Log; Ongoing

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

When; midnight (12:01am June 4)
Rating; PG? PG-13? Violence!
Characters; open to anyone involved in fighting the Golden Army
Summary; What started as a relatively calm night changes with a rumble in the Underground. Most would think it's a particularly noisy train passing by, but this sound doesn't rumble on its way through. The rumbling grows louder and louder until ten mechanical monsters emerge from the subway station, one by one on heavy pounding feet, onto the street. They are larger than ten men and they can shake just as many off their metal hides. They are single units but they can fight even in a hundred pieces. They are the Golden Army. They are here by command of he who wears the Crown of Bethmora, and he has every intention of seeing them do what they were made to do; to destroy.
Log;

Something was coming. He could feel it.

It had started off as some rumblings in the Underground, and, as far as anybody thought, it was just some trains passing by...but something was off.

Hanna knew something was going to happen. He'd been preparing for something bad ever since he finally figured out who attacked Gallahad...who had been attacking so many others. The problem was, Hanna didn't exactly know what the next move of the Elf King Nuada was going to be...

So he watched and waited. Something was going to happen...and as the rumbling grew louder and louder, he seemed to realize that the something that was coming...was big. And bad. And probably answering for Nuada directly...

Take down the backup support, it'll be a lot easier to take down the head of the army.

The literal army, as it turned out. Ten giant golden soldiers...

Hanna was outnumbered and outmatched. But he just grinned and gripped his hammer and marker tighter as the soldiers emerged from the subway. He was gonna make sure they didn't get very far.

"HEY!! Ya big tin morons, down here!!"

The soldiers seemed to stop and turn around, and he smirked. Time to take down the Golden Army.

[ooc: As mentioned here, we decided to do a log after all for the big fight on the streets. Use prose, brackets, whatever floats your boat! NPC the Golden Army soldiers as full soldiers or in pieces because even when beheaded the bits and pieces can crawl around and kick people |D Meet other characters and form lasting fight partnerships! Also this may be of interest to you, those vandals.]

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[inmyothertights]

Billy has amazing timing.

Well it's not really timing so much as just sheer luck (or is it lack of luck?) to end up awake and going to say: get a hot dog, or on a date (that was only once) or on the steps of the library when something just happens to attack. Tonight, it was something equally mundane: he had gone out for a coffee run to sustain him through another night of World of Warcraft when he heard the booming.

In Billy's line of work (in theory, because it's not like he gets paid for risking his life, unless meeting your heroes equals payment) that's pretty much tantamount to some seriously noxious shit is going down. He can do the spell to switch into his superhero getup in his sleep at this point (and he has, more than once) so as he flies over he changes, his red cape swirling around him.

Superman would totally be jealous.

He sees the Golden men marching and tightens the grip on his staff, and goes in. The electricity around him is bright blue, and he really hopes that whatever those things are will fall with a blast.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Hanna sees Billy out of the corner of his eye, and he waves him down, before returning to the advancing Golden Army.

Frowning in concentration, he swiftly uncaps his marker, rapidly drawing a rune on his hand before firing a beam of energy at one of the metal soldiers, hoping to destroy it.

And he does, causing to grin and jump up and down...until he sees that despite the soldier's body being destroyed, it's not 'dead', as the pieces seem to come back together...

"Well...crap."

[inmyothertights]

Billy spots Hanna and spins around the field, trying to figure out how many there are down there. Part of the Young Avengers training was assessment, and Billy was always the prime person because he always had the birds-eye view, and he could fly faster than Teddy. The benefit of not having wings.

"Hanna!" He sees the Golden Soldier reform, and he sends a burst of bright blue electricity it's way, but instead of stopping it the electricity simply sizzles brightly and leaves a charred spot on the golden head.

Well. Crap.

Luckily Billy has more aces up his sleeve.

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

World of Warcraft? Really? How fortunate for Adrian Veidt to have lived through the era prior to the MMORPG, although to say he is not familiar with a six-sided die would be a lie. This is of course neither here nor there where the City is concerned. He has been watching since the army's movement registered on his screens. He has since been changed from Adrian Veidt to Ozymandias. Mask not included because it has long become unnecessary. The entire world knows his identity, he hides in plain sight.

Watching Wiccan descend into the fray is a kind of treat, not just for the effort being made against the would be destroyers but also for...well...that's a personal thing. Ozymandias rarely smiles in the heat of battle and few can tell in the darkness of a shadow anyway, but the corners of his lips pull into the slightest look of pleasure.

[inmyothertights]

Look, some people were cursed to drink, some people were cursed to repeat Pii, and Billy was cursed to play WoW. There is no shame in that. Mana tap, mana tap.

Wiccan moves with a certain kind of grace in the air that Billy absolutely lacks on the ground, blue energy pulsating around him, his eyes shining like two beacons as he systematically tries to take one of the Golden Soldiers apart, only to have the pieces continue to move.

agh so late - before he meets up with hanna?

[fromlegal.livejournal.com]

When the impossibly large soldier begins to fall, attempting to get out of the cord Natasha has entangled in its limbs, she leaps from its shoulder onto the ground beside it. The attempts of the others has made it clear that these beings won't stay down, even when torn apart, but she watches it anyway.

Snick; the cord breaks in one place, then more rapid breaks follow it and its limbs move as it frees itself. An eyebrow betrays her, though it's not surprise she's feeling. Frustration, maybe, at the endless momentum these things have. She drives forward again, barely dodging its grasp once before the other hand catches her foot, flinging her away and into the street. She looks above her at the blue shocks and recognizes Billy from their network conversation.

Ever formal, she nods before getting up slowly. "Mr. Kaplan."

Sure thing!

[inmyothertights]

Billy spots her and isn't sure what to say at first. First off, she works for Tony, and second off, after watching her move, it's clear that she is not just an assistant. He hovers over her and he makes sure that he's covering her, bright blue lightning flashing if anyone comes too close to either Natalie or Billy.

"Oh, hey, Miss Rushman, right?"

God does this mean Iron Man is showing up, too?

Crap.

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

Max is on the rooftop of her apartment building when she starts to hear the rumbling. She's facing the opposite direction of where the robot soldiers are emerging, but she quickly moves to the edge where she can best see them, and her eyes go wide with shock.

There are already people down there, trying to fight them back, and she stops at her apartment just long enough to grab a weapon before running out to join them. It's not typically her style, fighting with weapons, but she knows she can't fight these things off with just her hands and feet. The best things she can find are a pair of sharpened brass knuckles and a sword (she's not sure how much good either are going to do, but something's better than nothing), and once she's got those she's on the streets, running up to the first person she can find.

"What do we know about these things?"

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Hanna waves her over, grateful that more people are coming in to stop the soldiers before they can hurt anybody...

Firing off another beam of magic at an approaching soldier, knocking it backwards into another waiting member of the army, he tries to explain the situation...as hard as that may be.

"They're sort of indestructible...you can slice them to bits and blow them up and they either put themselves back together or the little bits leftover start coming after you!"

He turns to Max with a small grin.

"We just need to keep them from hurting anybody or destroying anything until we find a way to permanently stop them."

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

"Got it," she says with a grim nod. (He seems awfully chipper about fighting something that can't be stopped - thoughts of fighting Ames White and the rest of the Familiars she's come up against at home spring to mind).

One of them comes up behind them, and Max turns and swings at it with her sword, slashing it across its...chest.

"How many other people are here so far that are fighting?"

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Rain had been heading home late from the Library and just wandering about under the stars. She heard the noise and saw the giant warriors and was about to turn tail and find a place to hide when she thought she saw a child far too close to the danger. That was one thing she couldn't ignore, so she changed direction, running towards where she'd seen the small shape to try and help.

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Civilian casualties were nothing new to Ozymandias, but unnecessary casualties was something he wouldn't stand for. Seeing Rain running one way and part of a soldier rolling the other, he knew the result would not be pretty without help. So he swept downward from the shadow filling the space between two buildings and grabbed the first usable object he could find: a garbage lid. It wasn't much, really, how innocuous, but when used properly it could inflict the right kind of damage. What he had in mind sent the metal into the joint gears of the oncoming mechanical beast, temporarily tripping it face first into the asphalt. Hopefully it was enough to bide Rain's time.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Rain glanced up quickly as she ducked out of the way of the falling soldier and spared enough time for a quick thankful wave as she continued on her mission.

*Reserving the right to save Rain, that is, until he's struck down*

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Having finished his shift in the Emergency Room, Solomon made his way out into the cooler night air, his attention already shifting to thoughts of home. That is until he heard the unexpected clang of metal striking the city streets, and the even more surprising sight of seeing the familiar form of Rain as she darted across the street.

This certainly wasn't good. And under any normal situation he would have redirected his path to avoid interacting with the tall menacing forms of the mechanical fighters. This wasn't his problem, and Saya was not involved...

But Rain was...

He pursed his lips, debating for only a moment before he quickened his pace to intercept her. "Rain!"

Re: *Reserving the right to save Rain, that is, until he's struck down*

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Rain heard the familiar voice and turned to look over her shoulder. Her eyes widened when she saw him and she frantically tried to wave him back. "Doctor! Go away! It's dangerous!"

[2ndnightshift.livejournal.com]

Archie has responded well to all of the tinkering and upgrades. Dan is fully suited and taking the vehicle for a spin. Of course you just cannot put on your vigilante outfit and expect only a joy ride. There has to be something going on in the City tonight.

It only takes one more block distance and there's activity in the street. Dan immediately falls into the Nite Owl mentality. Can't be a night parade, those figures are too small to be floats. Even closer he sees other citizens among those....things? What is that? He pulls down the para-scope. "Robots?"

Okay. This IS trouble. Archie descends even more, hovering still. Its pilot is out of the cockpit and looking down the hatch.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Is...is that a spaceship?

Hanna is now officially distracted, staring up at Archie in a sort of stunned wonder, before remembering he was fighting a small army of slightly indestructible robots. Seeing somebody coming down from a hatch in the cool looking spaceship, Hanna grins and waves, since whoever had a ship like that must be either a superhero or an alien. Either way, they could help fight the Golden Army!

"Hey up there!! Wanna fight some robots?"

He laughed before quickly shooting off another rule, following that by rushing after his newest robot target with the hammer. Maybe they could be ripped apart from the inside...

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Well well well.

Adrian would recognize that shape anywhere. He's the ground at the moment, keeping out of the way but diving into the fray whenever he has a chance. It's almost like old times.

Almost.

[sword-boy.livejournal.com]

Wandering the streets looking for trouble was a regular habit of Tsurugi's. Just seeing the hint of gold from those soldiers made Tsurugi ready to act. Something was wrong, and Tsurugi wouldn't let it go on.

"Sasword, it's time to fight. Shall we go?"

With those words, a little metallic scorpion seemed to appeared by Tsurugi's side and jumped into Tsurugi's hand. With feeling Sasword in his hand, Tsurugi moved to put it within a little cradle upon the sword he was carrying.

As Tsurugi uttered "Henshin," a voice from the sword announced . An armor started to surround Tsurugi's body creating what looked like a heavily armored knight. He started to run towards one of the soldiers, hitting the tail of the scorpion cradled in his sword into the sword (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oG6aOQGoP_E), causing the mechanical voice of the Sword to declare leading to the heavier pieces of the armor to fly off and knock back the solider back a bit, leaving a sleeker-looking armor... one looking vaguely like a scorpion ready to strike. The sword then announced one last phrase before Tsurugi started to move again, .

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Now that's interesting.

Ozymandias was watching from the shadows, doing his best to be involved without putting himself in the limelight. It was the best way to get information on everything after all, and that's mostly what he wanted to get. He had no doubt the civilian defense could take care of this threat. Finding out what they had on their side was imperative. So he did little to hide his observation of Tsurugi from the sidelines, but he wouldn't interfere with the man's method--if he was a man, because he didn't look it at all under the armor--unless confronted.

[neverplay]

[ In a case like this, strength isn't on her side. Utilizing force to tear the golden figure apart with her bare hands would be a futile attempt, given her relative size. Agility is her best honed tool now, and she uses it to her advantage, evading the soldier's cumbersome movements with a flip here and a leap there.

Mindy has learned her lesson since her encounter with Nuada (surprisingly), and doesn't set her expectations to fully destroying the warrior. Instead, she's targeting its limbs, using strength and skill with her blade to target the joints. It takes some effort to break off its right arm, but effort does it, and soon it clatters onto the ground. With a flip, she descends off the soldier's back and lands a distance still in it's reach, appropriate for aiming a golfer's strike to the hunk of arm. With a echoing clatter, it skips and skids across the concrete and away from the solider-- that will buy some time while it tries to draw back its arm. Dodging a bludgeoning strike by the remaining arm, Mindy leaps backwards to safer distance.

They are small attacks, but when facing something this large, small moves aren't bad at all. ]

Take that, you fucker.

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

[ max has still got the sword she brought and is doing her best to attack without getting herself hurt (she really doesn't want to spend another week confined to her apartment because of an injury), so she's doing a lot of ducking, flipping, and blocking of her own.

she's not too far away from mindy and when she sees one of the robots heading her way, she darts over and strikes it from behind, in the back of its knees. ]

[lastpunchline.livejournal.com]

[The Comedian is lurking behind her, his usual array of guns at hand in case things get ugly for her. He could get more involved, but he sees Archie and he knows that Ozymandias is probably somewhere out here too, and Laurie, and he doesn't need them knowing about his relationship with Mindy...yet. So for now he watches and waits. Most of these people have it together, anyway]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Hanna grinned as Hit-Girl joined the party, taking off one of the soldiers arms.

"Good to see you!"

[adamantined]

Claire doesn't have very many tricks up her sleeves, nothing that would serve any sort of purpose unless she's able to act as a shield, but she is fast, faster than she looks. And for now she's proving it: moving from a quick walk into a jog until she's sprinting from a familiar walk home from the Blue Light toward the noises and vibrations she recognizes as not being a train rattling toward its station. Unsure of what she can do personally, curiosity propels her forward, until the soles of her feet are skidding against pavement and she's ducking as something she can't make out in the poor lighting goes crashing behind her.

She spends a moment breathing, sweating underneath the canvas of her coat, helpful in the surprisingly cool night until now. Busy fingers push back those unfilled sleeves as she heads into the throng, aware but not mindful, vision obscured by dust and dark but still attentive, trying to find anyone who might have just gotten stuck in the wrong place and a very wrong time. It's in this manner that she practically trips over a small, dark figure in the fight, the flat purple shine of the girl's hair flaring up only for a moment as another one of the streetlights bursts and goes out.

"Sorry," she hisses, not necessarily out of place in all the confusion but a little bit unsure of what to do. Claire stands back and catches her breath, surveying Mindy in the momentary calm, though she's moving again in no time, nearly tripping over her tennis shoes in some attempt to help. "You look like you know what you're doing!" Shouting is the only means of communicating over the noise all around them.