undergrounds | [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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Party's made a difficult demand. The witch doesn't look happy about the idea of an apology, although she does hiss out a saucy oh, of course.

Right before throwing up a tall curtain of white-gold sparks. It's a cheap tactic to annoy and to keep their groups separated. The sparks sting and welt whatever skin they land on, but it doesn't matter. Ghoul's temper has flared up and he barrels through the fading spell, launching himself at the witches like a living battering ram.

Ghoul's only a few seconds faster than Party, who is completely and utterly over this shit. Hell, no, you don't get to threaten his friends and burn his skin. That's just not how Party rolls.

He lets out a completely inhuman growl as he tackles one of the witches--he frankly doesn't care which one--right to the ground, screaming in her face. "You gonna put me in a fuckin' kennel now, ya piece of shit? Are ya?"

It's a mess. The timid witch is scrambling and screaming. The one pinned by Party lets out a shriek and throws up her hands, which seem to be rapidly glowing with the promise of a fireball. Luckily, she doesn't get the opportunity to fry Party's face. The witch Ghoul's sent rolling across the ground has enough wits about her to fling a pulse of energy his way as he advances on her, blasting him backwards. And right in to Party. Whoops.

She's looking a little green around the gills from using two meaty spells back to back like that, but maybe it'll provide enough of a distraction for the three of them to either regroup or scurry away.

Party is getting ready to sink his very human teeth into the witch's arm, fiery magic missile be damned, when Ghoul knocks him out of the way. He's already growling as they roll over and he recovers quickly, baring his teeth on all fours before he rises to his feet.

The witch with the fireball has to restart, but before she can get up or get anywhere with the spell, Party lands a pretty stellar kick to her torso. Years of bar fights have trained him to play fast and dirty and relying on instinct isn't even hard anymore. She abandons her spell to grab for his leg, but he's faster and he kicks her again.

"This what you wanted, asshole?"

The witch who'd blasted Ghoul is winded, but she still advances on Party. Really, what's Party gonna do about that, anyway? If Ghoul doesn't stop her, he'll be ready. It's not like the third witch is doing anything useful.

It takes Ghoul a little longer to recover. Whatever it was that hit him seems to have dazed him for a moment. When he gets his wits back, it's just in time to notice a few things.

One, Party's kicking the absolute shit out of one of them. Two, the one he'd tangled with is making her way towards Party and looking pretty murderous. And three, the other witch's squawking is drawing too much attention. Looks like more witches are flocking over, and Ghoul doesn't like it.

He scrambles up, doles out a quick punch in the gut for the ballsy witch, and then grabs on to Party's shirt so he can start dragging him away. It's simple enough to do with the two troublemakers on the ground. "Come back this way. Shit's gonna hit the fan, we don't wanna be separated from the others." It'll be too easy to get surrounded and overrun like this. Safety in numbers definitely applies here.

Party grumbles and resists at first, but then he reminds himself that it's Ghoul and Ghoul has his back. If he thinks retreating is a good idea, Party's gonna go with it for now.

Being ever-prepared, he pulls a black beanie out of his pocket and crams it over his bright hair. He's no fool and he knows it won't do him any favors in a crowd if he sticks out too much right now.

"What's the equivalent of runnin' to Canada here? Whales? You wanna go to Whales with me, Mad Max?" He falls into stride with Ghoul, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Ghoul makes a disparaging sound as he leads Party away, keeping two fingers hooked through one of his belt loops in order to prevent him from mindlessly tearing off towards a threat like the overstimulated dog he tends to be. "That's a long ride, bet I'd end up drownin' you in a toilet halfway there."

Once they're back with a few of their own kind, he gives Party's loop one last good yank before letting go, then instantly jumps right in to bossing him around. He's not sure if the witches will bother pursuing them now that they've got pack-mentality on their side, but just in case... "If they ain't completely fuckin' stupid they'll try to break us all up, so don't fuck off too far. If I see you gettin' surrounded in the middle of nowhere I'm gonna beat the shit outta you myself."

That's encouraging, right?

Party pushes closer and rests his chin on Ghoul's shoulder. "Aww, you worried 'bout little ol' me?"

Of course he takes this opportunity to make kissy noises in Ghoul's ear. "Don't worry I'll stick all close to you and keep you safe, too. I got your back, baby."

Party's got a way of worming in and obliterating Ghoul's concentration. This is a tense moment, but here the little shit is, being all distracting and amusing. "Real worried." It sounds marginally convincing, at least until he adds, "What am I gonna do if you get killed? I can't afford your apartment."

Ghoul keeps his head turned away in order to prevent Party from seeing his grin even as he reaches back, patting his covered hair in a fond sort of way. Then he shoves Party's head away. "Get offa me. Go bug Sherman for a while, shit."

Leaning in more, Party licks a wet stripe of saliva up Ghoul's cheek. "Got a few months of rent's worth of paintings you could sell before you'd gotta panic over losin' the best dancer you ever known."

And then he bounces off to find Sherman. At least now Ghoul will smell like him for a while. He's not sure what that will accomplish other than annoying Ghoul, but that's always fun for a laugh.

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

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