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undergrounds2017-09-12 11:24 pm
cabins) wrote in undergrounds2017-09-12 11:24 pm
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Greenwich Territory Claim (September 5th-6th)
Morning and afternoon of September 5th
The day before the full moon, and it's a purposeful day. By tomorrow night, Laura wants Greenwich to belong to the East End Pack. Those over the age of 18 with Daylight Jewelry go in first and begin to infiltrate. Vampire strongholds are sussed out, and wolves begin to set up camp around them, waiting for the inevitable moment when the vampires awoke.
Evening of September 5th
It's an ambush, for the most part. Smaller holdings are left untouched, but larger hotspots are hit hard by the army of wolves. Almost the full moon, they should be at the height of their power. Only those above the age of eighteen are allowed on the battlefield.
Morning of September 6th
When day breaks, it's clear who's won this time. Vampires without moonlight jewelry slink back into the shadows. Those who live are spared- but only until moonrise. Then Greenwich officially becomes the East End's.
Evening of September 6th
Rumors of a wolf-pack running through Greenwich Park begin to circulate as the moon rises. Those who are able are invited to celebrate in the park in wolf form. Those who are not are invited to celebrate at the den.
The day before the full moon, and it's a purposeful day. By tomorrow night, Laura wants Greenwich to belong to the East End Pack. Those over the age of 18 with Daylight Jewelry go in first and begin to infiltrate. Vampire strongholds are sussed out, and wolves begin to set up camp around them, waiting for the inevitable moment when the vampires awoke.
Evening of September 5th
It's an ambush, for the most part. Smaller holdings are left untouched, but larger hotspots are hit hard by the army of wolves. Almost the full moon, they should be at the height of their power. Only those above the age of eighteen are allowed on the battlefield.
Morning of September 6th
When day breaks, it's clear who's won this time. Vampires without moonlight jewelry slink back into the shadows. Those who live are spared- but only until moonrise. Then Greenwich officially becomes the East End's.
Evening of September 6th
Rumors of a wolf-pack running through Greenwich Park begin to circulate as the moon rises. Those who are able are invited to celebrate in the park in wolf form. Those who are not are invited to celebrate at the den.
post-claim, mid-September (open!)
He slinks through Greenwich Park in cat form, sniffing around for the telltale signs of wolf activity. If he spots one, he doesn't approach but instead follows at a distance. He can tell they've been here. The question is, how many?
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Laura's running the show today. They've taken over an Air BNB she rented in the neighborhood, turning it into command central. On the dining room table she's got a map of the territory laid out in front of her, with Dungeons and Dragons figurines brought out to represent both vampires and the wolves. Every once in a while, someone comes in with news, or a wounded soldier enters the kitchen that they've turned into a medical tent.
"Can someone get me another coffee?" She finds herself asking for the 20th time that evening.
Morning Sept 6
They'd done it. She'd been forced to sleep in the early hours of the morning, and now she's awake again, still in her clothes from the night before. With a smile on her face and a cup of coffee in hand, Laura strolls about the streets.
Not bad for her first month as Second-In-Command, she had to say.
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Or to terrorize Laura's beautiful setup. He stops by the table and knocks over a couple figurines that are supposed to represent the vampires, but he makes up for it by thwapping another wolf in the arm and shooing him away to fetch Laura's coffee. Look, he's helping. "That'd be the way for the vamps to fuck this all up, y'know. Cut off the coffee supply."
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dungeonmap. Truthfully, she'd always wanted to have an excuse to do something like that with the little pieces- other than a game of Risk- and it was just as satisfying as you would expect."Ghoul, can you pick those up please? Set them back exactly as you found them." There isn't any humor in Laura's voice at the moment. She had to run a hostile takeover, after all.
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Ghoul makes a sour face at the map, flipping the little figures upright again with a sigh. They all mostly make it back to where they were before... One ends up slightly more diagonal than it had originally been, because Ghoul is a rebel like that. Laura's not the boss of him.
Except she kind of is. He's even come to her for directions. "Where am I goin' next?"
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Fish to fry in the sun, what what!
And for the record, yes, yes she is the boss of him.
"Make sure you're eating something," Laura says. "Chug a bottle of water while you're at it- I don't want my wolves getting dehydrated. We've still got a few hours until sundown."
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Apparently.
"Really...?" He never would've guessed that drinks and snacks were an important step in the process of a hostile takeover. How horrendously boring.
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"I have fruit snacks."
Everyone loved fruit snacks. She was a teacher. It was known.
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His shoulders slump a little, because seriously, how anti-badass is this. Nevertheless, he says, "Okay, fine. Eating, drinking, whatever. Is everything else ready? Is it just a waiting game now?"
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"Sun should be setting soon."
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Ghoul's new jewelry is putting in a lot of work. As far as he knows, he's one of the only ones who's able to shift between forms without losing or ruining his clothing, so he's doing a lot of running between groups. When in wolf form, though, he's never far from a more experienced wolf. Control is still an issue and he can't be trusted on his own just yet, but it's going fine! He's only been snapped at once!
Or twice. Fine, maybe three times...
evening of sept 6th (ota)
Okay, maybe he over did it with the rapidly-transforming-900-times thing. Apparently it's really, really intense and Ghoul has no idea how shifters regularly do this shit. The rest of the pack's energy levels seem to be steadily rising along with the moon, but Ghoul feels like his batteries have been completely drained. He ends up being nearly taken out by a doorway, clipping his shoulder on it with a loud thump as he tiredly passes through it, and that's probably a clear sign that there will be no park partying for him.
5 September
He's counting on the blood to hide his smell. Given enough wolf gore, a vampire doesn't smell like a vampire except at very close range, and by then it's too late. He's done this before; it hasn't failed him yet in a few hundred years of trying.
He's never cared much about territory, really, but he doesn't like wolves and he enjoys killing enough that the current limits on slaughter are getting dreadfully dull and any excuse for a fight is welcome. As soon as he got word of the incursion in Greenwich he hopped in a taxi and put himself right in the thick of it, where the fighting was fiercest.
Not that his side ever stood a chance. It's embarrassing how quickly they were beaten back to the edges of the borough. Now the wolves just have to mop up the last of the resistance. It's about time for Joscelin to make his escape, back to his cozy flat and a nice, hot shower, but not until he's made this one last kill.
Whether or not the figure coming toward him is wolf or human is kind of beside the point. If it's a wolf he's doing a good deed by ridding the world of one more mangy dog, and if it's a human, well. In all this chaos, who can keep track? He can enjoy his meal and claim collateral damage if someone objects.
"P-please." He makes a very pathetic figure, crouched over like this. There's a lot to be said for the ability to cry on command. He's surprised more vampires don't try it. "Help me..."
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If he weren't feeling overwhelmingly furious and protective all of a sudden, he might wonder why the kid smells like wolf blood.
But that doesn't even register in his mind. Ghoul swoops in, kneeling next to Joscelin and reaching out towards him. The sobbing-pitifully act is evidently very convincing. "Hey, c'mere, it's fine. We're gonna get outta here, okay? Can you get up?"
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Joscelin had been hoping to get a free meal out of this, but alas. He'll just have to settle.
A small hand clings to Ghoul's arm as the child attempts to stand. "They were--the vampires, they--" He breaks into a new round of terrified sobs.
The hand on Ghoul's arm tightens. Too tight. Tight enough to bruise.
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That's not right. Adult humans shouldn't be able to bruise him so easily, forget a pre-teen one. Maybe he's a meta... It's a fair possiblity, but the thought doesn't put Ghoul's mind at ease. Something is off. Joscelin smells strange. Maybe it's the stench of gore. But he also smells like wolf. And...
Oh, shit.
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"The vampires gave up far too easily," he finishes. He has wolfsbane, and a switchblade knife.
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It would've been more effective to kick him right in his horrible baby face, probably, but the fact that he is wearing a small child's face is enough to make Ghoul hesitate on that one. And that's a mistake.