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Streets of Fandom; Wednesday [ 03/11 ].

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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"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."

"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?"

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."

Definitely monstercide. His partner had his back on that one, and could even cite the exact spot in the handbook that mentioned how it was completely acceptable under Fandom Island Jurisdiction, and that it was actually their duty to the protection of the people to commit it.

She'd been repeating it in her head all day. It was a mantra by now.

Daisy nodded, accidentally breathed through her nose again, and turned a little green.

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.

Hey, it was always good to have a partner who could recite the criminal code.

"Squeeze your nose shut," Ray advised. He fumbled to get his glasses on. "Okay. We got inbound--"

He held up his hand, then dropped it. "Go, go, go." He hated this island. So much.

"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.

"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.

Sarah wasn't in a mental place to do more than register the sarcasm with a (very) slight grin and move on.

"Right," she said, crisply. "I was up on the roof at the shop. They aren't too hard to take out with a sniper gun. Are you staying on the ground?"

The harpy had apparently gotten bored of insulting Daisy, and was now implying things about Sarah, her mother, and the rest of her maternal line. And it looked like it was considering a strike, too, unless it was rolling the pebbles in its hand for its own personal use.

Sarah doubted that.

And Daisy went, went, went, winging to the right and firing her shots with the very precise intention of only disabling, not instantly harming, as quick as she could before any of them could start swooping in with those claws. One of them earlier had already gotten a good chunk out of the shoulder of her uniform. Four was still a lot for one girl without a lot of monster fighting experience to take, though, so two were getting into close quarters, which meant it was time to do a little kicking and pistol whipping and she might even get to use her billy club.

Ray was just happy to have his glasses. Good shot, with them on. Crap one without. Winging them was going pretty good from here, but- what the hell were they going to do with these things once they were down?

And, crap, was that one winking at him? "Oh, hell no," he muttered, "I did not come this far to be hit on by a harpy."

"Oh, no," Daisy muttered a little, noticing what the harpy was doing and realizing what was coming. She got ready to dart out of the way at a second's notice before answering Sarah.

"And, yeah," she said. "Ground's been working so far. They like to swoop, and they hit you something rock hard when they collide, and even on the roofs, they're still going to be able to get some air on you. Figured we might as well prevent the fall from being worse, and have the more space to move around."

"Also, figure out how to stop them talking," Ray added, helpfully. "We've been winging most of 'em, but they keep on coming."

The harpies were shouting things at him he was just not going to acknowledge. "...I feel like a washed-up model wandering past construction."

"That is incredibly untrue, thank you very much!" Daisy informed a harpy who tried to inform the world of something that would probably ruin her chances of ever getting laid in this town again if it were even remotely fact, which it wasn't, honestly, as it tried to beat its wings in her face and Daisy tried to smack it away with her billy club, trying to get over the conflicting parts of her. One was the copper part, the part that wanted to soundly beat these harpies for invading the peace of their fair island, and the other part was distinctly female and not wanting to get the unidentifiable, smelly glop that covered these things on her uniform.

Their strategy wasn't her strategy, but Sarah understood the reasoning. She nodded as they spoke.

"There are a lot more of them than there are of -" and that was as much as she got out before the harpy she'd been watching threw its pebbles toward her, following up with a swoop directly at her.

She dropped to the ground, pulling out her throwing knife as she fell and ignoring the sting from the stones. She only had an instant to take aim, but she got the harpy in one wing just before its claws would have pierced her leg. It staggered to the side, screeching more abuse.

Edited 2009-03-11 14:20 (UTC)

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.

Having expected something like that, Daisy had jumped to the side, gun ready, but steady on the trigger unless Sarah really needed it. As it staggered away, though, she fired a simple, clean shot into the wing, debilitating it further, although it seemed to put no stop at all in the steady stream of ear-piercing insults.

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.

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

"I am going to smack these things in the head 'till they stop flapping their jaws," Ray yelled, but he didn't have much time to, uh, pay attention, 'cause now there was one coming at him and-

Did it just call him hot?

"Oh, ew," he said, backing up, training his gun on the wing.

Ray's head swung over to take stock of what was up with Day. Crap. One at her back. He turned to fire at it, catching it across the shoulder or whatever the hell that was; then the thing in front of him just kinda started shrieking and came straight at him.

Crap, crap, fuck, crap.

Simon was quite relieved to see them, actually.

He moved closer to the building on one side of the street, then leaned against it. "What are they doing here?" he said, still panting.

The sudden shriek behind her had Daisy whipping around a little, noticing that Ray had got it...temporarily...and then she whipped her attention toward him and his and then the one in the front and realized all this open space could not possibly be good for them.

She clocked one of them in the face with the butt of her gun before calling out, "Back in!" and starting to shift back to their cover.

Didn't need to tell him twice.

He slammed a foot at the harpy - okay, gunk, he was gonna need a shower - which put it off for a minute. Minute was all he needed. Ray was fast, Ray was goin', Ray's back was hitting the wall. "Have I mentioned lately how much I hate this damn island?!"

"Attacking," said Daisy, reloading her gun and eying the harpy as it swung back up into the air, circling above its newest prey, "and making a good right--"

Of course, that would be when it flung down a giant glob of...something.

"--mess of things."

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