Daryl Dixon (
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undergrounds2017-05-19 11:57 am
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[May 20th-30th] Another Cause for Me to Fight (Richmond Territory Claim)
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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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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Re: 21-27 May - Delinquents and defacement
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As far as anyone else is concerned, he's been on his best behavior. And being on his best behavior, he's of course very interested in the state of things in Richmond. When he makes another round past the Center, the last thing he expects to see is an army of rats tearing the place apart.
He should probably, like, do something about it since he's still technically allied with Daybreak, but all he can do is laugh. Because this is pretty great.
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"Hey, you should join in. This is fun!" And then he realized he recognized the guy. "I know you, you're the guy with the chihuahua!"
The one with the missing owner. Roddy momentarily wondered how that had turned out, but decided he didn't really care all that much.
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But, look, that's not the point. He moves closer, careful to step around any rats in his path instead of on them. He's not cruel, and besides, they're doing good work. He's happy to let them continue even if he does say, "Ain't supposed to be doin' all that, you know."
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Wasn't supposed to be doing all this? Well, when had that ever stopped anyone?
"Sure, but doesn't a part of you want to let your rebellious side out?"
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He dodges the question, kneeling down and poking his finger in to one of the many rat holes pockmarking the ground. "You really up for gettin' on the bad side of the witches? Samantha don't take stuff gracefully."
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Don't knock it. It was a good plan.
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"All else fails, you can hide behind me. Me and her never got along, it ain't nothin' new." Ghoul flashes him a wicked grin. He's not exactly large or scary, but he's been itching to take a chunk out of Samantha. Maybe all of this will be enough to draw her out of her cave, and maybe he'll be able to get in one good maul before being magic'd in to sludge.
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And cats were terrifying, don't even try to tell Roddy otherwise. Roddy grinned.
"Although, hiding behind you sounds pretty great, too."
And he seemed to recall Party offering to be someone for him to hide behind as well, in the past, although in that context he was talking about hiding from cats, so he wasn't sure if it applied here.
"Maybe I could get everyone scarier than I am together, and hide behind the whole group."
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"Tut tut," he says, blood still on his mouth from the rat kills. "Defacing private property. Why don't you run along back to the sewer with the rest of your foul little friends?"
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"You're fae." Or so he'd assume, considering shifters generally could not talk in their animal forms. Not that it was a surprise. This whole thing was because of fae under witch control, so he wasn't surprised that one might be sent to stop him. What did surprise him was the sheer level of rudeness the fae took with him.
"So did your witch command you to act like that, or are you just an asshole on your own?"
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"I'll let you be the judge of that." The cat stops at a safe distance, his eyes gleaming in the dark. He's called for security. If he can keep rat boy talking for just a minute longer, they'll be able to catch him. "You realise you've committed a crime."
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"And let me guess. You're going to take me in, now."
Roddy had no doubt that he could, either, as was evidenced by the way Roddy took a step back. Sure, the feline form wasn't the most imposing, but he knew that fae were never what they seemed, and were never harmless. He shifted back to human, because he figured he'd have to run soon, and it wouldn't do to have a rat creature running through the streets.
"The thing is..." he said, taking a few more steps back, "You're going to have to catch me, first!"
And with that, he turned and ran.
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