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.

[saveyoulater]

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]

"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]

"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.

[saveyoulater]

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.

[fancypantsdoc]

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]

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]

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

[fancypantsdoc]

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.

[blondecanary]

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]

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]

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.

[justice_beat]

Daisy hoped she timed this right, as she saw the harpy diving for the girl and firing off a few more shots, more toward the centre of its body.

But, damn could these things take a bullet.

[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]

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.

[headkickpoet]

"Listen, it's swarming," Ray called, "You trained for this?"

Hey, the guy was stocked up, but it didn't mean you couldn't check.

[screwyoumarvel]

"I always am, ma'am," Steve reassured the lady with a smile, and told Ray, "I've been doing this for years. Well. The poo thing is new."

It was so weird to have someone questioning his training.

He gauged distance, tossed his shield, and knocked a harpy winding. He had just enough time to admire his work before the shield ricocheted back to him. He caught it with ease. "Like riding a bike."