Streets of Fandom; Wednesday [ 03/11 ].

[justice_beat]

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

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[headkickpoet]

"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]

"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]

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."

[justice_beat]

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.

[headkickpoet]

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.

[justice_beat]

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.

[headkickpoet]

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."

[justice_beat]

"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.

[headkickpoet]

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.

[justice_beat]

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.

[headkickpoet]

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?!"

[justice_beat]

Daisy's back hit the wall with a little more eagerness than she had intended, pulling a small grunt out of her as she reminded herself that a dirty, sticky, smelly hand from what was left on her gun after all those pistol whips was something she was just going to have to do this. "I think you might have said something about it once or twice, yeah," she said, coughing a little as a wave of stench hit her and she tried to track how the monsters were collecting to move in on their little cover spot.

[headkickpoet]

"Well, consider it proven, or something," he said, "How are they moving in?" So. Needed. A damn shower. His fingers clenched around the gun. God, gunky. "Gunky."

[justice_beat]

"Cautiously," Daisy reported, leaning her head out a little. "They're circling. And I think they're discussing our fates. Yours is more flattering, but it's also probably a lot worse."

"Where did these things come from, anyway?"

[headkickpoet]

"You askin' me like I know that?"

Because, seriously, they looked like-- "Look like something came from a mutated trashcan like in a horror movie," Ray opined, ducking his head a little because he did not like the feeling of something leering at him.

[justice_beat]

"Do you think that's it?" asked Daisy, who, yes, was trying to figure this out now. They needed a breather and she was far too convinced by the philosophy that, if you knew the origins of a problem, then you could strive to fix it much better. "We could do a survey on the trash recepticals around the area for any abnormal features?"