In Which Things Explode (Reya)

[Alec Harrison]

The trouble with Tardises were that they could be anywhere, anytime. That usually brought chaos to people as small as Wember. One second he was clutching Alec's coat rack to keep from falling out (Alec flew drastically different than Robin had) and the next minute he was falling out the door.

Luckily, they weren't in the vortex, or he would've been a goner. He felt out onto a dirt road, and the brownie's heart sank as the Tardis spun into another vortex and disappeared. The shirt creature broke into a run, arms spread and reaching up, wailing "Aleeec!" and eventually running in circles as the vortex disappeared.

He fell against a wall, sliding down it and burying his head in his hands. Mythical creatures weren't usually welcomed by humans.

"What do we have here?" he heard from down the alley. A group if ten or twelve teens cockily gaited to his position, picking him up and heaving him through the alley only to smash into a wall.

This could be trouble.

[The Phantom]

Whistling down the street, Raya swung a stick in her hand. Excited about the little prank she set off for the coppers earlier. Soon their whole office should be covered in chocolate pudding. Grinning at the thought, when something caught her attention.

Looking around the side of the street into the alley, she noticed a certain group that she enjoyed screwing with. Just last week she recalled wrecking their hideout using some fireworks and a simple match.

Bringing herself back from her little flashback she noticed the small creature they had decided to pick on. Last time it was a cat, which pissed her off, which lead to their hideout getting blasted.

"Oi! Mutts!" She called over to them, grinning a semi-sadistic grin at them. This was going to be fun.

[Alec Harrison]

"Oi! Mutts!" said an approaching figure.

Back against the wall, Wember attempted to move farther back in protest. He made a squeaking sound in terror as she grinned evilly.

"Hey, it's you again. You messed up our joint, we ain't happy about that." one of them commented.
They produced small police batons (likely stolen) and began tapping them against their hands threateningly.

Wember looked around. She was out-numbered. If only she would stop smiling. Her grin froze him solid, and all he could do was wish he found the will-power to bite someone's foot.

[The Phantom]

"Hey, it's you again. You messed up our joint, we ain't happy about that." one of them commented. As they pulled out small police batons.

"Aw I'm sorry 'bout tha'. However ya all made me do it. Seeing as how badly you messed with that poor littl' kitty cat." She commented back, then noticed the batons and smirked. "Ya all trying to compensate for something?"

It was a low blow, but then again she had all rights to use any method against these guys. These here were her streets, and she allowed them to do as they please as long as they don't upset her. Which they were so wonderful at.

"Oh dear.. It would appear I'm out numbered. What ever should I do?" She asked in a mocking tone, a smile still on her face. She continued to twirl her stick as she studied each one of them. Waiting patiently for a weak link to show itself.

[Alec Harrison]

"Aw I'm sorry 'bout tha'. However ya all made me do it. Seeing as how badly you messed with that poor littl' kitty cat." She commented back, then noticed the batons and smirked. "Ya all trying to compensate for something?"

There was a low growl from the gang.
"It was askin' for it, tryin' 'a steal our food!" he kicked a dumpster for affect, which made a sound effectively, but now his foot hurt.

Wember noticed that this was a personal fight (The Dark Lord had many of those) and he was simply in the cross fire.

"Oh dear.. It would appear I'm out numbered. What ever should I do?"

One of the members charged, swinging his baton towards her head.

With his own safety in mind, the brownie made his decision.
"I'm with ye' all." he gestured to the group.

[The Phantom]

"It was askin' for it, tryin' 'a steal our food!" One of them replied, kicking the dumpster.

"Oh really...?" she asked as one came at her, swinging the baton at her head.

She ducked quickly and using her stick she whacked his hip hard. Then managed to move towards the middle of them all. Her grin getting wider as she put one hand in her pocket, her fingers getting ahold of the small grenade.

[Alec Harrison]

The first gang member limped off, and Wember's heart sank.

"She's got a bomb!"

The teens scatterered, leaving only the small brownie, whose eyes widened. He stood up, turning.
"She's going to kill meee!" he had forgotten there was a wall behind him, which he prompty crashed into.

Falling backwards, he looked up to see the bomb lady. Really, where was the Dark Lord when you needed him?

[The Phantom]

Raya laughed as she put the defected grenade back into her pockets. "Cowards. These are my streets! HA!"

She smiled at the brownie. "Hiya! I'm Raya." she greeted the small brownie, as her cat ears appeared on her head. "Whacha call ya self?"

[Alec Harrison]

Wember looked up at Raya, his eyes probably as wide as dishes. In a feet of last defense (she was obviously trying to trick him) he grabbed for her hand and bit down as hard as he could.

It was rather pathetic, actually.

His teeth, besides not being that sharp, were ruled by being much to nervous to deal any damage, despite his very best attempts.

Wember thought he was doing great, and was very surprised Raya hadn't been brought to her knees yet. He eventually gave up, however, and sat defiantly against the wall, arms crossed.

[The Phantom]

She felt her eye twitch when the brownie bit her, and she found herself struggling to remain calm. And she was about to bite back when he stopped and sat against the wall.

"What's the matter little guy?" She asked as she poked his stomach. Not sure what just happened.

[Alec Harrison]

The brownie cringed as she poked him, back up if it were possible.

"What's the matter little guy?"

"Wull," he started, his guttural yet high-pitched voice finally returning, "Fell out of tha' hall of change, found mu'self aroun' 'ere with tha' baddies."

He huffed dissapointedly.
"An' my lord 'asn't come back fur me."

[The Phantom]

"Wull," he started, his guttural yet high-pitched voice finally returning, "Fell out of tha' hall of change, found mu'self aroun' 'ere with tha' baddies."

"Ah.." She nodded as she listened.

He huffed dissapointedly.
"An' my lord 'asn't come back fur me."

"Oh don't worry. I'm sure tha' ya lord is lookin' for ya as we speak." Raya smiled at him. "Tell ya what little guy, if ya want you can stay with me until we find ya lord."

[Alec Harrison]

"Oh don't worry. I'm sure tha' ya lord is lookin' for ya as we speak." Raya smiled at him. "Tell ya what little guy, if ya want you can stay with me until we find ya lord."

"Hmm... I'm won'erin... Will I be safe aroun' ye?" he inquired, standing up.

The brownie crossed his arms.
"Safe untull ma lord comes?"

[The Phantom]

"Hmm... I'm won'erin... Will I be safe aroun' ye?" he inquired, standing up.

"Ain't gonna lie to ya little buddy. I'm not all that safe. Howev'r I'm safer then being out on these streets here. I should know." Raya answered honestly, sighing as she remembered having to live out here herself. Not fun.

The brownie crossed his arms.
"Safe untull ma lord comes?"

"As long as I don't collapse my place, then yeah." She replied with a grin. "Whadda say?"

[Alec Harrison]

"Ain't gonna lie to ya little buddy. I'm not all that safe. Howev'r I'm safer then being out on these streets here. I should know." Raya answered honestly, sighing.

Wember squirmed. He seemed in between a rock and a hard place. Raya probably wasn't that much safer than the streets.

"As long as I don't collapse my place, then yeah." She replied with a grin. "Whaddya say?"

"Okee, I'll go with ye." he finally agreed.