Streets of Fandom; Wednesday [ 03/11 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

It was a pretty bloody good thing that a patrol was on the agenda for the day, because it was looking pretty bloody needed. With more excrement in her hair than she would ever like to admit to and having heard some insults that bested some of the drunkest London party girls, Daisy was not even going to harp on Kowalski anymore about going on and just shooting that last one dead, not unless it was to complain about how the next one was so hers.

"What I wouldn't give," she muttered, desperately trying not to breathe through her nose as her back hit the wall and they rested a moment in a small alcove to catch their breath, regain their collectively insulted dignity, and reload their guns before taking care of the next one, "for a trooper's uniform right now. They've at least got those helmets. No poo in the hair and it's got to cut out some of that awful stench, wouldn't it?"


[[ partner-in-crime-fighting modded with permission, and the post is absolutely open to anyone who'll want to run into the patrol ]]

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[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"You and me both, Day," he muttered back, shooting her a quick look - sideways, all sideways. "I know my mojo is good, but these broads..."

Ray peered out at harpies. "Yeah, I got standards."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"Awww," said Daisy, trying to grin, but also trying not to move too much until that last batch of...whatever foul-smelling glop it was...had at least dried a bit. Earlier, some had gotten to trickling down her collar and it was quite possibly one of the most unpleasant sensations imaginable. "But I think that last one really liked you, Kowalski."

She was noticing that they moved in quick, snapping in her ammo succinctly. She realized that bargaining with them was useless; this called for more direct methods of crowd control, and, besides, not even Daisy's sense of justice could rationalize wanting one of those in a cell where they could all hear...and smell...it. "How many are filling in?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Oh, god. The last one. Ray did not want to think about the last one. He didn't quite repress a shiver. "Ew, Day. No. No, we are not talking about that." He was kind of trying to figure out whether killing a harpy counted as murder or monstercide, because in the former case he was going to have to go get drunk for the first time in years.

He was going to go with monstercide. "Five on one, four on the other," he said, "You snatch 'em up, right wing, I'll..." he jabbed a finger at the left group. "One minute."

[saveyoulater.livejournal.com]

There was a pause in the harpy fights over the comic shop, which was good because Sarah needed to reload anyhow. She peered out over the city and spotted Daisy and Ray. Her spine was ice and steel as she clattered down the fire escape toward them, and she was trying to ignore the foul-spelling patch on the bullet-proof vest covering her right shoulder.

They might not think she was a very good cop, but she was still a federal agent, and that was in every inch of her bearing. Last month was last month; today was today.

"Have either of you seen anything like this before?" she asked, almost under her breath.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sure," said Daisy. "Get 'em in London all the time."

There were monster droppings in her hair; she was allowed to be sarcastic.

And it really didn't help that the one perched over on that streetlamp was screeching rather colourful, not to be repeated by any decent human being things about what Daisy did in her free time, either.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Chicago, too," Ray snorted. He was sounding kinda on the breathless side. Stupid getting old. "Although some of them kinda remind me of some of the hookers down, uh."

One of them screamed something at him.

"Okay, worse than hookers." Ew.

[fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com]

Simon had picked this very bad day to go for a walk. First he had assumed that as he had no quarrel with the harpies, they would ignore him. This was clearly not the case. Then he had tried running, which had just made them pursue him. Now he was standing in the street, catching his breath, and wondering if he would get the stains off this shirt.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Oh, for bloody....civilians...!

How was it that they never seemed to think it might be a bad idea to find cover, and then catch their breath? And if they really felt all the things they'd been saying about Kowalski, they probably particularly would like someone like Simon.

"Watch out!" Daisy called from their cover, lifting her gun and sending a shot straight toward the one that had started screeching and swooping toward Simon now that he'd stopped.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Tam! GET SOME DAMN COVER!" Ray hollered. Never hurt to back up your partner, plus Tam was being a complete fucking moron.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had been out at Galactica Point for her early morning run. Early enough that she managed to get pretty far before the shrieking, crazy, violent bird-women started attacking. She'd managed to TK shells and driftwood at them long enough to get off the beach. But wow, was she sorry she hadn't taken her boomerangs out with her.

She dashed for a building overhang, and hugged the wall, glaring upward. "Same to you!" she yelled back as one started screaming nearly-incomprehensible obscenities at her.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

It was getting to be pretty easy to tell where there was trouble thanks to all that shrieking. As soon as Daisy spotted the girl under the overhang (at least she had the sense to seek cover), she aimed a few shots from the other side of the harpy at its wings. They really seemed to hate that.

"You okay?" she called out over the screams from the monster, which included sounds worse than nails on a chalk-board and insults worse than...well, Daisy wasn't quite sure what to compare them to, they were that bad.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah flinched at the shots, then spun to see who was doing the shooting. Seeing someone with a badge, looking official, had her relaxing for at least a second.

"Yes!" she called back, ducking back under the overhang again, then waited for the harpies to re-group before dashing toward to the police officers. "I was on the beach, they're everywhere!"

Another one dove at her, and the shrieking in her ears had Dinah hitting the pavement as it got very, very loud, then flailing out and upward with her TK, trying to get the harpy to back off.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

A metal boomerang bounced off the wall next to her head, to get her attention, and rebounded back to Sokka. "Dinah!" he exclaimed. "This would be a perfect time to practice!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Sokka!" Dinah waved frantically. "Hi! Stupid things came at me on the beach! It was like that Hitchcock movie!" She ducked as another one threw a rock at her, then picked it up and threw it back. "Should've brought them with me!"

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve had noticed their...visitors while out on his morning run, and had returned home for more appropriate monster-fighting gear. Now he was looking to play some really ultimate Frisbee doing a little patrolling of his own.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Looking a little worse for wear in defending the town, the sight of someone else prepared was a welcome one. "Careful out there," Daisy warned, in a fashion that was quite...policewoman of her.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka looked at Steve's shield in awe, and held up his boomerang, which seemed tiny in comparison.

"You, sir, are AWESOME," he declared.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

If anyone on patrol happened to look up, they might see a harpy flying from the empty warehouse district, carrying a very bright pink and feisty bundle of something. Something that happened to be trying to beat back at it with . . . well, it looked vaguely like a sword. Maybe.

Not for long -- the bundle of pink got a good enough hit in and went crashing to the ground.


[OOC: OMG SP until later, but I couldn't resist . . .]

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Holy f--"

And that woulda been Ray, dead on his feet and running. That did not look like a harpy. Nope. More like a person. A girl person.

A girl student person.

Abusing the momentary gap in harpy activity, Ray scrambled over to her side. "Can you hear me?" he asked. "Grunt if you're conscious."

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Why, why why had Tully decided to go for a ride today? Both he and Mr. Twain would like to know that.

It was a good thing Mr. Twain was good at sudden changes of direction without falling over.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

On the bright side, it looked like Tully there had a horse that could move pretty fast, but, since she'd just finished taking care of one, it definitely didn't hurt to take a few shots at one of the harpies that seemed to be dogging the two of them to give them a chance to get break away a bit better.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

On down the road, a whirling blade darted up from a figure on the ground, clipping the wings of a harpy and then returning to its owner's hand as the monster fell from the air. It darted up again, this time taking out three more harpies before returning to earth. And then again.

"YaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

Sokka came pounding down the street, boomerang in hand, chased by a few now-flightless and very pissed off harpies.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

There certainly wasn't a short supply of people trying to take care of the harpies on their own; Daisy was all about the proper order to things, but, of course, there were certain extenuating circumstances involving what was very much a full-on invasion...

"You've got a little fangroup, there," she called out, in case he didn't know, before plugging at least one of them with a few bullets for him.

[justicecantsee.livejournal.com]

With the noise and the smell, it was hard for Matt to ignore what was happening outside. So there he was, looking like the perfect bait for any sort of harpy.

Poor, poor Matt."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

The fact that Matt was just out here wandering around finally proved to Daisy what she'd been wonder--

--no. Scratch that. This didn't prove anything. He could still just be a total douche.

And of course a screeching harpy was going to take the bait, letting out a piercing shriek before taking a dive for him.

"Watch out!" Daisy called out, trying to override the comment the harpy was making about his hair, quickly firing off a few shots to at least slow the creature down.