Eric’s Denying the Legion: a protest march
Date: 2025-11-17 12:37
(Eric’s Denying the Legion: a protest march)
[Mon Nov 17 2025]
A Weathered Plaza Before City Hall/span>The broad plaza before City Hall’s main entrance consists of weathered red
bricks in a herringbone pattern, their edges softened by decades of foot
traffic and New England winters. Wide granite steps rise from the plaza level
to the building’s heavy wooden doors. Flanking the entrance, tall columns of
aged brick support a triangular pediment that bears the city seal carved in
relief. The Colonial clock tower looms directly above, its white-painted
clock face clearly visible from the plaza below, the rhythmic ticking of its
ancient mechanism barely audible over the ambient sounds of the downtown
area. Bronze plaques set into the brick walls on either side of the doors
commemorate various historical events, their surfaces tinged green with
verdigris. During business hours, city employees and visitors cross the plaza
in steady streams, while pigeons roost on the architectural details above,
occasionally swooping down to investigate dropped crumbs. The plaza connects
seamlessly with the surrounding gardens and pathways, serving as the formal
threshold between the municipal building and the city it serves.
/span>It is afternoon, about 29F(-1C) degrees, and there are a few thin white clouds in the sky. The mist is heaviest At Constitution and Sidney/span>Eric takes his place at the front of the crowd, kissing Tessa’s cheek fondly before tossing his braids back over the breadth of his shoulders.
Mercy shifts the lollipop in from one side of her mouth to the other with her tongue, gaze at a slight downward tilt upon noting Tessa’s moving shadow. “Keep yer shit leashed better, Tessa.” She says flatly.
Jakem says to Ekaterina What do you mean it did nothing? Arms sales are gonna be up 20 percent after today, guarenteed. Don’t tell me you’re not gonna make bank off that?
Eric says “good people of New Haven, average people of New Haven, despicable people of New Haven, and Jakem… Welcome. Thank you for meeting me here in Downtown. I will tell you now, that we will not be remaining here. No“
Eric calls out, “Good people of New Haven, average people of New Haven, despicable people of New Haven, and Jakem… Welcome. Thank you for meeting me here in Downtown. I will tell you now, that we will not be remaining here. No.”
Eric unfolds his arms, pointing unerringly west, finger aimed as an accusation and condemnation alongside a furrowed brow and harsh scowl.
Eric calls out, voice clarion over the rumble of the crowd, “It is in Fairefield that we will deliver our message, for it is in Fairefield that the upcoming battle will be fought, as it has been fought for these past days and nights. The Legion takes and takes, more with each election cycle.”
Mercy hugs the jacket around herself a little more tightly, still locked in an epic struggle with New Haven’s weather, but she’s here anyway to support the cause.
Eric turns his gaze to the crowd, meeting several members eye to eye. “Are you satisfied? Seeing the town we call home bitten away piece by piece?”
Matthew whistles and cheers as Eric takes his place beginning the address. He calls out, “NOOOO!” answering the question, rallying the people beside him.
Tessa slips a knife from her pocket, pointing it westward, voice barely loud enough to carry through as she cheers, “Let’s fuck ’em up!”
“No! Especially since those fuckers broke into my house the other night!” Jeremiah yells.
Jakem calls out “Vengance for Jerry… Hashtag.”
Eric nods, hair whipping around him in the frigid wind. “No,” he agrees. “No. We scrabble and scrape, backbite and backstab, and all the while they slide out from under with a smile and a wink, and our people die. Our people suffer..”
Lykaia gives Matthew a look on his call out, but does not join in on it. Instead, her hands place along her waists. “And then we interrupted an active kidnapping.”
Matthew nods when Lykaia makes that note, “The Sixty-third Legion Ain’t Gonna–” he’s spouting off the slogan of SLAG, the group against the Legion in this city, “Take this city or take its people!”
Eric hefts his axe in both hands, telling the crowd, “The Legion are coming, regardless of what we do. Regardless of what deals we make and what grudges we hold. It doesn’t matter what origin you hold. They will take your friends, your family, your prey, your amussements. Whatever the people of New Haven are to you, hero or monster, whatever you are, they are here to take that from you.”
“An’ also higher wages! Thanks.” Mercy chimes in just the once to make sure that sentiment also gets publicly heard.
“Also, they act -and- dress like Nazis! The one who came into my house looked like Ronald McDonald’s slutty sister joined the SS!” Jeremiah yells.
Jakem calls out “Down with Ronald McDonald’s slutty sister! Let’s take her out.” he rabble rouses from amidst the crowd.
Tessa nods at Jeremiah, “I heard she was asking for names and numbers,” she calls over to him. “Fucked up.”
Eric finishes with a shake of his fist, turning westward. “So I’m asking you, you heroes, you monsters, you normal folks and everything inbetween. Come with me, and for once, lets speak with one voice. I say, no. Fuck the Legion. This is OUR town. Lets make sure they remember it.”
“The Legion have seen Hand and Temple working together, Order and Vigil. They are the threat these people do nothing about. They murder, kidnap and abuse our citizens, natural and supernatural alike.” Ekaterina heckles from the peanut gallery. “Get rid of the demon fuckers!” A beat and with equal furvor, Ekaterina adds, “Sorry not sorry Tessa.”
Tessa shrugs, unbothered. She does not point out about three things she could, she just flashes a crooked smirk over at Ekaterina.
When Eric’s axe goes up, Matthew’s fist rises in solidarity to his full height. “THIS CITY IS OURS!” He roars, pacing the line like ahe’s trying to ignite the crowd, “NEW HAVEN, LETS FUCK SHIT UP! LOUD, PROUD, AND TOGETHER!” THe Monarch’s shout rolls out like a spark, daring the whole street to catch fire with him.
Eric beckons everyone into line behind him, “Follow me! We march for Fairefield!”
“Fuck the Legion!” Ekaterina bellows, rifle raised in solidarity with Matthew and Eric’s words.
A round chambered, the barrel aimed upwards and a shot is firedinto the sky from Ekaterina’s firearm.
“TO ARMS!!” Mercy shrieks.
Jakem moves to join the rest of the protestors, firing off two shots into the air in a brazen disregard for public safety. “Walk for freedom, walk for safety, walk for #veganceforJerryagainstsluttyclowns
Matthew raises his proverbial pitchfork–his protest sign against the Sixty-third–and “WHAT DO WE WANT?” he calls, a familiar call and response rally. The people around him can be heard chanting, “CHANGE,” as the monarch continues, “WHEN DO WE WANT IT?”
“NOW!”
“That bullet is going to come down and someone might have a bad day.” Lykaia notes, sighing.
Jeremiah nods in agreement with Lykaia.
Jeremiah does not fire his weapon, but chambers a round and holds it at low-ready.
Ekaterina says “Wait, slutty clowns?“
Jeremiah shakes his head at Ekaterina. “No, this was the bad kind of slutty clown, sadly.”
Ekaterina says “Acceptable, but we leave Margo Robby out of this.“
Lykaia is keeping close to Matthew, it seems she’s following him.
Matthew, as the Monarch, has his own personal bodyguard in the form of Lykaia. He nods at her, continuing his chants, keeping the crowd around him rallied.
Eric leads the charge, gun up in both hands. He fires off a burst into the air, roaring, “For New Haven! Down with the lieutenants! Down with the hooliganery!”
Jakem corrects “Down with their specific form of hooliganry.”
Eric casts Jakem a weary glance, then corrrects himself, at maximum volume, “Except Jakem and all other hooligan fuckers!”
Eric pauses as they reach the border into Fairefield, turning and raising his hands to encourage the crowd to a frenzy.
Mercy hefts her crossbow up like it’s a proper firearm and looses her loudest, most high-pitched southern war cry.
Jakem calls out “All right, let’s do this.”
The march carries on through Church Street, approaching the borough, passing by HPD and the bank, the boundaries of Fairefield noted in the cobblestone now paving the street of the entertianment district. “WHO OWNS THIS CITY?” Matthew calls to the crowd.
“WE DO!”
Matthew’s voice rings out again, “WHO SAYS SO?”@line
“WE DO!”
Jakem calls out “The state of Mass… We do!” he says, getting on board with the sentiment halfway through the chant.
“We own this city!” Ekaterina offers her own refrain.
Jeremiah lets out a yell. “WE DO!”
“WE BUILT THIS CITY ON RO- wait nah. WE OWN IT THOUGH!” Mercy cries.
Eric turns once again, bellowing at the top of his lungs, “If they want to take it, let them come out! Where they at! We’re here, and we’re FUCKIN ANGRY AREN’T WE!”
“THATS RIGHT!” Matthew calls out after Eric’s rally, adding more of his own. “SIXTY-THIRD LEGION?”
The crowd of courtiers surrounding him reply, supplying the crowd with a response: “NOT IN OUR HOUSE!”
“HELL’S ARMY?”
“HELL CAN GET OUT!”
Tessa calls, with infinite amusement, “Get the Hell out!”
The crowd ralling around Matthew catches onto Tessa’s response, echoing it loudly. “GET THE HELL OUT!”
“Down with the 63rd! Up with sixty-nine!” Jeremiah yells.
Eric blinks confoundedly at Jeremiah.
Jakem bellows “Let’s do this, let’s go get ’em.”
“I wanted to include something positive, Eric!” Jeremiah calls out.
“Fuck the Sixty-Third. Get out of our city.” Ekaterina yells, rifle raised.
Jeremiah yells, “Get the hell out!”
Jakem calls to Eric “Let’s go to the mall and express our dissapointment with how the place has fallen into disrepair!” he suggests from the crowd.
Eric says “we move to the mall! Storm the food court!“
Eric halts in the center of the avenue, spraying a hail of gunfire high into the air and whooping just like a cowboy in an old western. “Come on out and show us what you’ve got, you legion bastards!”
Mercy cups her hands to her mouth to try and amplify the scream volume level. “SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT! WE WANNA SEE WHAT YOU GOT!”
“Let’s be careful with the random gunfire. One civilian gets hit by a bullet coming down, and the 63rd will call us terrorists.” Jeremiah calls out to the group. “Let’s not give them the ammo, so to speak.”
Mercy says “Aw shit think I got word of a disturbance.“
Eric glances to Mercy, raising a brow. “What’d you hear, Merc?”
“High an’ Hart, disturbance of some kind.” Mercy tells him.
Matthew looks over at Mercy, “If it ain’t here in Fairefield, it can wait,” he asserts and then he’s shouting calling out to the rally: “WHO STOPS THE LEGION!”
“WE DO!” the crowd echoes back.
“WHEN?” Matthew calls out.
The people closest to the Court’s Monarch reply “RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
Matthew shakes his head at Mercy, “Not in this borough, not of high importance.”
Jakem calls to Mercy “That’s not in Fairefield. Ignore it. They can figure it out on their own.”
Eric leads the group into the building, screaming and storming the foyer like a rabid pack of animals.
Eric glances around and, not seeing any visible signs of legion support, he very politely wipes his shoes on the doormat before leaving and closing the door softly behind them.
Lykaia says “Catrina’s once home.“
Eric stops at the intersection, pointing to the great heap of the mall to the west. “Our once proud mall,” he declares, now defiled by legion filth and chiccanery!”
“LEGION POWER?” Matthew calls out, his protest sign high in the air.
“WE SAY NO!” People call out in response.
“NEW HAVEN’S POWER!” The Monarch continues,
“WATCH US GROW!”
Jakem calls out towards the mall “No cinnabon for Sinners!”
“Fuck the legion.” Ekaterina yells out once more.
“Maybe ain’ fuck ’em but FUCK ‘EM UP!!” Mercy adds in.
Jakem downs some booze to wet his parched throat, hoarse from his bellowing protest.
Eric gathers the crowd into the parking lot, striding back and forth in front of them with his fist raised. “Who do these shops belong to! Are we going to let them take our livelihood as well?”
“LEGION CONTROL?” Jeremiah yells.
“REMEMBER, THE SIXTY-THIRD ONLY WINS IF WE DON’T VOTE AGAINST THEM!” Matthew calls out to the group, “TOMORROW YOUR VOTE IS THE ONE WEAPON HELL CAN’T CORRUPT, TWIST, OR BULLY OUT OF YOUR HANDS. SO GET LOUD, GET PROUD, AND GO VOTE LIKE YOU’RE KICKING THE LEGION STRAIGHT BACK WHERE THEY CAME FROM!”
Mercy says “Hell nah! These’re our retail therapy offices!!“
Eric finds a nearby truck boldly printed with a 63rd Legion flag, and without hesitation he begins smashing it to pieces with swings of his axe.
“LEGION CONTROL?” Jeremiah yells.
“I… Didn’t… come here… for property damage….” Ekaterina calls out- She does shoot out each of the truck’s tires however.
Jeremiah can’t seem to make the line break work.
Jakem bellows back with a thump of his chest in response to Jeremiah “No no no.”
“LEGION CONTROL?” Jeremiah yells.
“THANKS, WE’LL PASS!” comes the shouted reply.
“THE 63rd CAN…” Jeremiah yells.
“KISS OUR ASS!” the crowd shouts.
The protest gathers in the parking lot, Matthew lifting his sign like it were a weapon, though there are plenty of those out and about. Jeremiah’s cries are catchy and the Monarch joins in. “KISS OUR ASS!”
“SHOULD THE LEGION HAVE POWER?” Jeremiah yells.
“WHAT? FUCK NO!” comes the shouted reply.
“THE 63rd HAS…” Jeremiah yells.
“GOT TO GO!” the crowd shouts.
After shooting out the tires of the truck, Ekaterina filters into the crowd . “The Sixty Third has to gow!” she echoes.
Jakem begins again to whistle the imperial march, perhaps somewhat countering the message of the protest.
Eric leaves the truck entirely demolished, turning back and brandishing his axe at the doors of the mall with a roar.
All these cars, what did they do, do they even belong to the Legion or the sixty-third? Probably not, but that doesn’t stop this crowd. Matthew doesn’t get his hands dirty, being a Monarch and all, but that doesn’t mean the man is above the mischief. Now, he gives the royal nod and the inconspicuous group of Courtiers mingling with the crowd go at it, spray painting vehicles ‘down with the 63rd‘ across the truck’s paneling.
Eric moves through the crowd, clapping backs, slapping shoulders, generally inspiring everyone to a frenzy of riotous intent. “Show them who we are,” he roars, pumping his fists in the air.
Jakem calls to Eric “Oh hey, let’s head down to the appartment building. Soho or whatever it is? I think some of ’em are staying there.”
Mercy hops up onto one of the roofs of a nearby car, hooting and hollering all the while.
Jakem calls out “Or we could go back to city hall and really stick ’em where it hurts! Filling out petitions!!!”
Eric raises his hands to draw attention to himself, calling out, “Back to City Hall, I think. We came, we saw, we conquered. Tomorrow, we take back what’s ours!”
“The sixty-third thinks controlling Fairefield makes them scary, well guess what, WE’RE RIGHT HERE, and we’re not running, we’re waiting. If those demons wanna test New Haven today, they can drag their crusty asses to this parking lot and see exactly how fast we send them back to Hell!” Matthew then look sover, “SOHO or the Arena,” he offers out, “we’ll send a message all over this city!”
“Disappointing of the legion. You would think they had more backbone and actually tried take some of the people here.” Lykaia mentions after Eric calls out that it now goes back to the city hall. “Legion Cowards.”
Mercy tilts a glance down at the wolverine in passing.
Jakem looks at the electronics shop as he passes it “Huh, didn’t even know that was there. Might have to come back by this way.”
Eric returns to before city hall, and flourishing one hand, he bows flamboyantly to the crowd.
Eric says “remember, folks. Vote, vote, vote. Hit them hard. Be at every raid“
Matthew glances at Jakem, “Wait, where’s the electronics shop?” he asks, looking back behind him, “need to check out my competition.”
Eric calls out one final time, “Down with the 63rd!”
Jakem nods to Eric “Yeah, even if you’re asleep, show up.” He looks to Matthew “Competition? Oh right, you opened up a shop didn’t you?”
Mercy says “DOWN WITH ALL OF ‘EM! DOWN WITH THE MAN!“
“Down with the 63rd!” Jeremiah calls out.
!@me nods at Jakem, “Yeah, the Multibox, you gotta check it out,” is insisted, “it’s got everythign you could possibly want!”
Matthew’s mouth hangs open as he studies his phone, surprised by something and he looks on over at Jakem, “Also… I never found out who Oberon is.”
Jakem hmms to Matthew “Oberon, king of faeries? From the shakespere?”
Mercy heaves a breath and seems to sag a little once the need for theatrics is over, throwing everyone a quick salute before she turns to head for her bike.
Eric says “did you just say, the Shakespeare“