[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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20 May - Some Harassment of the not-so-locals

[dirtyredneck]

The first of the patrols break from their normal routes to stop and watch a group of Daybreak Witches handing out election flyers about a block from the Center. They're smiling and happy and excited about the Night Council election. Very motivated.

When people clear out and there's a lull in foot traffic, the two Hillingdon women head on over and put on fake smiles. They take the flyers handed to them, then take the whole stack and dump them all in the nearest public trash can. While the witches protest the treatment, one of the pair pulls out some matches and sets the whole thing alight.

Around the territory, other similar incidents happen. More noticeable at night only because the trash fires are easier to see.

21-27 May - Delinquents and defacement

[dirtyredneck]

While some of the patrols harass the people trying to campaign for the Night Council President, others take it upon themselves to do more obvious disruptive acts. Daryl himself encourages a lot of this, particularly among the feline population of the territory.

By the 25th there have been at least two incidents of graffiti blackening the windows of the Center and defacing the doors have occurred with little recourse on the side of the witches. Whoever's doing it seems to know how to get past any minor magical alarms or protections. Or maybe they're just lucky. And from the looks of things through the eyes of cats, Daryl's pretty sure it's more than just one person doing it.

30 May - Shutting the joint down - before

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl's on the steps of the Center before dawn. He was always more awake around the start and end of the day as it was. So getting there long before anyone was there to open it wasn't difficult. Sitting there, with a good two dozen of the local strays keeping him company, was actually a little relaxing. He wasn't exactly scared about what he was going to do, but he was nervous. Things could easily go wrong after all.

When he was joined by a few of the patrols that wandered by, he felt better. And when a couple of the people he specifically asked to join him actually showed up, the nerves started to fade.

They could still lose this. Witches did have magic. But at least they were doing something.

Daryl nodded at the latest newcomer, "Hey. Thanks for this."

30 May - Shutting the joint down - during

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl paced at the top of the steps, keeping his body in front of the door while those who'd shown up to support him kept themselves off to either side. The small, stray cat army he'd gathered took up the space in front of him.

On the sidewalk stood the first of the witches trying to get in for the day.

"Uh uh," Daryl shook his head, waving her off, "You ain't getting no where near goin' inside. This all is Hillingdon property now. And you ain't got permission to pull any of the shit that goes on in there. Center's closed."

30 May - Shutting the joint down - after

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl leaned back against the wall next to the doors of the Center. The witches had left, unable to break the line and were probably gonna regroup. But with more of the Hillingdon patrols heading out to make sure larger groups of witches weren't gonna pull anything, he felt safe enough for the next day or two.

"Want this place guarded, 24-7," he said in a voice raised just high enough to be heard by his people. His feline friends would do some of the watching and raising of any alarms if someone tried to pull shit. "Figure out what to do with it later."

If anyone who'd helped him tried to go inside, well, he wasn't gonna stop them.

Center For Magical Innovation Investigation

[dirtyredneck]

(If you're taking a look around after the fighting's done, post in here with what you're doing and I'll talk to our lovely mod about what might be found so it's all nice and organized. o7)