LHC Official Unofficial CF Archival Thing

[Sariel of Tevet]

A man strides out of an darkness- smiling as he exits an Alleyway- and frowning, as a Gold Brick nearly takes his face- he darts back, and bites back a curse. "THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" is heard loudly yelled from his position- and then he looks up- and he see's the bastard responsible. "The fuck is that?!" he yelled out- and opened his cloak, to pull a pair of large guns. He was pissed. Then he paused. Put one of the guns back- and put the Gold bar in his pack, before once more drawing his second gun. He begins to rise- leaping from wall to wall- the close nature of the walls in the alleyway letting him easily parkour up to a roof.

Then he looks at the Jet. He knows pistols are unlikely to do much at this range, and begins to decide how to close the distance best. He sighs, and then notices the Pun-slinging mech chasing his foe,. He grins, and laughs. "Get that overgrown tincan- Yeah!" He ignores the fact that he knows what neither is- before sprouting from his back wings of shadow. They rip forwards- his blood a catalyst for the magic, as he flys up after the thing.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman tapped Treasury Prime on the foot and gave him a stern, royal expression. The robot knelt down and gingerly clasped The Dayman's codpiece between his finger tips and lifting him up into the air. He settled the prince on the nape of his mechanical neck and lifted the flap to his control panel. Royalty does not like to lift flaps. Hatches are quite alright, for they are not all that far from doors. Atleast they are sturdy. Flaps are simply just lazy doors. Royalty do not like those that are lazy, for all commoners are lazy, as shown by their lack of social status and money.

So...The Dayman was rooting around inside Treasury Prime's flap and spied what he was after. A little dashboard with a blinking music note.

"Blast! Out of toner (my prince wishes that I interject with a very...very rare bout of parenthetical advice. I rarely get to break up his royal speeches in this manner. But he demands that you notice the pun that was just made)! Now I can't simply scan Depositron and print out a gold plated aircraft. However will I get near...something....so...far..."

Royal tears began to form around the corners of The Dayman's eyes, made of pure diamondium water crystals (far superior to diamondilluim water crystals, obviously). He jumped into his infinity belt and exited right atop the nose of the Depositron Jet. Music began to fill the air, as the feels began to permeate reality. The Dayman crashed his fist against his chest, rose an arm to the sky, royal purple cloak flowing in the wind as he flew high above the city on the capitalist carrier.

"Neeeeeeear."

"Faaaaaaar."

"Whereeeeeeeeever you are!"

"I belieeeeeve that the heart does.........go oooooooooooooooooooooooon."

"Oooooonce.......mooooooooooooooore. You open the doooooooor."

"And you're heeeeeeere in my heart...........my heart will go oooooooooooooooooooon and ooooooon."

"Yoooooooooooooooou're heeeeeeeeeere. There's noooooooooooooooooooothing I feeeear."

"Aand I knooooooooooooooooow that my heeeart will goooooooooo on."

"We'll staaaaaaaaaaaaay forever this waaaaaaaaay."

"You are saaaaaaaaaaaaaafe in my heart and. My heart will gooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooon and..............."

"ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Scarlet was fairly pleased with herself. More for not getting dragged into the fissure with Depositron than for helping to bring him down though.

"Oookay then. That happened. I'm out of-"

"DEPOSITRON TRICKLE-DOWN ECONOMICS FLIGHT MODE: ENGAGE!"

"Really?" Scarlet muttered, watching the new flying Depositron take off, "REALLY?"

A gold brick crashed into the ground near her, bouncing her towards the rest of the group. She landed in an un-graceful heap. Untangling her limbs, she shot a glare at the offending fighter-jet-mech, "Haven't you overdrawn yet? Yeesh..."

She winced suddenly, as music (accompanied by some impressive caterwauling) filled the air, "Is that Celine Dion?"
Scarlet followed the Dayman's movements with a critical eye, "HOW IS THAT HELPING?!" she snarled at him, not being a fan of ballads at the best of times, "If you're gonna supply the BGM, at least pick something with a little more bounce to it. Honestly, I don't even know what to make of that..." She shook her head, then turned her crimson eyes back to the problem at hand.

"Well, shit."

This was a tricky one. However, Scarlet was furnished with a thought, crazy though it was.

"I can take one or two people after that thing via shadows. If you're up for it, you'll have to be quick getting any shots off on it-- I've been doing good where not being crushed by gold in its many forms is concerned; I'd like to keep it that way."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Alias
Ripping over to the walls. He jumped up, using his claws to climb the crooks and crannies of the wall. Jumping over, he growled up at the dragon. "I can see that..." he murmured in response before charging forward along the wall, getting a better position on it.
What made this more terrifying to him was the fact that the giant golden creature was flying, Alias only really liked the ground. When he got as close as he could to it, Alias jumped from the top of the city wall over to the creature from as it was rising in the air...

His claws and teeth latched on to the bottom and he could feel his feet burning from barely noticeable boosters on the bottom. He climbed as well as he could, mumbling bloody murder every time he slipped or almost fell off. So far, it did not seem he was noticed, though he could have been wrong.

The Water Elemental

Walking past the gillman, she looked up at the giant robotic monster. Then looked around the town, she saw a bucket of water, the water her life source and source of power. The Water Elemental struck what would be called "arms" in the water, Until all the water was absorbed, she continued on. Looking for any more to make herself stronger, though to no avail.

I guess I would better keep looking. It seems the others have this under control anyway, for now at least.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"DEPOSITRON TRICKLE-DOWN ECONOMICS FLIGHT MODE: ENGAGE!"

With the sound of that after just clawing out of the fissure, Blake and his phantom looked at the infernal monster, grinding their teeth in utter annoyance. "I always knew Capitalism was evil!" He screamed, his phantom returning to his body. "But at least I won't have to worry about food for some time."

As bricks of gold came crashing down... Blake did not wish to do this here, but if it was a sky battle this mechanical bastard wanted... Blake could definitely provide one.
"Saoshi Kryst Kali" He exclaimed, watching his barrier begin to glow in a crystal-esque light, the gold bricks shooting them at the Depositron.

Dashing over to Scarlet while opening his barrier more... He could not help but look up at the Dayman, wondering what this guy's life was about. As the music began to fill the air, he chuckled softly, "In any case, it does make things more comical." He said to Scarlet, welcoming her into his crystalline barrier.

"I can take one or two people after that thing via shadows. If you're up for it, you'll have to be quick getting any shots off on it-- I've been doing good where not being crushed by gold in its many forms is concerned; I'd like to keep it that way."
"I'm open to that idea... But I have an idea of my own I want to add... Miss, is it possible that you could form a summoning circle with your shadows? I'd draw my own, but only I want to milk this bastard for everything he's got." Blake suggested, turning to her with a clever smile on his face.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Sylvea scowled at the creature, she wanted to trip him, thought about it greatly too as he clamored over the walls like a scurrying little geko...The visual image was quite hilarious up until she hear shifting and scraping of mechanics, looking up in time to watch the transformation of the giant...er sorry, two giant robot like creatures. The pseudo dragon made a dive darting around a building and landing in an alley before changing. The light from her shift catching the eyes of a few pedestrians as they picked up the golden coins and lugged bars of bricks about, waddling like a pregnant penguin.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Desiderio quickly turned his head when he heard the Water Elemental speak behind him. He thought he said something along the lines of apologizing for the redirection of the money when she walked past him to look for water. A loud sound blasted his ears. The gillman turned his attention back to where the main fight was taking place in time to see what looked like a large jet fighter. Desiderio scanned the surrounding area quickly, taking in the positions and actions of the others as they fought the now transformed Depositron.

He knew he wasn't much good at fighting metallic battles since he was much better suited for organic opponents when a trident spear and venom actually worked, but he was good at healing. Desiderio made his way towards the others, being sure to avoid the gold bars raining down on them.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Depositron never even felt the Dayman appear on his back, too busy with the force from Ephantus' charge. "WARNING: FORCIBLE IMPACT ALERT. SCANNING FOR SOCIALIST ARTILLERY." Depositron's head (which has not transformed, but merely formed the nose of his jet form) swung round to see Ephantus giving violent chase. Then he noticed Bartholemew's winged form giving chase. And then suddenly Alias latched onto his underside.

"SOCIALISTS DETECTED. INITIATE EVASIVE ROLLOVER MANEUVER." Depositron pitched suddenly and began a slow barrel roll. He rolled once, twice, thrice, each time gaining more and more speed. By the fifth roll, he was rotating so fast that he seemed to be a horizontal tornado zooming over Stormfront, flinging gold bricks in all directions. His joints began to creak and moan and more than a few sparks exploded from withing, but still he did not stop.

"CAPITALISM IS TRUTH. SOCIALISM IS A LIE."

Haley fired some more shots at Depositron, but his Rollover technique proved very effective at repelling projectiles. Scowling, she turned to Scarlet and Blake.

"Any more bright ideas?" Then she caught sight of the Gillman running towards them, trident in hand. "Great, more people trying to kill me?" She leveled her rifle at Desiderio. "I don't have time for this, fishman!"

[Sariel of Tevet]

"FUCK THAT SHIT!" The trenchcoated figure bellows- shadowy wings of nightmare stuff flapping to push him away from the damn thing. He sighs, shaking his head. "Just no. Nope. Not.. worth it, over a brick almost hitting me. Not. My. Problem." As he descends back upon the city- by some quirk of fate, his wings taking him flapping towards the other demonic being in town- not that he knows it.

Indeed, he is somewhat confused by what just happened.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman rolled with the punches of the barrel roll for quite a few rolls before being rolled off the rolling and pitching malign money mech and came crashing to the ground next to Haley and the rest of the group....where he rolled some more surprisingly, all while a distinct clanking could be heard coming from the inside of his glorious matrimonial codpiece.

"Ohh my....the royal rangers are in trouble again."

The Dayman fidgeted in a dazzling fashion as he attempted to get himself back into royal order and then shot to his feet in blaze of beddazlement and royal wonder.

"Good news peasants!"

He took his place in front of the group, being sure to avoid eye contact in the hopes that he would not catch any of the diseases that poor people no doubt carry. One would be quite surprised just what sorts of diseases can be contracted through eye contacted. As the saying goes, the eyes are the window to the soul, and no one of The Dayman's delightfully humble social status would ever wish to open up their souls to illness. Especially vagrant illnesses. Would you want your soul to get herpes? I think not. Herpes are forever, just like true love. Thought the two CAN be quite mutually exclusive. Right...sorry sir. I rambled again. Though it was in your honor after. I mentioned true love. But...yes...yes back to your news. Without eye contact.

"While I was collecting my courtly cranberries, I had time to collect my royal thoughts as well. I began to ponder things about economics, something a royal family knows very much about. Why, my family owns no less than three economies! Not out of greed mind you, but our house is quite large. It was necessary to institute three economies to run it. It would be foolish to run something that is the size of three countries without granting three separate.....well anyway. My plan! Collecting my cranberries, thinking, all of that royal goodness."

He knocked on his codpiece and smiled to illustrate the bits about cranberries, in case anyone did not understand the metaphor.

"I began to ponder about capitalism. And it occurred to me that these....bank thingies are quite essential to it! And I began to think of banks...and all the different types of banks. Like Bank of America! Yes yes I know, it is hardly used because no one quite knows what an America is, but it is essential to capitalism! And everyone of course knows the one surefire weakness of America......football!"

The Dayman reached into his infinity belt and pulled out a 120 yard green pitch, complete with goals on either end, two linesmen, a referee, a menagerie of players on their respective benches, and one very confused looking spectator that immediately got taken out by a falling gold brick. Surely not the golden shower they were accustomed to....peasants. The referee walked over to The Dayman and presented him with a round ball with white and black dots around it...something akin to what the lower classes call a "soccer ball" for one reason or another. Quite suspicious.

The Dayman took the ball, juggled it with his feet a bit and then bounced it off of his codpiece and onto the top of his head where he balanced it and finished his address.

"This football here is filled with the hopes and dreams of poor people everywhere! All of those welfare loving handout handlers use this as a means to entertain themselves and refrain from working...being the lazy trollops that they are! Makes me rightfully sick it does. Fortunately, royalty do not vomit. We are quite clean you know. So!"

He placed the ball down on the pitch, "We shall pelt this capitalism posterchild with the hopes and dreams of poor welfare recipients throughout all of the universe! For a large welfare budget is the demise of any capitalist plot! Down with the establishment peasants!! Join me!"

A bounty of balls pelted the pitch and the party. The Dayman charged up one of his rippling royal legs and took a thunderous shot with the football. Quite literally, it was thunderous. A bolt of loyal lightning struck the ground and a shockwave echoed through the city, destroying the one window left in the city (that was currently being polished by a nun mind you), and hurdled towards the rolling robot.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Scarlet regarded Blake with a critical eye, "I'm not versed in the summoning arts, but if it's just the glyph you need, then I can provide. It would need to be constructed around you, correct?" She gathered the shadows again, then paused as the Dayman made yet another "royal enterance." She sighed, face impassive as he explained his thought process. In hindsight, she rather thought she was more confused now than she was before he'd opened his mouth.

She returned her attention to Blake, one eyebrow raised slightly, "I've got to stop trying to figure that guy out," she muttered, "At least he's not singing anymore... Alright, what glyphs do you need?"

She also wondered briefly if she was the only one here that understood that American football and rest-of-the-world football were two entirely different things...

[Sariel of Tevet]

"I'm not versed in the summoning arts, but if it's just the glyph you need, then I can provide. It would need to be constructed around you, correct?"

Ignoring the Dayman's "Royal Entrance" as he did not want to sit here and try to understand the bigot fellow, Blake quickly turned to Scarlet. Anything to take his mind off of this guy in a pitiful attempt to understand him at all. "Do not sweat it. I was only wondering if you could help me make the proper glyph. Truth be told... I have the whole circle drawn out here. It looks like this."

He handed Scarlet the picture of the summoning circle in question. Soon standing in the center of his barrier, he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "All right... I'm ready when you are, Miss."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"GODS DAMMIT!" yelled Vidaar in anger, furious that their efforts were for naught, what with Depositron.

"Watch your mouth!" chided Mhenlo. "Also, this is no time to give in to rage. We must come up with another--"

Suddenly, the Dayman reappeared, made some long-winded speech, and then pulled a full-length football pitch from his magical belt, complete with goal nets, referees, and a single spectator, which was immediately crushed by one of the gold bars the flying bank was depositing.

"We shall pelt this capitalism posterchild with the hopes and dreams of poor welfare recipients throughout all of the universe! For a large welfare budget is the demise of any capitalist plot! Down with the establishment peasants!! Join me!" exclaimed the Dayman.

"...that's it?" said Mhenlo incredulously. "That's your plan?"

"You got one better?" asked Vidaar as he stepped up to a ball.

"I suppose not." Mhenlo began to juggle a ball on one foot, then he began to use both feet. Eventually, he kicked it up, caught it on his knee, then up to his head, and then knocked it into the air. Then, with a quick prayer as it descended, his foot began to blaze with holy light, and he kicked it with all his might, infusing it with the energy as well as "the hopes and dreams of poor welfare recipients throughout all of the universe".

Vidaar just stared at Mhenlo and his form (both his form with the football as well as his physical form). He stared for what felt like forever, but he eventually came to, shook his head, kicked a ball up, and fired a magically-empowered shot at it so that it would carry farther. They continued this, regardless of whether their balls ever met their target.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Scarlet," she deadpanned automatically, by way of introduction. She took the picture from him and spent a few moments studying it. Summoning circles could have catastrophic repercussions if even a single glyph was not drawn correctly; there was no room for error. Once she was confident that she had memorized the required symbols properly, she began to replicate them with her shadow-manipulation magic. Scarlet had never heard of drawing a summoning circle directly onto someone before, but this man had suggested it-- who was she to question?

"That should do it," She said quietly, looking over her work once more. Sure enough, the glyphs began to shimmer slightly, a sure sign that they had been drawn properly and were reacting as intended. She raised an eyebrow at her cooperative, "You sure you know what you're doing?"

Just then, a soccer ball glowing with holy light sailed over her head, squeezing a very un-Scarlet yelp out of her, "Watch it!" She directed a glare at the monk, before her expression turned to one of confusion, "You... You're actually going with that?" She nodded derisively at the soccer balls.

"... I can't believe I'm seeing this, but whatever." She turned back to her summoning circle to make sure it was still right, then left Blake to whatever it was he was planning to use it for. Scarlet tipped her head slightly to the side, her eyes finding three unused soccer balls. Her gaze flicked to Depositron as she mentally calculated power and trajectory.

"Not possible, but I'll try it anyway," She muttered to herself. With a flick of her wrist, the shadows created by the soccer balls jerked, causing their physical counterparts to go flying with a surprising amount of force. In the back of her mind, she could sense a dark energy that had nothing to do with her. How strange.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"You sure you know what you're doing?"
"I'm sure, Scarlet. Thank you for your assistance. Now then... this battle has gone on long enough... This mechanical monster is more of an nuisance than it is powerful... But with this power..."

Taking another deep breath and looking up to the sky, the glyph began to shine in a bright blue, enveloping around Blake's body entirely.

From the very ground, many blue square rings made their way to the sky, an enormous magicked barrier around the Depositron as Blake finally gave the incantation...

"Behold The rare power granted to our own...
The stout citadel that protects us...
Cast your blighted sins upon these very skies!
I, Blake Ixias Alluria, call thee forth in my humble name
Armaros, uphold!"


Finally, a large blue glyph before Blake. Arose an enormous knight made of only powerful armor and armed with a large and long lance. Locking onto the Depositron, Armaros grasped his lance with both hands, thrusting at his enemy with full force.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman paused from kicking the footballs at Depositron and vaguely acknowledged someone else in the party was making a commotion. He turned and found a giant lance wielding knight attacking their foe with all its might.

"Yes!"

He wagged a royal finger above his perfectly parted thick head of hair, "What greater force in the universe is there than that of thrusting! Well met, peasant. You have earned my attention. However...."

The Dayman placed his hands on his lower back and arched a bit, sending his royal spine crackling.

"Your technique is quite lacking. Try this!"

He began to gyrate his hips in a spectacular fashion and interlaced his fingers behind his head in a relaxed pose. Soon a lance, nearly two and a half times larger than the knight's lance protruded directly from his codpiece. In fact, it was long enough for Depositron to be within reach, despite flying around the city.

"Royal economy shattering lance thrust of true love! You have been quite a monetary mongrel, Depositron. So how about a tip?"

And he began to gyrate and thrust with all of his spectacular royal might, pushing his lance into the sky and piercing the very heavens, stabbing away around Depositron and searching for an entry.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Bartholemew... Frowns. He sighs, and then his sword speaks to him, as it often does. "....So we're just... going to slide on by, and pretend none of thi-"

"Now, you see, I was going to do that. Then you suggested it. Now, just to be contrary, I won't- damn you."

"Seem's it was easier than expected to get you in on the Plot."

"...The hel- I'm ignoring you now, Giovani."

Soft chuckling in his mind...

As the main group see's a man approaching them. A ruggedly handsome and chiseled face grins at them- as he approaches. "Scarlet, you said your name was? Summoning Glyph- and they use them for that.... I'm not going to comment, beyond to say you journey with strange folk, my friend. Hello- I'm Bartholemew, it's nice to meet you I suppose.." he says with a faint smile, as he casts his eyes to pelvic thrust powered warrior, and sighs. He shakes his head, and shrugs, before looking back to her.

"Think they can take the giant robot alone, or should we go to help them..? I figure you know your own comrades better than I do."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Scarlet, you said your name was?"
The demon in question turned to face the newcomer. Her eyes narrowed slightly: this was the other darkness she had sensed before. Why he was addressing her as "friend" she wasn't sure. Scarlet didn't do "friends." Moreover, how did he know her name? He hadn't been there when she'd mentioned it to the swordsman, so unless he had ludicrously good hearing, he knew her from her past... Which would be a really good thing to remember right about now. Scarlet cursed her amnesia once more.

She was momentarily distracted by the Dayman's antics. Boy, did she wish she could have that one back.

What has been seen... Can never be unseen. Dear Gods, what did I do to deserve this?

She turned her attention back to Bartholemew as he addressed her again, rubbing one eye as though trying to remove the memory of what she'd just witnessed. Or maybe it was just to stop the twitching.

"One: They're not my comrades. We all just happened to get caught up in that thing's tirade," She jerked her head at Depositron, "Two: Scarlet is indeed my name, though I don't recall ever telling so to you. I'd inquire how you came, then, to know it. Lastly: If not assist in crash landing that flying gold abomination, what would you suggest we do?"

As she watched it, Scarlet couldn't discern any particular flight or maneuver pattern. She might be able to keep up with it, hiding in its shadow, but with so little predictability, there was no way any of her magic traps would be effective here. Her eyes drifted back to the mysterious newcomer, and crimson met a red-tinged lavender that she couldn't explain.

What are you?

[Sariel of Tevet]

"I mean, we have to be from around here, right? All of our money seems to be local currency, so unless the stuff just falls out of the sky on a regular basis-" Cale Efrun, the young and heavily-armed man who had been conversing with his sister while walking out of a Stormfront bakery, stopped in mid-sentence as a brick of gold landed directly at his feet. With a sigh, he muttered, "Back to square one, then."

His sister, Kayla Efrun, said nothing, but tapped on her twin brother's shoulder and pointed at the massive... thing that was flying about the city and ejecting gold bricks in every direction, her mouth agape. Cale looked around, and saw that the bakery was one of the few buildings that hadn't been heavily damaged by falling gold or any of the other chaos that was occurring. Speaking of which, there was another massive entity attacking the first, and an enormous lance that seemed to be coming from somewhere farther down the street.

"Cale," Kayla said, trying to remain calm, "I think we need to leave. Now."

Cale shrugged and began walking. Towards the battle. He took a bite of his bagel, then said nonchalantly, "We can't remember anything, so who knows? Maybe this sort of thing just happens from time to time. No harm in checking it out."

"Hold on!" Kayla called after him, "You can't just-" She didn't bother finishing the sentence, knowing that her brother wasn't going to listen. "This is insane." She declared to herself before running after him.

Cale approached Haley, then stopped and took another bite of his bagel. "So, *nom* what's all this about?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

He blinks- seemingly ataken back. "You- pardon me, but I seem to remember /an awful lot/ of past events involving you. Like that time at ba- Ahh.. Anyway. What do you mean, when did I learn your name? I'd say... about.. forty years ago, in Obsidian? I call you freind because that was one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life to date? Uh... Your leaving me feeling a bit lost here, Scar." He says with a blink and frown. His handsome features shifting in to a sad frown.


And then he shrugs, pushing it away, still in a good mood on the whole. "Now, assuming you just didn't recognize me due to me using a different face, I'll use the name I did back then- It's me. The Hellhound. Also known as "That fucker who won't die", by some of the men we fought back then. Ringing /any/ bells..?" He continues on- now fully distracted from the battle at hand.

He's a bit disappointed- and worried he mistook this woman for someone else- but.. no. He can't be mistaking her aura, her powers.... that cold, calculating gaze... those pretty lips, those swaying hips.... No, this is /definitely/ the woman he knows. Knew? Who knows. Fucking hell- go up, get happy about a familiar face, and get your shit chewed. What a wonderfull world, eh?