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Thomas stepped outside, relieved to be leaving the party. Sure, he liked some of the people there, but by and large, it really wasn't his sort of thing. He'd have far preferred to be wearing...well, something a little more casual. Sure, he looked great in his stark white suit, but Thomas's typical style typically ranged from the casual, like t-shirts and jeans, to the ridiculous, outfits that heavily flaunted his well muscled form. He didn't typically wear formal wear, and certainly didn't consider vampires losing their protection to be a thing to celebrate. He didn't want war with all the other factions, or violence in the streets.

Still, at least he was out of the party, so he didn't have to hide his disapproval any more. He could just go home, kick off his shoes and relax. Or so he thought.

Casually strolling home, Thomas was completely oblivious to the fact that the challenges of the night had only just begun, or that the fallout from Raymond's policies would so quickly come back on him.

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The car slowed down and it swiftly became apparent it was a cab. The cats did maintain their distance, but there was some definite agitation among their numbers.

The cab came to a stop, the driver leaning out the window, clearly weirded out by all the cats and the fact that Thomas was obviously injured. He cautiously called out, "Cash only and the moggies stay here."

"I can do both."

Thomas hurried into the back of the cab, slamming the door behind them, glad to have some separation between him and all the cats. He had plenty of cash in his pocket, and since it was a cab, he didn't even have to bother with a pretense of going to the hospital. What he could do, though, is act like he was just as confused by what was going on as this man was, and give him the impression that they were both in the same boat of being seriously freaked out. If that didn't work, Thomas would just make it very clear that he had plenty of cash to give the man.

"Mind driving around aimlessly with the meter running for a bit? Something weird is going on tonight, man, and I want to lose whatever's out here. And those cats."

The cab driver took Thomas up on the offer. Cash was cash and an easy fare was an easy fare. Even with the spooky shit going on.

Daryl watched his prey get to the safety of the cab and didn't attempt to pursue from there. He was fast enough to follow, but only as a bobcat. Which would mean putting his bow away and stashing it somewhere with his clothes. Not exactly what he wanted to do while hunting.

His quarry for the evening was gone and he'd have to be satisfied he'd scared the crap outta the man. The way he dived for that cab said loads. Instead of all the extra effort that could have come from the pursuit, Daryl let the energy drain out of him slowly as he made his way to street level and into an alley. Called out to his friends and had them come near so he could thank them properly. A few with affectionate scratches. More with head rubs and purring.

All Thomas would see if he turned back to look was the group of cats moving en masse into one of the dark alleyways made all the darker by the limited brightenss of the street lamps. He could worry they were attempting to follow him to where ever the cab was dropping him off. They weren't, but he could worry about that for a while.