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1. KUNSTKAMMER (closed : for lan)
He'd originally planned on waiting until after the moon had passed before bothering with Lan's vial, but it's been sitting in the hiding place he'd found for it, silently taunting him. February is a plenty busy month so he should have more than enough to keep his mind occupied, yet he still finds himself distracted, his thoughts often drawn back towards the possibilities that Lan's project holds. The curiosity is slowly killing him.

A couple days after the Imbolc festival, he finally breaks. He's got himself a quiet evening and a golden opportunity to find out what happens when he drinks that weird shit, and so he does just that.

He makes it a few more days before slinking in to Lan's shop again, looking pretty ragged when he drags himself through the door. As far as he knows, it's not because of what she'd given him. It's the day before the full moon, is all- he probably shouldn't even be here when he's like this, but the feeling of restlessness has become unbearable. If he's going to suffer all day, he might as well suffer and accomplish something.

Ghoul slowly shuffles his way around shelves, sounding almost as rough as he looks when he quietly asks, "Lan...?"

2. I DARE YOU TO PET HIM (wolf shenanigans/OPEN)
There's a full moon out, and that can only mean one thing: wolves.

Strangely enough, there's one running about alone in one of the larger parks rather than East End's usual territory. Maybe it's a rogue. Maybe it escaped from wherever it locked itself up. Whatever the case, it doesn't seem to be up to too much trouble at the moment. Sprinting through trees, digging holes, chewing on things. The usual kinds of energetic canine business. But, wolves can be pretty unpredictable. Who knows how it'll react when faced with company.

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It seems the wolf is not so absorbed that a new scent wouldn't distract him. And the only new scent in the area was Daryl's. Still, he didn't let that freak him out. It was just a wolf. He moved silently, padding through the undergrowth until he found a spot he liked and settled in there. Watching.

Waiting.

He gives himself a bit of a runaround. It looks like maybe he's new at tracking or is easily distracted, but after a couple darts off in the wrong direction, he seems to have a fix on it now. His nose leads him to a brushy sort of area, and he gets right on in there. Snuffling and poking his face in to places, digging a bit here and there. Whatever's in there, he plans on flushing it out.

And then probably eating it.

The wolf's nose gets real close to his face with it's sniffing and Daryl lashes out just as any cat would: with a quick pap to the nose and loud warning hiss. He did not, otherwise, move.

Oh.

Well, Ghoul's not sure what to think of that. He does jump back and make a slightly high-pitched noise of surprise, though, so the Thing gets it space back. For about ten seconds before he's nosing around the same area again, rumbling in interest.

Dumb.

Stupid pup gets another pap on the nose and a louder warning hiss. If he persists, he'll get a third... with claws out.

He does, indeed, persist. Well, he tries anyway. He pulls back after the second whap, snorting air through his nose as he begins to search for an alternate angle. Maybe if he can get around to the back of it...

Daryl chose his hiding spot well. He was surrounded on all sides by heavy bushes. But the ones to the left and back were thorny. It was the ones on the right that were a little lighter than the rest. Not enough to let the wolf through easily, but all the same it was a different angle to try and access him from.

He kept up a low growl in his throat as the wolf shuffled around.

The thorns are a no-go. He gets tangled up in those for a hot minute before giving up on that route, instead trying from the side. He gets right down on his belly once he realizes there are no spiny bits poking at him and begins a slow crawl further in to the bushes, all proud of himself for figuring it out. Sure, the thing inside is making a real angry noise, but what matters now is the fact that he's going to get it.

Daryl pays attention to the pup's progress and as soon as that nose was in striking distance the third pap came down. This time with claws popping out for a quick warning shot of pain (he wasn't intending to wound) and a louder hiss of warning.

Then, in a perfectly human voice: "Back the fuck off, pup."

That one has claws. Ghoul yelps all quick and short, legs scrabbling beneath him as he retreats a few inches. The greenery around him doesn't allow him to back off as quickly as he would have liked, but oh well. The pain's pretty well over soon enough. He decides to lie down instead of backing off further, lowering his head as he tries to watch the cat through the leaves. And, of course, he whines at it as if that's going to help him any.

Come on.

Whining wasn't going to get the pup anywhere. Daryl recognized his scent now. There was enough human left on it that close up that he could tell which of the idiot pups he'd met that it was being annoying. Thinking he'd get a good meal out of him.

Stupid.

Better to keep him distracted until morning, though. Just in case. For the moment he'd stay where he was. And when the pup eventually got bored, he'd move to somewhere else to draw his attention once more. Dangle himself as the treat on the string. Safer for the rest of the city that way.

Of course whining will help! Because he keeps doing it. Whines all long and pitiful, then creeps forward. Then whines again, and also creeps again. He's got a system going here. A totally foolproof one that is definitely not obvious in any way. He'll have that damn cat in no time.

Daryl doesn't move. Lets the pup creep forward. Keeps the low warning growl going in his throat. And when the pup's nose once more gets close enough?

Pap! Another shot with his claws popping out to give a little pain without really hurting the idiot. If this was how the night was going to go, Daryl could keep up with it.

If he had any idea what cursing was in this form, he'd absolutely be doing it right now.

The closest he can get is that same yelpy sound, and then he decides to switch gears a little. His ears flatten back against his head as he snarls, snapping his teeth a time or two at the air. It's a decent enough stand-in for backtalking.

Daryl waited until the snarling and snapping were done, then promptly papped the wolf on the nose with both paws. Followed by soft bite from a not-so-soft mouth. If the pup wanted to 'back talk', he was gonna learn what that would get him.

"Put your teeth away, pup," he huffed, the low growl in his throat returning afterward.

Ghoul rubs his face against his forelegs after it's attacked in pretty much every way possible, groaning loudly in a way that sounds like the canine equivalent of a noooo.

Fine then. When he picks his head back up he shoots Daryl a stony look, growling all the while. At some point he begins wiggling backwards, away from him. If he wants to be like that, Ghoul will just go find something else to chew on. Dumb thing is probably too small to be any good anyway.

He huffs loudly and stands, scampering away from the stupid bushes and the stupid cat.

Oh, shit. That wasn't good. Daryl was wanting to keep him occupied until sun up. Having him give up wasn't part of the plan.

So out from the bushes Daryl went, darting after the wolf and attacking his tail to get his attention before sprinting off toward a tree with low branches he could quickly climb to get out of the pup's range.

He whips around as soon as he feels a tug on his tail and- chasing! He likes chasing!

He's after the cat like a bat out of hell, skidding to a clumsy stop at the base of the tree. After rearing back and placing his front paws on it, he decided trees are bullshit. But maybe he can climb it too... the cat made it look pretty easy. Ghoul pushes away from the tree and backs off a few paces. Far enough to get a good jogging start so he can also try running up it.

It goes about as well as expected.

Dogs, and their bigger cousins (wolves), are not made for climbing trees the way cats are. Even knowing this, Daryl still gets a little freaked out the pup might make it before he slides right back down. And then he has himself a nice little laugh as he moves a little further out on the branch he was on and dangles one paw down to tempt the pup. He'll pull it back up if Ghoul looks like he might get a good jump in and high enough to snap onto it, but for now... back to teasing.

Ghoul spends a shameful amount of time either trying to leap up and snap at that stupid paw, or trying try sprint his way up the tree. He sort of manages to hold on to it for a decent spell a few times, but he can never quite stick and always, eventually, drops to the ground like a rock.

He's had enough of that shit.

After a moody huff of air, he plops down on his butt and then throws his head back in a howl. He needs some backup over here, god damnit.

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