like to join you at your next function..if....if that is ok with you."

The Dayman-san snapped out of his trance and noticed a girl in front of him inquiring about some host club....or asked him on a date. He wasn't really sure. He looked the girl up and down, and then left to right, up and down again, took a walk around her, then gazed at her from weast to west, and shook his head.

"You uh...you aren't even of age are you?"

She shook her head and scrunched her face up in response.

"No! No I am 17 I swear!"

The Dayman furrowed his brow and squinted at her.

"Then why did the animators make you look twelve?"

"I don't know, senpai...."

She pointed her toes together, brought a finger to her pouting lips, and slowly turned from side to side.

"...is...is that a problem, senpai?

The Dayman brought his hand up, mouth agape, and attempted to create a response, but instead noticed the game tearing portal a few feet away. He took a deep breath and dove straight the fuck for it and got the hell out of there, crying out, "YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPP!", the entire way out.

Stratus sat up and put away his laser when he saw the girl start to cry from across the lawn. He walked past the portal, placed a hand on her shoulder, and consoled her.

"Don't worry kid, you are like twelve, you have plenty of time to date shiny men when you grow up."

And then followed The Dayman into the portal and back to the real world. When they got there, they saw the rest of the party surrounding the body of The Crosswind, and just generally dealing with their own personal issues. Fenris was doing rockstar things, Koko was doing some Kokomo' things, Scarlet was being kinda angry, and the rest just looked exhausted from their obvious amazement of The Dayman's cumming of age musical. You...yeah you read that correctly. It was weird...we could go on and on about apologies being due but that is never gonna happen now is it? Just go back to humming Mulan some more.

Stratus saw the dead body in front of him, and forgetting that they are no longer in a video game (or game within a game for that matter), pounced and cried,

"PRESS F TO AUTOLOOT MOTHERFUCKERS. MINE."

He began to dig through the pockets of the Crosswind and found a chess piece, a white pawn to be exact. He held it up to his face and tried to examine it closely, but had to wipe some blood off of it first. Stratus then managed to find an inscription at the bottom of the pieces that read "Made in India via the Indian Hasbro Company. Warning, this game may grant uncontrollable powers that we are not inclined to tell you about due to strict copyright laws and the advice of our lawyers, but we are forced to issue a warning either way to cover our asses. Further more, we apologize for the small font, we had to fit this all on the bottom of chess piece."

"Huh, magical chess game huh? I wonder where all the other pieces are."

He looked down and gave The Crosswind a nudge with his foot.

"I wonder if the rest of the Blade Lords have them as well. Old man, you know where they are?"

The Dayman, flexed his glorious royal body and took a deep breath, to prepare for his response.

"Of course I do! I know of all powerful position holders in all universes and worlds, as my homeland, The Secluded and Tropical Nation of Koosalagoopagoopakuzbekistanahamas, is always wary of others attempting to usurp our lands. It is what one must do when you are in line for the throne. Now!"

He pulled a red marker from his infinity belt, and began to draw on his foil codpiece.

"We are.......here. And the next Blade Lord, The Starfall, is here. Any questions?"

[Mizagium]

Sailor Solar despaired at being returned to 3D form, as it made his muffin-top over his skirt that much more apparently. In 2D space, such things were…easily disguised in the lack of a dimension. But now, he was reminded of how far he had sunk (his gut, too). But, there was still hope! For the Dayman now possessed a foil codpiece. Nowhere near as royal as the one stolen by the Nightman, but…that had never occurred during his go-around. Maybe…maybe she wouldn’t leave him this time…

Aight well, I’m not going to let this character get too emotional…unless that emotion is more uncomfortable homoerotic self-love AMIRITE, FELLAS?

Darn tootin’. Anyway, so Sailor Solar let his gaze linger on the Dayman’s codpiece for way too long and felt the burning passion of the Sun well up inside him again. So he strutted on over and slipped an arm around the Dayman’s waist. “No questions as long as you’re leading us.”

[disgusted noises]

[Mizagium]

Horror considered the question posed by Phan-chan. Then he considered the rapidly expanding tear in reality/that anime girl’s face. A dialogue box appeared before him, but the disintegrating 2D dimension prevented it from fully forming.

“I’m the terrible entity who’s saving your…life?” Did a mad machine hive mind actual have a life to save? Or was it some sort of superexistence that laughed at your petty definitions of alive and dead? And was now really the time to be contemplating these things? Our sources say yes, but the narrator says no.

Horror wrapped a disgusting tentacle around Ephe-tan and leapt for the portal, taking the machine with him. They tumbled through the nether regions of the universe for a while before being dumped back in the Land of Lands, somewhere around Stormfront. Look, he’s disoriented, alright.

“Well, that was fun.” Horror’s form shifted like the ugly gelatinous blob that he was before settling back into his earlier, betrenchcoated hulk of a figure. “What’s for dinner?”

[Myrdraxxis]

"Let's never do that again." Ephantus muttered. He devoted several subroutines to specifically go back through his data logs and wipe the last few minutes from his memory banks. Thoroughly.

"Well this appears to be Stormfront...." Ephantus looked around. "And because I am an omniscient machine presence I have seen into the aetheric flow that guides time itself deduced that the Crosswind is dead."

Jereman's body was lying several feet away.

"Which means I have no reason to try to kill any of these people anymore."

Even so he took a good long minute to consider doing so anyway. Luckily for everyone, that memory log deletion took effect and Ephantus' ire was wiped away along with the traumatizing memories.


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A little further away Leske stepped back into Stormfront. "That...was a complete waste of time. And sanity."

[Mizagium]

"How sad," Horror noted absently. "To lose one's purpose in life is surely a depressing conundrum. For without a purpose, do we even truly live? Are we not defined by the tasks we do and do not complete? I was lost once, for a long time. I wandered the world, searching for a purpose. Those were dark times, my friend. But I have found my purpose and my name." His eyes flicked over to the Crosswind's body.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I see a fresh corpse that needs desecrating." He descended upon the meal with the swiftness and ferocity of a flock of starving vultures upon roadkill. Also tentacles. There were tentacles.

[Calefrun]

"We are.......here. And the next Blade Lord, The Starfall, is here. Any questions?"

"It's as good a plan as any, I guess," Kayla said to nobody in particular.

Cale, who had been occupying himself by chasing his tail, suddenly stopped and shot his sister a confused look. "Wait, you want to go with them?"

She shrugged. "Not particularly. But we don't really have much better to do. Even though we remember how we got here now, we still have no idea how to get back. It's possible that our only way to get home will be to find that Sark guy again. And our chances of doing THAT will probably be better if we stick with these weirdos."

"AWWWWW YEAH!!" Cale cheered, slamming his fist into his open palm. "Let's fuck some shit up!!"

Kayla sighed and folded her arms, ready to wait for the others to agree to the plan, when a thought occurred to her. She turned to the Dayman then spoke, "Actually, I do have a question. Why are we going after the other Blade Lords? If they're all as bad as Opheia, I can understand why the people that live here would want to be rid of them, but they weren't the ones who took your codpiece. So what's your stock in this?"

[Damien]

"...Any questions?" The Dayman's voice broke Izaak's silent contemplation of what he had just witnessed with the strange visual-novel world as well as his worrying about Haley.

"If there are more of these Blade Lords, and they're anything like Opheia, they must be stopped," he said, more to himself than to anyone in particular. Bringing his voice to a normal, less-quiet level, he said to the others, "We should prepare ourselves, yes? Food and all those other necessities?"

[Mizagium]

"I got your necessities," Sailor Solar declared, "riiiiiiiiiight here." At first it seemed like his was going to grab his own crotch and shove in Izaak's face, but then he went the obvious route and seized the Dayman's crotch and shoved in Izaak's face. More like he rubbed it all over Izaak's face. "Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhtttttt hhhhheeeeeeeeeerrrrreeeeeeeeee."

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman sat back and allowed his codpiece to improve Izaak's formerly crotchless face. In fact, for the sake of going into way too much detail, even in foil codpiece form, The Dayman’s codpiece was glorious enough to leave a sparkling coat all over Izaak’s face. You see, contact with something so royal obviously leaves some residual effect on commoners, my prince would like me to remind you of this fact. So while The Dayman was busy leaving his pomp all over his acquaintances rapidly improving facial structure (Izaak was of course becoming more and more beautiful with each passing moment, glazed with the glorious genetics of a royal birth right that spans eons), he began to answer everyone’s questions.

“Well, some of these Blade Lords are bound to be as bad or even worse as….this guy…whatever his name is.” The Dayman looked down disapprovingly as Horror decided to devour the not yet rotting body of that guy. “Some may actually be cool people. Not quite royalty but….respectable commoners nonetheless. They may even be able to be reasoned with in some way. So we may not even have to kill all of them. I just realized that killing all of them may leave the world….well without rule. That seems a bit awkward doesn’t it? We will figure it out I suppose. So hang on to your hats everyone!”

The Dayman grabbed onto Sailor Solar’s hand that was still presumably being used to rub his foil codpiece all over
Izaak’s face, “And hang on to anything else important. This journey is on!”

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“2IRI, my dear, would you open those blinds? There isn’t quite enough despair being let in.”

The Nightman sat, legs agape and showing off his newly stolen codpiece, upon his genital guard gilded gaddi. 2IRI walked across the room and opened the curtains, revealing a wasteful landscape before him. It was the Land of Welfare, a place where the poorest of the poor are sent to reside by living on the scrap wages assembled by the taxes of all the surrounding lands. This, of course, did not sit well with The Nightman, or, it sat about as well as a man currently nestled on a golden pillow made of codpieces (seriously that can’t be comfortable).

Upon arriving to the Land of Welfare, The Nightman worked swiftly to institute his own feudal visi…I mean capitalism, in order to save the poor from their own wretched complacency. Factories stretched as far as the eye could see, a once dying landscape now became a dying landscape that couldn’t be seen through the thick puffs of smoke stack residue and copious amounts of smog. The townsfolk, once desperately lazy and entitled, now became overworked and proud of their meager below minimum wage earnings to live in the same hollows as before, just with mortgages instead.

Children were put to work, the family pets ran currier services, even those rotten badgers had a place in society helping to keep Mrs. Nesbit’s tea parties in order (the only thriving public service in the area, of course). Yes, it seemed all was well in The Land of Welfare, once and for all and The Nightman had his very own kingdom to rule.

“My liege, I have news. “

The Nightman let out a brief sigh through his codpiece (get it, briefs, codpiece, ah yeah) and sort of turned to see the peon addressing him. It was one of his robot clone clones.

“And what news is this? IT better be good. You know I do not like to be interrupted when I am enjoying the smog outside my window, using my imagination to see what filth these commoners are dwelling in now and how hard their 28 hour work days must be.”

“Great news sir, actually. That guy has finally died.”

“The one guy who had the piece of the thing we were tailing?”

“Yes, that one, sire.”

The Nightman, filled with rage, rang a little bell gently that was positioned next to his throne. A man came running from the shadows with a silver platter of codpieces. The Nightman picked the appropriately sized one and threw it at the robot clone clone’s head.

“HOW EXACTLY, IS THIS GOOD NEWS.”

“Well…well I was thinking. Why do all the work? You enjoy capitalism right, sir? We could think of The Dayman and his crew as free employees…they have to have the chess board right? Which means that they have to come here. What if….what if we allow them to get all the remaining chess pieces and steal them in the final battle.”

The Nightman furrowed his brow and squinted at the robot clone clone.

“I think you earned yourself an extra day to live, be gone.”

[Mizagium]

The Land of Obsidian was a dead land, had been dead for years, ever since the Void Wave Bomb transformed the entire country into volcanic glass. Blade Lord Starfall thought it was the most beautiful place in the galaxy. He saw in the sleek black stone the void of deep space. But there were no stars in the obsidian, which might have depressed others. Starfall was so named because he desired all the stars in the sky to fall to the world - to all the worlds out there - and scorch the land until nothing living remained.

He felt a tingle in the back of his mind, knew she was listening. "They're coming, you know," he muttered to the dead land. "Coming for you. Well...me, too. Hm? Is she, now? Well, that makes interesting, then."

He disappeared in a flash of starlight.

-

Horror finally pried himself away from the corpse he was eating and wrapped himself around the Dayman and Sailor Solar. "Up up and away!"