sanctus_dei | 40th Resurrection

[Mail call! Theo's at the mail box on his way home when he notices there's been a delivery. Inside is a small envelope with his name on it. Great, more bullshit from home, he thinks. Whatever it is, is small and most likely metal.

He takes it inside and opens it at the kitchen. Out of it falls a small .38 caliber bullet which clatters to the table. Looking at it closely, it's smeared with blood. Theo stares at it blankly. He immediately knows what it is.]

You sick sons of bitches...

[Family members are free to come across this scene.

Later, Theo can be found walking around town, glad the weather is finally warming up. He's looking rather sullen, but accompanying are his two crow familiars. One flies ahead, or slowly around him, and the other sits on his shoulder. He's also talking aloud to them, and they chatter back.]

No, I really can't explain it. I missed a lot of it. There was a highway, and then a robot, and... no, you're not going out to the highway. There's nothing there.

Except maybe bears.

[Approach/accost/etc?]

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[This? This is the most incredulous :| face you've probably ever seen, Theo. Really, you kill a guy and he's not even mad, so you draw weapons on him all over again?

... Oh. Right. People aren't used to Flay yet.]

Well, I was thinking we could talk. I mean, you don't strike me as the type of guy who usually goes attacking people for no apparent reason. If you are, I guess I'll have to do something about that...

[He still hasn't drawn his sword, in spite of the reaction. No sense in making things worse - which is a rare occurrence, for the redhead.]

[A common occurence in this redhead is paranoid overreactions, which he is having right now.]

"Talk"? You expect me to believe that? I blew off you're damn head!

[Whether it's something he just hadn't thought about or something he doesn't think matters is up to Theo to decide. Still, he shrugs.]

... Well, yeah, there's that. But hey, I came back, right? We didn't kill Isolde just because of what she did to Roxis, or anything... Okay, maybe that had as much to do with Vayne's powers as anything, but still... C'mon, let the past go! [His arms cross over his chest.] I mean, I can drop my sword, if that makes you feel more comfortable...

[Half of that he didn't really get, but it doesn't matter.]

Wh-what do you want to "talk" about, anyway.

[He's still on the defensive, though.]

[... What does he want to talk about?]

Hmm... well, you're a pretty apt mage, and all! I figure, if circumstances had been different and we'd been on the same side, maybe we'd be a pretty formidable team, wa-ha-ha!

[Is he for real? Like, seriously? ... Yeah, he pretty much is.]

[Theo is... confused. Is this guy some kind of idiot? He's not sure how to respond.]

...Damn right I am.

[The short answer is "maybe." The long answer is... .... ....... well it's a pretty long answer. Most people assume "yes." You'll learn to love him too, Theo.]

And like I said, I don't think you're evil, just... we were on different sides. That's how it is, though! You always have to choose which side is the 'good' side, and maybe you just made a bad decision, yeah? [Is that idiotic grin ever going away? Signs point to no.] Maybe next time, we'll be able to fight this town together, like defenders of justice!

I don't want to fight this town! Unlike everyone else, I have no interest in leaving Mayfield. I don't like it either, but I have no choice but to defend it.

... That doesn't make sense. [Theo now receives the most :| face ever.] I understand protecting the town, or even wanting to stay here - that's up to you, of course! But that doesn't mean you have to work with the enemy.

If you ask me, the way they act... they're as bad as anyone. If you really wanna protect somethin'... you have to be willing to protect it from anyone.

[... Don't mind his awkward, circular logic here. It's kind of a 'thing' with Flay.]

I'm pretty sure you've seen what fighting people like Grady and Lucy does. I don't like working with them, but no one in this town can ever do shit against them.

Yeah? So you die a few times and just give up?

[His stony expression deepens into a frown.] If death were permanent, I guess I could see that, sure. But even if I die a thousand times, I'm not gonna just turn around and help Grady and Lucy. At some point, they've gotta have some weakness.

You show me one thing that's been effective against them, and maybe I could be convinced otherwise. I've been in this town for a year already and haven't seen shit.

That's fair enough. But I can't figure that out if I'm getting blocked at every turn, so there's that. Just remember - we're trying to get home, not destroy this town. You don't have to fight against the enemy, but you don't have to help them, either, yeah?

[Reasonable enough, he thinks.]

You guys can do whatever you want to get home. I am going to do whatever I can to stay here.

Fine, but you really think this town's gonna force you to leave just because those creeps are gone? My point is you don't have to help them, even if you don't help us.

[His expression does finally darken.] I'm not gonna hold back if you're on the opposite side again.

Show me a plan that makes sense and shows that you actually give a damn about the people who want to stay here, and I will side with you. Until then, I'm on my own side.

[As unfair as it is to assume he doesn't care about those people just because he's willing to help others (And possibly himself; it's a little unclear, actually) go home, Flay doesn't flinch - barely even seems to notice, in fact.]

That's fair enough. I guess we'll be seeing each other again, then.

I suppose so.

40th Resurrection

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