[May 20th-30th] Another Cause for Me to Fight (Richmond Territory Claim)

[dirtyredneck]

He'd been sucking it up for months. Holding back waiting to see if Daybreak would get off their ass and do something about the shit that had gone down in their territory since Raymond's rise (which ended promptly with his fall, a thing Daybreak had no hand in). But all they'd done in Richmond was decide to build that eye sore of an insult to all non-witches. 'Center for Magical Innovation'. Bullshit. Center for slavery of non-witches was more accurate. Starting with the fae.

When Faolan had spoken against it, Daryl had hopes that maybe what little loose leadership the clan had might be ready to get up off their ass and do something. But that didn't happen and a month passed while the Center sat there, getting used. It's visitors abusing folks in ways it was hard to get any proof of. Just rumor and small confessions of a few fae who'd been able to slip away. Some of the stray cats in the area talked about it, too. Didn't like how it 'felt'.

Another month had almost passed and Daryl was done with waiting. He'd set up small patrols with others he'd trusted among Hillingdon months ago. Stuff to help protect the residents in the ways that Daybreak had been neglecting to. It wouldn't take much to turn those patrols toward doing something more.

Richmond was basically his territory already. It was time to make it Hillingdon's too.

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[injectablefame]

Party's on edge after it's all said and done. He's not entirely sure where East End stands with anyone anymore and he's not feeling entirely secure with how well his standing will be in his own pack. There are still a few crumbled and rolled up campaign flyers sticking out of his back pocket. He pulls one out and walks up the steps to the front door, flattening it the best he can as he moves. As he tucks the little flyer onto window ledge closest the front door, he sighs. It reads "Vote for Yasmine Merad and keep our community free" with one of Party's colorful pieces of bright animal art.

"JUst let me know how I can help. You got my number?"

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl watches the flyer be tucked away before looking up at Party. Least the kid seemed to have gotten through it all right. He hadn't expected the help from the wolves. Any wolf. To have some of them turn on the others... well, he was grateful.

So when Party asked the question he shook his head and pulled his cell phone out. Handed it over, "Not yet."

[injectablefame]

He takes it and starts typing in his number, inclining his head back towards East End's land. "Couple of us aren't thrilled with the witches right now. It was good to see someone else standin' up to 'em."

Adding his name to the contact listing as Party Poison, he hands the phone back. "You need some help dealin' with this stuff, you call me and I'll see what I can get away with. Don't wanna see anyone else put in a cage again if we can help it."

[dirtyredneck]

The words shake him a little, cause he's certain that Party wasn't one of the were's who were forced into the pit fighting ring with him back around this time last year. A second later, he realizes the kid was talking about the fae inside the building. The ones he assumed everyone else heading in were going to free.

Daryl takes the phone back and notes the name and number, then nods, "Sure. You do the same, okay? I'll pay ya back for the help."

[injectablefame]

"Thanks." He grins sheepishly. "I might need it after this, y'know?"

Oh, he's going to be in some serious trouble, especially after what Katherine had said to him. This wasn't a decision he made for his own ease, that's for sure.

"All these stupid games everyone's playin' ain't for shit if they're not for doin' what's right."

[dirtyredneck]

Party and the other werewolves needing help after what they pulled was exactly what worried him. He was glad of it - very glad of the help - but it did put them in danger. From both Daybreak and their own pack members if the ones following Samantha around were any indication. There was a division going on over there.

"Well, if it comes down to it, I ain't affected by the bite." Which was the most direct offer he was going to make to come watch the kid's back if he needed it against his own kind.