33 Apocalypse Ave (Cale Residence) - Saturday

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

If the rumbling ground wasn't enough to give Thursday the hint that something was amiss, the business across the street being pulverised by trolls certainly did the trick.

Thursday was in action immediately, bounding up the stairs two at a time. She bypassed Friday's room and went straight for her own, grabbing her Jurisfiction manual from the bedside table and her gun from in the bedside drawer. She fixed the gun holster around her waist and headed to Friday's room.

Everything else would have to wait. She flicked the book open to the description she'd written of Commander Bradshaw and Mrs Bradshaw's living room. Without even giving him a chance to ask "sit amet?" she scooped Friday up and started reading aloud. They quickly disappeared.

Five minutes later, Thursday returned alone. The book was shoved into her pocket and she headed downstairs to find the others.

Unfortunately, five minutes is a long time in Fandom. The trolls had taken notice of the house.

This did not bode well for the Cale residence.

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Logan was watching the destruction from one of the front windows, armed with a gun but not about to go charging out there just yet. He looked around when Thursday came downstairs, expression pensive. "I assume you got Friday to safety?" Not that he doubted she would, but better to make sure.

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Thursday nodded. "As much as I'm sure he'd love all of the attention from our new neighbours, I told him he's not to get into his first live fight until he's 16."

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Logan smiled faintly. "If only that wasn't a distinction anyone had to make," he said dryly. He glanced out the window again and shook his head. "They haven't come to the house yet, but it's only a matter of time now."

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"I never thought I'd say this, but it's a shame Vader's not here."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

"The last thing we need is a loose cannon like that at our backs," John said, coming down the stairs with a shotgun in his hands and a bag of weapons slung over his shoulder.

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"I was actually thinking we could send him out as bait," Thursday replied.

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John grinned. "Okay, that might've been useful. You know how to use a gun?"

[fh_extras]

After a while, the trolls seemed to realize that they hadn't yet gone near the house. Several of them turned and headed towards it, sporting heavy cudgels and an urge for property-destruction.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick picked up his list at his desk and added "Step 5: Celebrate victory." "That should do it!" he declared, unaware of the danger outside.

[fh_extras]

As they neared the house, the largest troll broke away and moved in closer, hefting a large club.

Roaring at the house to intimidate those who might be inside, Lck pulled his arm back, then swung as hard as he was able-- into the closest wall of the garage, making a horrendous noise (and mess) as part of the roof fell in as the wall did.

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

In the main house, they all heard the noise, but Thursday was the closest and responded first. She rushed to the door that led to the garage and yanked it open, gun at the ready.

She was faced with dust from the fallen roof and wall. "Tick!"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"That's dirty pool!" Tick yelled, pushing the rubble off of him and standing up unscathed. "Oh, hi, Thursday! I think we have company."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John had followed Thursday to the garage, gun at the ready. He caught sight of something moving behind Tick where the wall used to be and yelling, "Behind you!" he fired off several shots.

[fh_extras]

Lck roared again, though this time in pain as well as anger, and staggered back a couple steps. Raising his club, he prepared to bring down more of the garage.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

When Dawn heard the commotion outside, she grabbed her crossbow and arrows, then ran upstairs. She found an unoccupied room and opened the windows, then took aim and started firing at above from the trolls, hoping to help with an almost aerial assault.

[fh_extras]

Doet wasn't happy at having pointy things raining down on him from above. With a growl, he scooped up a handful of rocks, and started throwing them at where he thought the attack might be coming from.

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Dawn shrieked as the window next to her shattered, and ducked below it as she nocked another arrow in the crossbow, broken glass crunching under her feet. She pressed herself up against the wall to right of the window as she aimed another arrow at the troll's head. "Leave us alone, you big stupid trolls!"

[fh_extras]

Doet sniffed a little as he heard the human call him stupid. He might have been a big, muscular troll with a desire to kill things, but even he had feelings too. He picked the biggest rock he had, and threw it towards the sound.

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She fired the arrow, then ducked out of the way as the rock flew through the window and landed in the middle of the room. "Whooaa. Not good."

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

Logan was out on the porch as soon as the trolls were close enough, taking aim at the closest one and pulling the trigger.

[fh_extras]

A troll lumbered around the corner of the house, heading for the porch. It had a cudgel in either hand and a glint in its eye that was either murderous or amorous.

Probably murderous.

Almost certainly murderous.

One would hope.

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

Amorous would be disturbing, but Logan was only concerned with making sure the house remained standing and there were no casualties. He lifted his handgun to take aim and then fired.

[fh_extras]

The troll growled angrily when the bullet left a briefly burning, and then stony, path in his arm.

Then he swung the cudgel in his other arm at the ugly squishy.

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

Logan retreated quickly down the porch, a little bit alarmed at how the troll seemed only slightly annoyed by being shot. He tried again, attempting to aim for somewhere vulnerable.

[victimorvillain.livejournal.com]

So where was V during all of this?

He was swooping about the ruins, trying to avoid detection, and subtly eyeing the architecture to see where he and his housemates might hide if needed.

His right hand never left his knives' sheath, though. He was ready to toss them if needed, though the others seemed to have it under control.

[Mainly establishy]